I look at Naomi, nervous as hell. This past week, well it's been amazing. Yeah, my savings took a hit, and I was pretty much exhausted throughout, but it was amazing spending time with her. As I watch her over the fire with butterflies in my stomach, I think back to the conversation Effy and I had.

"I have no fucking clue what to do," I tell Effy. "I mean, where do I even start?"

"Hmm, is there anything that you're good at?"

"One of my good friends is a masseuse. We went to the classes together even though I've never had the chance to try it out on someone. So I suppose I could do that."

"Not even Sarah?" Effy asks, sounding surprised.

"Nope. She didn't usually waste any time, er, getting down to business, and she usually left afterwords."

"That sucks. Sounds like a good idea, though. Where does your friend work?"

"She's independent. Brings the table round to her clients' houses along with the oils and stuff. I'm sure I could borrow the equipment for some night."

"Alright, that sounds like a great idea. Should probably do it here so when you inevitably get it on, you're not in some weird place."

"We're not going to sleep together during this period apparently," I say dejectedly.

Effy winces, "Damn, that's tough. Let's see, what else does she like?"

"Shit, I don't know! I can't think straight."

She purses her lips, "You're such a fucking lesbian. Can't think straight? You walked into that one. I actually have a really good idea. When Naomi was little, she really wanted to go on a rollercoaster. She begged her parents, but they were too strung out to care. And by the time I came around, she and I were more interested in getting high and sleeping with boys." I make a face. "And come uni time, girls. So I think you should take her to an amusement park."

I swallow hard. "I'm not that good with heights." Effy gives me a look. "Okay, okay, I'll do it."

"Good. Hmm, what else? She's rich as hell-"

"And I'm poor as fuck," I interject.

"-So we should do something low cost. She loves a good arthouse movie. Well not arthouse, but like ones that really fuck with your mind."

"Okay, mindfucking movie marathon. That's two days."

"What about dancing? Naomi always wanted to learn to salsa."

My mouth grows dry as I think of Naomi dancing. And in my mind's eye, it's more exotic dancing than salsa. Bad Emily, focus! I shake my head to rid myself of the naughty thoughts. "Yeah, but how am I going to get the money for dance lessons?"

Effy smiles. "Katie."

"I'm not borrowing money from her."

"That's not what I'm talking about."

"Er, Eff, I don't know who you're talking about, but Katie does not know how to teach salsa."

"No, but she used to fuck an instructor regularly. For all the blow jobs she's given him, he owes it to her sister to do something. I'll have her call him, yeah?"

"You're not weirded out about calling one of your wife's ex-lovers?"

Effy smirks, "We've were both pretty promiscuous in our youth."

"Gross. Three days, then."

"Bring her round here, fix her her favorite meal, I'll throw in a nice bottle of wine, and make a mix tape of her favorite songs. And put some flowers out. Don't worry, I've got a floral connection" I look at questioningly. "Okay, I used to sleep with a florist. We were fuck-buddies, but we are still good friends. She's quite nice."

"Well that would amazing except the only thing out of those that I know is her flowers. Tulips."

Effy smiles and relays the rest of the list. I write it all down. "Wouldn't it be better to do it at hers? That way she doesn't have to go home late, probably slightly tipsy."

"Uh, yeah. Here, I'll give you my key to the place, and you go set it up tomorrow. I'll make sure she's out of the house from say 5:00 til 7:00."

"Thanks, Eff, you're a lifesaver."

"I want my best friend to be happy."

"So four days."

"Five, you should take her to do something that you really love. Show her your interests, you know?"

"Okay. Six?"

"I think you should go to Bristol. That's our hometown."

"Why? And where would we stay? I don't exactly have the money for a hotel."

"I have a house there."

"You mean your mum's," I ask skeptically.

"No. It's one my brother bought for me when I was in uni. He's loaded. I'll give you the keys."

"And what purpose will this trip serve?"

