Aarrgghhh! This is a pathetic excuse for a chapter. I don't write this kind of stuff very well, it's a wonder why I even started this fic in the first place. Btw, sorry bout the WC thing, or lack of it in this chapter. I DID have an idea but i can't remember it! omgwtffail! lol


Naomi feels disgusted with herself. She can't understand why or how this is happening, just knows that it is, and it's bad. She hates the fact that her mind is utterly consumed by Emily, and hates it even more that there's not a damn thing in the world that she can do about it.

The first time she saw her, the blonde's eyes did a double take. Gorgeous, and right off the bat she knew, this is the most confident woman she's ever going to meet. Naomi watched her from afar, and the way she carried herself, the way she spoke, everything about her makes Naomi's knees go weak.

But back to the present, the limo door opens. Emily gives the tiniest of smiles, and even though it's more out of common courtesy rather than anything else, Naomi's breath still catches in her throat, making her almost dizzy with desire as her eyes take in every detail of Emily's face. Whoever said there's no love at first sight...well, they're not wrong there, but Naomi's certainly feeling a whole lot of lust. She opens her mouth to speak but no words would form, it's ridiculous really, and the blonde curses herself silently for making herself look like a total idiot, staring at Emily like this.

"Drive," Naomi instructs the driver as soon as Emily gets in the car. Jesus Christ, she really does have a body and face enough to make anyone go weak in the knees, and as much as she'd like to think otherwise, Naomi's only human after all.

Now what? She's never been in a situation like this before. The blonde's an award winning novelist, words, like, real, spoken out loud words come to her almost naturally, so why is it so ridiculously hard to come up with a few right now? Fuck's sake. Good thing Emily still seems to be able to talk.

"I know what you're doing, I can see right through it?" She smirks, and anyone with half a brain can tell that Emily's clearly winning this...well, whatever it is that's going on between them.

"Well that makes one of us, care to enlighten me?" Ahh, there it is, that's not so hard.

Emily throws her head back and lets out a dry laugh, it's then that the blonde realizes just how slender and pretty-looking neck Emily has, "All of this," she says, gesturing around the limo, "to make me feel like you're some kind of knight in shining armor, and then when we get there, you're going to pull the whole 'I don't give a fuck act'"

To be fair, the plan to do just that did cross Naomi's mind maybe once or twice, but then she thinks better of it. You can't play the player with an ordinary hand, and if there's one thing Naomi's sure of, it's that Emily's a master player.

"I've seen it all before, Naomi," the redhead continues, her tone a little more serious now as she straightens up, and Naomi has to force herself not to stare at the woman's cleavage "I'm sick of all the games Naomi."

Now it's the blonde's turn to chuckle, "So you did know my fucking name, and here I was thinking that-"

"Whatever happened to the good old days where people would go on simple dates?" Emily interjects, looking as though her mind's in some place else, "Dinner and a movie you know?"

Naomi sighs, nods in agreement, because how can she not agree with Emily? Gorgeous, gorgeous Emily that's currently wearing a tight dress that clings to her body flawlessly, and of course it also came high enough above the knees to keeps Naomi's imagination occupied for days, "Yeah, you're right, where would you like to go?"

"Anywhere," The redhead shrugs with a small smile on her face.

Naomi smiles back, "Anywhere it is. You thirsty?" She says, reaching over to the full bar that stretched out onto the left, grabbing a bottle of something even she can't spell and 2 glasses.

"Actually, I am." Emily takes a glass and quickly drains it. Naomi has to look away in order not to think about just how badly she wants to be that glass of bubbly.

Just then, the car slowly comes to a stop. Looks like they're here.


Ok ok, I wanna ask u lot something. Do u want this to be rom-com-y (complete with climax and resolution)? Or do we just want to keep this light-hearted and fun the whole way through? Either way, let me tell you something, this story still has a few more twists in turns in it, heehee.

I'd beg u all for reviews but instead I'll say this, are you REALLY not going to review? How will you sleep knowing that you enjoyed something someone gave u and don't give 1 minute in return? Your conscience will haunt you for the rest of your life, until one day, you'll be on your deathbed and you'll think back to how you neglected the stranger who gave u that little bit of joy and there'd be nothing you can do about it then. Are you able to live with that? If I were you, I wouldn't be.