Glad you're all enjoying it. I decided I could either eat breakfast before going to work or write another chapter. Guess which one I chose.
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"Who? Fitch, as in related to Katie Fitch?" Naomi turned to Effy who had supplied the name of redhead on the other side of the room.
"You know who she is."
"Well yeah...just wanted to check. I didn't know she was in LA"
"She's been booked for some gigs around town and I think she's working on some new albums, so she's moved out here. Probably to get away from her sister"
Emily Fitch was a music producer, songwriter, celeb DJ, and occasionally modelled too. She had landed a spot hosting a music show at 18, fresh out of college, and her passion for music, intelligence and good looks had taken her from her home in Brittan all the way to the Big Apple and now finally, LA.
"How do you know that?"
"Freddie's her publicist"
"Oh. Freddie Mclair?" Effy nodded.
"I didn't know you two were so chummy"
"We're not. But he just had to tell me he was moving to LA with her, despite the fact we've only ever met twice." Naomi burst out laughing.
"It's so cute how infatuated he is with you"
"Not really" Effy replied bluntly "So are you going to talk to her then or not."
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Emily made her way across the room from the low tables and couches where her friends were sitting to the bar.
"Can I have a vodka, lime and soda?"
"Hey"
Emily turned to the owner of the voice and found herself staring into electric blue eyes that she had seen many times before on billboards. It took her almost a second to focus on the woman's face and then realise who she was staring at. Naomi Campbell, Oscar winning actress and paparazzi fodder. As eccentric as she was, Nomi was a fantastic actress, but thanks to her antics she regularly appeared on the cover of US Weekly. She had reputation for her expensive tastes; mansions, fast cars and designer clothes, as well as her reputation as a womaniser. She was regularly photographed stumbling out of clubs with a different girl each night. She was also the woman Megan Fox had once described as 'the best fuck of my life'.
"Hey" Emily managed to say back. Jesus, surely I could have come up with something better than 'hey'. I sound like a twat.
Naomi was leaning casually on the bar next to Emily.
"Smooth Pussy" She said her eyes never leaving Emily's.
"Excuse me?" Emily nearly choked on her drink, but managed to spit the words out.
"It's the name of the drink" Naomi replied smirking and pointing to the aforementioned cocktail that the barmaid placed in front of her.
"Oh right"
"It's Emily right?"
"Yeah and you're Naomi Campbell"
"I would offer to pay for your drink but unfortunately, they're free" Naomi said smiling at Emily.
"What makes you think I would let you? I've heard all about your reputation" Emily replied raising her eyebrow in a way that she hoped made her look sexy and not at all like a confused Muppet, which was what Katie had once told her she looked like.
"Well that's the thing isn't it?" Naomi said draining her drink "You've heard all about me. Dance?"
Emily contemplated the offer for a minute. She'd always been more relationships kind of girl, never even had a one night stand. But if even half of what she'd heard about the blonde in front of her was true tonight would be fun, but with absolutely no strings attached.
"What the fuck, let's dance."