Author's Note: Well, I wasn't going to update today because my brother had surgery, but he is doing much better than anticipated. So, here I am for another chapter even though I only got 8 reviews for last chapter. This one goes out to those of you that take the time to review. Special thanks to FreakFlagFlyin who reviews every time and honestly has some very nice things to say. Oh, and Milch Getting, your review made me smile. My opinion could take up an entire book. I'm a very opinionated young lady. Thanks again for all reviews, and thanks in advance for the ones you will give me at the end of this chapter ;) Emily's POV is necessary for this chapter I believe. Naomi next chapter definitely.

The next few days went on with a sort of routine. I wake up next to Naomi, we chat for a bit, we eat breakfast, watch television, sometimes go shopping, other times just talk. We always end up back in the same bed together, not in a dirty way, yet. I can tell she's being very reluctant about our relationship. I don't know exactly why, but I think I might have an idea.

My morning routine is interrupted when I wake up and Naomi is nowhere to be seen. I immediately jump out of bed and tear through the upper level of the house. Not here. I walk downstairs cautiously. What if something's happened? What if Anthony did find her? No, no, that's not possible. I walk through the living room without catching a glimpse of peroxide blonde hair. I walk into the kitchen and smell something wonderful. I'm instantly made aware of the fact that I'm rather hungry. Naomi makes fun of me, says I eat enough for three. She doesn't know how I stay so fit. Loads of sex will do that to you.

I let out a breath that I had subconsciously been holding when I am met with gorgeous blue eyes. I love her eyes. I love everything about this girl. I'm not going to deny it. I love her. I know I just met her and everything, and she's most likely not interested in me, but I love her. I'm sure of it. I highly doubt she feels the same, but every once in a while I'll see her looking at me in a peculiar way. With something close to infatuation in her eyes. As quickly as I notice it, it's gone, making me wonder if it was ever really there in the first place.

Back to Naomi and food. I love food. And Naomi. I look behind her gorgeous blue eyes that I've probably been staring at a tad bit too long, and am met with a gorgeous breakfast on a tray complete with a single lavender rose. I know that sounds redundant, but get over it, it's a real thing. She may not know what lavender roses mean, but I do. Love at first sight. Beautifully sums up the way I feel about her. Some people say that love at first sight is rubbish, but it's not to me. It was before Naomi. I wasn't instantly able to recognize what I felt for her as love, but now it's undeniable really. It's all about being able to read your emotions correctly. Not confusing love with lust and all that. Bugger, I'm ranting internally again.

'Naomi, this is gorgeous.' I say with what I'm sure is a ridiculously dorky grin plastered on my face.

'Oh, it's nothing really.' She says, blushing a miraculous shade of red. It's adorable.

'No one's ever done something so nice for me before. It is for me right?' She rolls her eyes. God, why did I ask?

'No, Em, it's for the squirrel living in my room.' Her blush has now jumped from her face to mine.

'Jeez, Naoms, way to ruin the moment for me.' She smiles softly.

'Sorry, but you weren't supposed to get up, silly. It's called breakfast in bed.' She says emphasizing the last word.

'It's really lovely. Why did you do all this? Not that I'm complaining, of course.' I say with a chuckle which she returns.

'I have something I want to ask you, and I wanted to do it properly. Oh, and you've been really wonderful Ems. You're letting me stay in your house plus you cook practically all my meals for me. I figured I owed you one.'

'I love having you here Naomi. It's less…'

'Lonely?' I nod. 'I know the feeling.'

'So, what is it you wanted to ask me?'

'Oh, let's sit down and eat, then I'll ask.'

'Alright then.' I drag out the words dramatically.

'Just go with it Ems. Just go with it.'

We sit down and eat the breakfast Naomi made, which was really delicious by the way. Now she looks like she's struggling with words.

'Out with it then.' I prod gently.

'Um, would you, maybe, like to, um, oh jesus, go on a date with me?' She says the last part almost inaudibly, but I didn't miss a syllable. Naomi just asked me out. Holy shit.

'Y-yes, I would love that.' She grins like the fucking Cheshire cat, and I'm sure my face isn't much different. I was not expecting that. Like, at all. If you'd told me last night that Naomi fucking Campbell, the girl I'm in love with, would ask me out on a date, I would've fucking laughed in your face. Or cried. Probably both.

'Great.' She snaps me instantly out of my reverie. 'Be ready by seven.'

'Tonight?'

