Collide (Collide #1)(65)

"So, like, we're really not," Emily quickly answered.

"Oh, wait...I thought," she looked to Dillon confused and smacked him on his arm. "You silly man, you had me thinking, like, you were engaged when you said she was the future Mrs. Parker."

"Eventually she will be," Dillon smiled, looking over to Emily.

She smiled back, inwardly praying she didn't have to hear the word "like" again.

"Okay, well, like, come in. I'll let him know you two are here," Natasha laughed.

Emily sighed.

Natasha walked away to get Gavin.

"Babe, I have to use the bathroom," Dillon said, walking down a long hallway. "I'll be right back."

Emily nodded.

At first glance, she noticed that the decor was a stark contrast from the warm setting of his house in the Hamptons. Although extraordinary in its own way, it felt cold and impersonal to her. Marble floors stretched from one end of the area to the next. Black leather couches, abstract stone sculptures, and colossal-sized pieces of black-and-white photos of the city consumed the enormous penthouse. No hint of color was anywhere. Holding a sense of business superiority throughout, it was exactly the space Emily had envisioned he lived in when she first met him. This wasn't a home; this was simply what the city expected him to look like. Another one of Gavin Blake's many layers came to her mind.

As Emily chided herself for analyzing his surroundings, Gavin stepped into view, wearing a pair of blue cotton pajama pants - shirtless. He - and his dragon tattoo curling the side of his ribcage - warmed the space almost immediately. Emily watched breathlessly as he whispered something into Natasha's ear. She giggled at whatever he said, kissed him on the cheek, and whisked down the hall into one of the rooms, closing the door behind her.

Gavin's eyes roved over Emily as he tried to mask the excitement he felt bleeding from his pores at the sight of her. He thought the last time he went without seeing her was an eternity; this longer stretch felt as if it was his certified death sentence. Feeling his body relax by her mere presence, he approached her with a smile.

"Sorry about that," he ran his hand through his hair. "She has distaste for clothing or something."

"But she has love for the word 'like,' so it all evens out, I guess."

"Mmm, I never noticed that," he replied, scratching his stomach.

"Are you kidding?" Emily laughed, trying to keep her attention on his face and away from the still lingering thought of where that tattoo begins.

He moved closer and whispered in her ear, "Of course I'm kidding. It's annoying, but don't tell her I told you that."

Between the close proximity and his warm breath brushing against her skin, she thought she was going to pass out for sure. "My lips are sealed."

In one swift motion, his gaze flicked down to her mouth then back to her face. "Do me a favor and try not to bring any attention to those pretty little lips," he whispered, his blue eyes intense.

Emily's mouth dropped opened and then snapped shut.

"Would you like something to drink?" he asked casually, slightly ducking his head to conceal the smile on his face.

"Are you going to watch me drink whatever you give to me? Because, I may be wrong about this, but I think I have to use my lips in order to do so."

He cocked a brow and smirked. "It would be my absolute pleasure."

"What would be your absolute pleasure?" Dillon's voice cut through the air, returning from the bathroom.

Emily backed away from Gavin, almost stumbling.