How do you like your coffee?

What do you eat for lunch?

I’m making a list of questions to ask Grant so I can impress people. You know, my new co-workers. I don’t want anyone thinking I was handed this job and no doubt they’ve all seen the tabloids.

I’ve just gotten out of the shower and I’m in the kitchen wrapped in a towel trying to figure out what to eat for breakfast. Does this guy ever eat? He owns restaurants, but wouldn’t he have food in the house?

There’s a slight chill in the air and I’m reprimanding myself for not throwing Grant’s robe on.

That’s right. Me, Agnes Fletcher. Walking around the house practically in my birthday suit. When I leave the kitchen after grabbing some juice, I plan to go throw some clothes on because really, I’m Agnes Fletcher and I need freaking clothes. I stop dead in my tracks and scream when I see two strangers staring at me from the front door.

“Well hello gorgeous!”

“Holy Jesus!” I jump back into the kitchen and dive behind the island. If I didn’t have bad luck I’d have zero luck because when I dive the counter stool catches my towel and I find myself sitting on the floor in all my naked glory.

“Now that’s a way to be welcomed. More people can learn from you Agnes.”

“Who the hell are you and how do you know my name?”

“Feisty, I like it.” I’m not sure which of the two’s talking because I’m fully behind a cabinet. I pop my head up so that I can see them. “I’m Rylan and this is Trevor. We’re…”

“What the fucks going on?” I hear Grant stomping his way to the kitchen. “Hey guys, I didn’t know you were back.” I hear footsteps and what I assume are bro hugs.

“We just landed a few hours ago and decided to raid your fridge before we ran into your girl.”

“What the fuck are you talking about Ry? Where’s Aggie?”

They point in unison towards where I’m hiding as I pop my head up. Grants looks at me skeptically unsure of what I’m doing.

“Grade A tits and ass. You’re a lucky guy.” Rylan slaps him on the back.

“There’s no way you saw my tits!” I dive back behind the cabinets afraid they can see my boobs.

“Shut the fuck up.” Grant growls from the doorway of the kitchen and starts making his way over towards me. When he gets to where I am he growls and turns towards his brothers. “Were you just gonna stand there and continue to make her feel uncomfortable? What the fucks wrong with you two?”

The duo backs out of the room and leaves. But not before Trevor winks at me. Rylan might do most of the talking but I have a feeling Trevor is a lady killer.

“Here baby.” Grant takes off his tee shirt and throws it over my head.

“How embarrassing. At least I shaved in the shower this morning.”

“If they know you’re shaved we’re gonna have a big fucking problem. Sorry Aggie, my brothers are morons.”

“It’s no one’s fault. I already made a mental note to always have clothes on when I’m here.”

“Fuck that! They’ll be banned from coming here again.”

I giggle and let him usher me towards his bedroom. Once I’m all dressed and my essentials are covered, I make my way to the living room with Grant. He insisted on escorting me to the bedroom and giving me a proper good morning kiss. And boy did he!

When we look around the apartment we don’t see his brothers. They must have decided to come back at a more reasonable time… when it’s not seven in the morning.

I decide to invite them over for dinner later and start figuring out what the game plan for today is.

“You’re thinking awfully hard at 7am Aggie.” He bends down next to me placing a kiss on my forehead. Forehead kisses are the best kind of kisses.

“Are they?”

“I said that out loud, didn’t I?”

“Yup. Now explain to me how my forehead kisses are better than… some other kisses. Kisses I know you find very pleasurable.”

“First off, I love all your kisses. Second, they just are. Any old guy can kiss a girl on the lips, get her motor going and have his way with her. It takes a sweet man to drop a delicate kiss on the top of her head just because.”

“I’m old now?”

I roll my eyes and look down at my list. “Anyway, I have a few questions for you.”

I recite the first question from my list.

“Cream no sugar.”

“What do you eat for lunch?”

“Why does that matter?”

“Because I want to impress the office.”

Grant looks around the house with amusement. “Seeing as it’s just us… impress away baby!”

“Are you kidding me? There’s no office? Do you even need a PA?” I narrow my eyes.

“I do. My meetings are usually at one of the restaurants or I schedule them in a hotel conference room. There’s a main headquarters back in LA but seeing as I live here…”

“How can you live on the opposite coast of your business?”

“I’m not the sole owner of the company. I also hire people to do a damn good job of making sure everything stays afloat while I travel around checking on things and continuing to do what I love most. Opening new restaurants.”

“I guess that makes sense but I still don’t get why you need a PA.”

“You my sweet, sweet Agnes, are going to make my appointments and get me everywhere on time.  Book my flights, hotel accommodations, even dinner reservations. Which reminds me. Book us somewhere nice for dinner tonight.”

“I can handle all of that except the last. Now, there’s a few things I need to do if you don’t mind. Apartment hunting and whatnot.”

“Man, you’re asking for time off on your first day?” He laughs. “Wait, I thought you were going to live here?” When my eyes bulge his hands rise. “In the available condo, not in this exact unit.”

“I’ll look, but no promises.”

“Thank you. I’m gonna run down to the gym for a bit. Care to join me?”

“Heck no, leave me be Mr. Olympia.” He shakes his head and kisses my cheek before leaving the room.

A while later I find myself snooping again. I know, I know. Didn’t I learn my lesson before? The answer is no, I didn’t. That’s why I’m currently going through his underwear drawer. That’s where men hide the good stuff right? The sex toys and black books?

Maybe I watch one too many movies?

I’m surprised when I open his side table drawer and pull out a framed picture of him and Michelle. Now why the hell would this be in here? There’s no freaking reason with the turmoil she’s caused him recently.

“You aren’t exactly Nancy Drew.”