'Yes, silly. Tonight.' I can tell she tried really hard not to make a sarcastic comment at my stupid question. I don't want that. I love her for her. Not who she tries to be.

'Naoms?'

'Yeah?'

'Don't censor yourself with me, okay?' I don't wait for a response. Instead I go upstairs to find the perfect outfit for tonight.

It's six forty-five and I'm absolutely shitting my pants. I have no idea why I'm so nervous about this, it's just Naomi. Oh, there's the problem. It's Naomi, girl I fucking love, Naomi. I spend my last fifteen minutes alone pacing my room. I have to admit, I do look amazing. I went for a simple, but skin tight black skirt with a cleavage-bearing green blouse. I've been told that I look good in green. By Naomi. I hear a soft knock on my door, and I walk over and open it. If I thought I looked good, Naomi looks a thousand times better. She's wearing black slacks that accentuate her gorgeous curves with a blue blouse. Gorgeous.

'Ready, Ems.' I can tell by the slightly strained sound of her voice that she's been checking me out, too.

'As ever, Naoms.'

We arrive at some fancy restaurant that Naomi has picked out. I'll have to ask her why. This doesn't really seem like her scene. We walk in and Naomi sorts out the reservations. I look around and instantly know why Naomi has chosen this particular restaurant. It's dimly lit, the main color of the restaurant none other than brown. Brown and blue, predominantly. I know it may sound like a dreadful combination, but it works in this particular case. Some things just work.

We're seated in a fairly private corner of the restaurant, as per the request of Naomi apparently. I wonder why she's never gone to work? What did she say she was? A lawyer, that's right.

'Why don't you ever have to go to work?' I ask her, clearly surprising her with my sudden outburst, but she quickly recovers.

'I only have to take on four or five cases a year. I am somewhat of a big-shot at work. Very highly paid. Unfortunately, that doesn't matter because the majority of my money is put directly into an account that's under Anthony's name. I'm left with a small percentage, which is actually quite a lot. Which reminds me, I'm paying. For everything tonight.'

'Naomi, don't be ridiculous.'

'I won't take no for an answer Emsy. All expenses paid, just enjoy the company, yeah?' I sigh.

'Alright.' I mutter.

We settle into easy conversation, talking about anything and everything. Well, except for Anthony and my job. Those two are off limits. Well they were. Until now.

'Naomi.' I get her attention during a lull in the conversation.

'Yes?'

'I just want you to know something. I have to tell you, but I'll only be able to say it once, so don't interrupt, okay?' She just nods. 'I do my job because I want to. Plain and simple. Those people make me feel wanted, like I have a purpose other than just mooching off of my parents. I don't need the money, that's just bonus. Obviously, you wouldn't like to be in a relationship with a prostitute, which I completely understand. I just want you to know that I will give up my job for you. You make me feel things I've never felt before. You are more than enough for me and I don't need all those other tossers to make me feel alright. Okay?'

'Ems, I don't see you as a prostitute. You're just Emily to me. I would love for you to give up your job, but if it's what you want to do, who am I to stand in the way?' I am gob smacked. This woman, this utterly amazing woman, would let me be a prostitute while she was in a relationship with me. It's not even that she would LET me. She's telling me that even if we are in a relationship, we are two people who can do what they want.

'No, Naomi, it's not what I want to do.'

'What do you want to do, then? What's your passion?'

'I'd love to be a photographer. My parents always set these crazy high expectations that I could never quite reach. Their dream was to send me off to a nice college and into a respectable career. I didn't want that. They weren't happy, they snubbed me for months after. Eventually my mum caved and told me that they'd 'forgiven me.' The only reason I turned to prostitution is because it was there. Offered to me on a silver platter. I wish I hadn't started.'

'Well, I think we're going to have to work on that photographer dream then, eh Ems?' I stare at her in disbelief. This should be the part where she's running for the hills, and I don't mean the ridiculously scripted television show. 'Right.' She answers for me.

Note: I was planning on writing more, but I'm ridiculously exhausted from lack of sleep. So, the date isn't over. Sorry if you think this chapter's kind of shit, I'm not entirely happy with it, but I wanted to give you great reviewers something to read. So, enjoy, then review. Honestly, I get a ridiculous amount of hits for each chapter with a ridiculously small amount of reviews for each chapter. I appreciate each and every one folks! Every single one counts! New chapter will be up either tomorrow or the next day. Probably tomorrow. Cheers guys.