“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.
“I was just telling Emily it would be my absolute pleasure to give her a tour of my place,” Gavin replied as calm, cool, and collected as could be.
“Well, before you start giving out tours, let’s get this shit done first.” Dillon handed him the towering stack of paperwork. “I need your John Hancock on every single one of these bad boys. I also want to talk with you about a few risks that I feel you are taking dropping CMEX.”
Dillon walked into the kitchen to get a drink.
Gavin gazed directly into Emily’s eyes. “I’m all about taking risks. I think it makes life a little more…exciting. Wouldn’t you agree?”
Knowing exactly what he was referring to, Emily’s heart tripled over into a somersault as she stared back at him.
“I just don’t think it’s a good idea to drop them,” Dillon replied, popping the top off of a bottle of beer. He made his way back over to them. “CMEX is your security. You have so much invested in hedge funds right now; it may not be a good move.”
“You are the professional,” Gavin said with a smile. “Let’s take care of this in my office.” He then turned to Emily. “By all means, make yourself at home. Natasha should be out in a minute. I’m sure she’ll keep you…like, busy.” He winked and then disappeared down the hall with Dillon.
Emily stood mute like a statue in the living room for a moment as she tried to catch her breath. She licked her lips slowly as the tingles that Gavin evoked from within her body worked their way up from her toes to the top of her head.
So…fucking…dangerous.
Sighing, she moved out to the terrace, hoping the fresh air would soothe the chaos wreaking havoc in her mind.
Being that the penthouse was a corner unit, stunning wraparound views of Central Park and the East River immediately awed her. The terrace alone was larger than her and Olivia’s living room and both bedrooms put together. She cautiously peered over the edge to watch the city below her. Her hair whipped around in the wind as she breathed in the hot, humid August air. Although she was afraid of heights, Emily found the stillness, the assurance of solitude, and the lack of people that high up to be a calming force in that moment. The serenity of being outside alone was short-lived when Natasha strolled out of the French doors.
“It’s, like, completely breathtaking out here, isn’t it?” She joined Emily and handed her a glass of ice water.
“Thank you,” she said, accepting the drink. “It truly is beautiful up here.” She studied Natasha’s strapless, skintight black tube dress. “So where are you from?”
“California,” she giggled.
“Really?” Emily mocked in shock. “I would’ve never guessed.”
Natasha kinked her head to the side, her long crimson hair blowing in the wind. “Like, I know right? People tell me that all the time.”
“I bet they do.”
The two women sat down on a plush outdoor couch. Natasha tucked her feet underneath her legs. “So, like, how long have you been dating Dillon?”
“We’ll be together a year next month.”
“That’s so sweet,” Natasha smiled. “He’s such a cutie, too.”
“Thanks. So how long have you and Gavin, uh…” Not sure how to ask the question, Emily brought the glass of water up to her lips and took a sip.
“Been fucking?”
Emily choked mid-swallow on her water.
“Oh God, are you okay?” Natasha asked concerned, placing her hand on Emily’s back.
“Yes, it…” She cleared her throat several times. “It went down the wrong pipe,” she said, pointing to her throat. “I’m alright now, thanks.”
“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 fucking 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—”