Very important question, IS ANYONE READING THIS? If not then I probably shouldn't waste my time. Flashbacks in italics, at least for this chapter.


"Naomikins, good news, I found your redhead," Cook almost yells into the phone, which probably meant he was in some sort of strip joint.

"Great, so have I, now fuck off will you, I'm busy."

Cook laughs, "Wow wow, blondie, what the fuck happened to you today?"

"Nothing," Naomi mutters, taking another gulp of newly poured vodka.

"Yeah yeah, don't tell me then, not like I give a shit."

The blonde almost lets herself smile at the guy, it's probably why they're best mates, have been since college. "No Cook, nothing happened." She grumbles.

The other end goes quiet for a second before Naomi could hear his roaring laughter. She hangs up almost instantly.

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Naomi has to stifle a victorious groan as her mouth settles over Emily's, because fuck if this isn't what she's been obsessed about over the last few months. She tries to slide her tongue in between the girl's lips, but at the last fucking moment, she turns her face, and Naomi's lips only manage to graze her lips and the blonde has to bite her tongue painfully hard in order not to swear,

"Wow, you're good," she chuckles low in her throat.

"I'm sorry?" Naomi asks with an arched eyebrow.

"I wasn't expecting it since we are going to be working together, but you are very good miss Noir," Her smile widens.

"I'd say thanks but I haven't given you enough to judge on now have I?"

"Look, Alice, or whatever your real name is," she starts, withdrawing from Naomi's embrace, "your words were spot on, your timing was perfect and I haven't been tempted like that after just one kiss since...forever. But...I don't mix business with pleasure, so this," - Emily smirks gesturing back and forth between the two of them - "just isn't going to happen." And just like that, she walks out of the car park, leaving a gobsmacked and frustrated blonde behind. The worst part is, Naomi's sure she's not the first Emily's done this to.

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It's only after a solid 2 hours later that Cook manages to call her back and apologize, the fucking prick.

"See, the thing I don't get is blondie, is why you're going to give up that easily."

Naomi smiles bitterly, "She's not like all the other girls Cook."

"Fair enough, you wanna go out tonight man? Cookie's treat."

"That's it? You're not going to convince me not to give up and all that?" Because that's what Naomi anticipated for him to do, not because he's her best mate or because it's the 'good thing to do' but because she's seen him get himself into a shitload of trouble just to get into a hot girl's pants. She never understood why he'd keep doing that, because she's never once had to do it herself, until now that is.

"Why would I do that babe? Who cares about her, plenty of other fishes in the sea yeah?" Cook points out.

"If you're trying to pull that reverse psychology shit on me then it's not going to work." Naomi says incredulously.

"Cross my heart Naoms, now are you in for tonight or not?" But the blonde isn't even listening, maybe she's not as immune to Cook's reverse psychology as she thought. Naomi Campbell has never lost at anything, and she's not about to start now. If Emily wanted to play hardball or hard to get or whatever it's called, then she'll play, and she's damn certain that she'll win.

"Naomikins? Naomi!" His booming voice snapped her out of her reverie. "Erm...tonight? Nah, I'll stay in I reckon."

"Cool, see ya blondie."


"Hello?"

"Yes, hello, is this Frederick McClair, President of 'Big Time'? I'm Alice Noir."

"Oh, of course miss Noir, how can I help you?"

Naomi smiles to herself, "I'd like to make some changes to the production of 'The art of seduction', is that ok?"

A chuckle came from the other end of the line, "Definitely, you're the author and we completely respect your wishes."

"Great, when can I come in?"

"Errm, tomorrow ok?"

"Tomorrow's great." Naomi snaps her mobile closed. And just like that, it starts.