Collide (Collide, #1)(6)
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.”
A frown marred the space between her brows. “A whiney sorority girl? What’s that supposed to mean? Why did you even come here to shower then?”
“I got the call after I got here, that’s why.”
“Maybe you need to go sleep at your place tonight.” She undid her apron and threw it on the table. “You’re out wining and dining these so-called clients at least five nights a week.”
Walking closer, his voice rose as he eyed her. “What are you trying to imply, Emily? Do you not think that I’m taking care of clients?”
“I have no idea. I just thought you’d be here a little more than you have been,” she answered, tossing her hand through her hair. “Maybe to help me adjust a bit with the whole move.”
After taking a sip of his water, he cocked his head to the side. “I moved you out here on my dime. What more do you want from me?”
“That was low, Dillon,” she breathed out, her green eyes wide. “I didn’t ask you to do any of that. I could’ve stayed in Colorado, and we could’ve continued a long-distance relationship.”
Dillon stepped closer, lifted his hand, and gently brushed her cheek. “No, you couldn’t. You love me, and you needed to be here with me after everything that happened.” He slid his thumb against her chin. “And I love and need you here, too. Now stop the bullshit, let me go take care of this client, and I’ll be back later, okay?”
Assessing and reevaluating the situation on the fly, Emily pushed up on her tiptoes and pressed her lips against his. He eagerly accepted her advance as he groaned into their kiss. Fisting his hands in her hair, he drew her closer, pulling her into his chest.
Emily spoke against his mouth. “Alright. Go do your thing, and I’ll see you later.”
“So I’m not being forced back to my apartment tonight then?” He smiled against her lips. “If you really insist, I guess I can sleep at my place instead of here.”
“Stop being a wiseass, Dillon. I’ll be waiting for you when you get back.”
“Okay, you’ll have my undivided attention then.”
Dillon laced his hand in hers and she followed him to the door. After giving her one last kiss, Emily watched him walk out of her apartment.
When the door snapped shut, Olivia re-emerged from her room. Sinking into the couch, she patted it for Emily to follow suit. “Alright, spill it. What’s the deal, woman?” Olivia asked.
“He just seems distant, you know?” she replied, sitting next to her.
“Look, you know I can’t stand Dillon.” Olivia paused for a second and tapped her chin. “Actually, I hate him.” Emily rolled her eyes, and Olivia laughed. “But, really, in his defense, and only because my brother works in the same office, they really have to take care of potential accounts.”