Collide (Collide #1)(8)

Before Emily could reply, a svelte dark-haired woman called out to him from behind a desk. "Mr. Blake, you have a call on line two."

Smiling, he turned to face the woman. "Please take a message for me, Natalie."

Quickly, with trembling fingers, Emily hit the button to close the door. It shut completely before Gavin could turn around. Leaning herself against the wall, she grabbed onto the brass railing, trying to compose herself. The effect the stranger had on her was unnerving. She shook her head at the breakneck pace of events, regretting that she'd agreed to drop off the food. Nonetheless, she made her way out of the building and went home.

"He was that good looking?" Olivia asked, taking a seat at the kitchen table.

Emily placed a finger over her mouth. "Jesus, Olivia, Dillon's inside. Keep your voice down." Her eyes darted to her room and then back to Olivia. "Yes, he was that good looking. Take-your-breath-away good looking. Want-to-strip-your-body-naked-and-let-him-devour-you-alive good looking. Certified-eye-candy good looking."

Olivia let out a gut-belly laugh and then quickly covered her mouth. "Sounds very f*ckable," she whispered. Nodding in agreement, Emily giggled. "I think you need to take the delivery boy's position instead."

"I don't know; it was just the strangest reaction I've ever had with someone. And talk about embarrassed at the way I handled myself. A preschooler would've done better."

Smirking, Olivia took a sip from her glass of wine, her brown eyes sparkling. "It may make for some great sex tonight with Douche if you keep Mr. Tall, Dark, and Fuckable Handsome in mind."

Emily walked over to her and lightly slapped her on the arm. "Stop. No more Mr. Tall, Dark, and Fuckable Handsome thoughts for me." Emily took her hair out of her ponytail. "Besides, I love Dillon. Mr. Tall, Dark, and Fuckable Handsome will be the gift for some other woman, believe me."

"Okay, okay," Olivia laughed quietly. "But at least you know you have a backup in case."

Before Emily could discuss her newfound f*ckable eye candy any further, Dillon strolled into the room dressed in his finest suit and tie. Walking over to him, Emily instantly forgot about the sexy stranger as her eyes feasted upon his dampened dirty-blonde hair and handsome face. To her, he was all the f*ckable eye candy she needed.

"I thought we were hanging here tonight?" Emily asked, circling her arms around his waist. "I rented a movie."

He placed his arms on her shoulders. It was easy enough for him since he was much taller than Emily's tiny frame. "I'm having dinner with a potential client." He sauntered over to the refrigerator and took out a bottle of water. "It was an unexpected call. We'll watch it another night."

Emily frowned at his nonchalant tone. "How many unexpected dinners can you have in one week, Dillon?"

After letting out an audible sigh, Olivia pushed to her feet and made her way out of the room.

Dillon leaned himself against the counter. "You know it goes with the territory, Emily. I'm a stockbroker; that's what I do. I need to wine and dine a client a little in order to gain the account."

"I get that, Dillon. I really do." Emily walked into the kitchen and pressed her body against his. "But I've been here less than a month, and I'm constantly being left alone when you have these meetings." She playfully pulled at his tie. "I saw you more when I was living in Colorado than I do now."

Backing away, his brown eyes narrowed on her slightly. "You sound like a whiney sorority girl." He twisted the cap off the bottle of water and took a sip. "Just relax. I shouldn't be back too late."