"Well on Saturday, you can get her to show you around it. I'll tell you some spots that are special to her. I think you should set a scavenger hunt around Bristol."

"Thank you so much, Effy," I say with a relieved smile. "I don't know what I would have done without you."

"It's fine, Little Fitch. If you're happy, Katie's happy. And if Katie's happy, then I'm happy. So I'm not really doing you or my best mate a favor. I'll see you in the morning, okay?"

"'Little Fitch'? Oi, I'm only younger than Katie by like 10 minutes."

"And that makes all the difference. I'm gonna go."

"Okay. If you're tired, you can take my bed and I'll sleep on the couch?"

Effy shakes her head with a little smile, "No thanks, I fall asleep faster when I'm next to Katie."

Aw...

Her smile turns wicked, "And the early morning sex is pretty nice too. Adios."

I had used most of the ideas we had come up with. The massage went really well—almost too well. Rubbing your hot girlfriend's body down with oil tends to work up a...sweat. So, yeah, we almost broke the no-sex rule then. And again when I made the dinner. And again when we had the movie marathon. Hmm, actually thinking about it, pretty much all of the dates had ended up with us all hot and bothered in various states of undress.

Even though all the dates had gone, well, wonderful, work was really strange. Monday went okay, and so did Tuesday. But during a meeting we had with one of our biggest clients, the shit hit the fan.

"So that is how we think that we can help you," Naomi says with a smile as she finishes her presentation. She's wearing a tight blue shirt that really brings out her eyes and a black pencil skirt. I'm taking the notes, but I can't tear my eyes away from her. Effy and Katie share a look across the table.

"Emily!" Katie mutters as she kicks me under the table. I look at her with a scowl.

"What?"

"Stop looking at Campbell like that! Her tits aren't what's important!"

I shake my head, and plaster a smile on my face as I write down what the president of their company says. The rest of the meeting goes well, and the room begins to empty. As I try to leave, Naomi grabs my arm, pulling me back in. We both smile as the other occupants of the room depart.

"Ems, we need to talk."

"About what?" I ask, slightly worried.

Naomi frowns, "Fitch, you can't let our personal life interfere with work. If you look like you're about to ravage me in front of the clients, we as a company will come across very unprofessional. Do you understand what I mean?"

"Uh, yes. Yes, of course, Ms. Campbell." I reply with a little nod of my head.

She sighs loudly and sits on the conference room table, "Emily, come here."

I move forward a little reluctantly. She's been on my case all week about being more professional. I mean, half of the employees know we're dating. The clients have no clue, and if they do, they're not showing it. So what does it matter?

"Do you need something else, Ms. Campbell?" I ask as innocently as possible.

"For fuck's sake, Em, don't be like that. I'm trying to run a company here. You're my girlfriend, but you're also my assistant. I need assisting here at work, and a girlfriend at home. Okay?"

"Fine," I huff, "May I leave? I need to organize the Harada file."

"Yeah," she says, trying to pull me in for a kiss. I whip a folder up in front of my face.

"No, we're at work," I say with a smirk. "See you later, boss." I twirl around and go to my desk. I can almost see Naomi's eyeroll.

Even though I can't say that work is going well, I think I am getting back into Naomi's good graces. As per Effy's suggestion, we're in Bristol for the weekend. I got her to show me around some of the places of her childhood, but we mainly went to this amusement park nearby. Yes, she got me to go on the scary rides with promises of kisses.

But today I sent her off to a spa while I made preparations. Effy told me about this lake, this lake that Naomi apparently went to relax. I was a bit nervous that Naomi wouldn't want me to invade her space, but Effy assured me that Naomi would love it. I put candles everywhere around the tent I had set up. Some champagne and take-away Chinese completed the scene. Well that and a blanket.

She had arrived on the back of the scooter I had sent to pick her up. Yep, I paid some college kid to give me his scooter for the day. I figured it was the best way to get her out here and she had said she had ridden one in college herself.

So now she's arrived, and is looking around the scene I've created. I swallow nervously.