Collide (Collide #1)(67)

"So, like, I was saying, let me see..." Natasha paused in thought and tapped her finger on her chin. "I met Gavin, like, two years ago when Blake Industries was running an ad campaign for a modeling company I worked for. We're by no means in a serious relationship at all, but we've been f*cking around off and on ever since. Like, when he calls me, I come," she giggled again. "And I mean, literally. God, do I come. That man knows what he's doing in the sack. Like, the best I've ever had - no joke. And those lips and tongue...they are so, like, not only good for kissing. I mean, when he goes down and - "

"It feels like it just got hotter out here, right?" Emily interrupted and quickly stood up. She started fanning her face with her hand. "Yeah, it definitely feels hotter out here."

Natasha furrowed her brows. "Hmm, I don't feel it."

"I do. I'm going to go back inside to hang out in the air conditioning."

"Oh, okay, like, I'll join you," Natasha exclaimed, hopping up a little too eagerly.

Please don't...

Walking into the penthouse, Emily found Dillon sitting on the leather couch.

"You alright, babe?" he asked. "You look pale."

"Yeah, I'm okay." She walked over to him. "I need to use the bathroom before we leave."

Natasha pouted her lips and slumped into a chair next to Dillon. "Oh, no. I was, like, hoping we could all go get some lunch together. There's, like, this posh little Greek restaurant that opened up, and I'm so wanting to try it out."

"That sounds good to me." Dillon rose to his feet and walked into the kitchen to grab another beer. "I'm actually starving."

"Dillon, we're supposed to go shopping, remember?"

"We'll go afterward. Fifth Avenue will still be there when we're done," he replied, sliding open his phone to call someone.

Emily stared at him, her eyes fuming as he started his conversation with the person on the other end.

"Oh goody!" Natasha clapped her hands.

Gavin walked into the living room, still lounging in his pajama pants. He started massaging Natasha's shoulders from behind her. "What are you clapping for?"

"She's, like, really excited because we're all, like, going out to lunch together." Emily shot him a wicked smile, her eyes narrowing on him. "So, like, I need to use your bathroom before we go. Can you, like, tell me which one of these halls I need to go down to get to it?"

Natasha beamed a smile from ear to ear.

The corner of Gavin's mouth turned up. "It's, like, at the end of that hall, last door on your right." Pointing down the hall, he tried to stifle a laugh.

Without a backward glance, Emily headed in the direction he pointed. She shut the bathroom door behind her.

"Un-f*cking-real," she murmured to herself as she studied her reflection in the mirror.

After taking a few minutes to grasp the fact that she was about to spend her afternoon in a very uncomfortable situation, she emerged from the bathroom and found Gavin casually leaning against the opposite wall with his arms crossed. She could hear Dillon and Cali-Girl laughing in the other room, but the conversation was inaudible.

"You find this whole thing funny, don't you?" she asked.

Smiling, he stepped closer. "You don't?"

She stepped back. "Not as funny as I think you find it."

Undeterred, Gavin stepped closer still. "We're pals, remember?"

Not saying a word, she took another step back, only to find she was now against the wall with her sweaty palms pressed against the cool surface.