I jump and the frame flies out of my hands and lands on the bed. Grant quickly snatches it and throws it in the trash bin in the corner.

“You don’t have to do that to make me happy you know. It sucks, but I know you two were friends for a long time.” It’s hard for me to concentrate when he’s in all his sweaty glory. Shirtless too!

“We have to address the circus today.” He can tell I’m confused so he explains further. “The media. We need to present ourselves to the media today.”

“When you say we…”

“Both of us Agnes. Just a man and his hot as fuck PA talking to a few reporters. Setting the story straight.”

“You mean lying our asses off.” I laugh nervously. “I need to figure out what to wear.”

“Go like that.”

“Oh yeah, they’re really going to buy I’m just a PA when I’m out there wearing nothing but your dress shirt.”

“The nipples being visible is a nice touch.” He reaches out and tweaks one through the white fabric.

“Don’t start something you don’t intend on finishing Grant.”

“I have every intention of driving the Big D home baby.”

Is it bizarre that when he refers to his dick as the Big D it turns me the hell on? If it is, I don’t care. My hands start unbuttoning my shirt as I back away from him. Every step, another button comes undone. It’s like a game of cat and mouse and Grant is dying to catch his mouse.

When the last buttons undone, I let go of the shirt and let it drape open.

“Fuck baby.” He tries to move towards me, but I stop him.

“Uh, uh, uh Mr. Donovan. Haven’t you ever heard good things come to those who wait?”

“They didn’t have you in front of them. And if they could stop themselves they were saints.” His feral gaze does things to me. Makes me want to do crazy things.

“Why are you blushing Aggie?” A smirk forms on his delicious lips. “Are you thinking naughty things baby?”

“Kind of.” I cover my face with my hands because I’ve never been forward in the bedroom before.

“Tell me what you want.” I feel Grants arms on my shoulders as he steers me towards the bed, but I stop him. Knowing where I want him to take me.

“Have you ever… against the windows?” I bite my bottom lip.

“Done what exactly dear sweet Aggie?”

“Fucked.” There, I said it. Plain as day and I hope it counts for something.

“Do you want to take my window virginity?”

“Now you’re just making fun of me.”

“Never. You have me all kinds of excited now, no changing your mind.”

His words are confirmed when I look down and see his entire cock imprint through his shorts. How the hell does he make those look hot too? It probably has something to do with the raging boner straining against the fabric if I had to guess.

“Don’t make me beg.” I whisper.

Grant pushes me gently while pulling the shirt off me completely. Standing in front of the window, looking down at the hundreds of people walking the streets of Boston makes me pause. Only for a second until he’s behind me, feathering kisses along my spine until he drops to his knees. With his hands on my hips, he pulls my ass back and buries his face in my pussy.

“Grant!” I yell as the sound of my hand smacking the glass echoes throughout the room.

His tongue enters me and it feels like heaven. Someone should write to the president about his tongue, it needs an accolade or something. No, a medal!

“Right there, right there!” His finger finds my clit and set me off. Grant impales me with his cock as the beginning tremors of my orgasm hit me. My tits are pressed against the cold glass and he’s got a firm hold on my hips.

“Oh Grant!” The tremors from my orgasm continue to shake my body as he picks up his pace.

“Hold on baby.”

My hands find the glass beneath me and I hold on. Which isn’t an easy task when my hands are sweaty and they're trying to maintain their balance on glass. I eventually slide down so my hands are on the floor and Grant’s still driving into me from behind.

“Just think, someone could be looking in through the window right now Agnes.”

I bounce back up ready to see someone and make eye contact or something. But my vision blurs further when he grinds into me in the most delicious way. Every time his hips swivel he hits a spot inside me that threatens to make me sing.

My hands reach behind my head and lock hold in Grant’s hair. I love that it’s long enough to grab onto. I’m using his hair to tell him I need him closer, to feel him deeper.

Grant pulls out and twirls me around. He lifts me under my thighs then dives back in when my backs against a wall and my legs wrap around his waist.

When my hands reach up I find something to hold onto. I don’t know what the hell it is, but it’s giving me leverage to bounce and meet Grant thrust for thrust.

“Oh baby.” He moans, close to falling over the edge.

My orgasm is about to take flight as it starts to work its way through my body. A smile lights my face knowing what’s coming. He leans forward and takes a nipple in his mouth… hard.

“Keep doing that.” I shriek as I feel my body start to convulse around Grant.

“The second you squeeze that pussy on me I’m done baby.” He growls as he deeply thrusts three more times. On the last one he pushes himself in me, unmoving but still riding through his orgasm. He whispers my name over and over like he can’t believe I’m here right now.

And that’s the thing about Grant. He treats me like something worthwhile. He saw beyond plain old me and saw my full potential inside.

When did this become a Hallmark movie?

“I love you.”

Oh snap. Did I just blurt that out in post coital bliss? Maybe he didn’t hear me? But his head snaps up and his eyes meet mine.

“What’d you say?” His voice is hoarse.

“I don’t remember.”

“You love me?”

“Yes… no. But not no.” I cringe, what’s wrong with me?

He places a hand on either side of my face before nailing me with something I can’t quite decipher in his eyes. “Agnes Fletcher, I’ve loved you since you tried tipping me a dollar in your grandmother’s driveway. I’ve been waiting for you to catch on.”

“You don’t think it’s too soon?”

“Fuck no. I’ve known you for a while now.”

“A couple months is a while?” I laugh.

“It’s enough for me. When you know, you know baby. And Aggie… I know.” He plants his lips atop mine making me melt into him all over again.

“Tell me something I don’t know about you.”

He looks deep in thought before talking. “My whole life I’ve felt pressure to be something I’m not. Mom and Dad wanted me to follow in their footsteps and become an actor. It didn’t matter that I have five siblings, being the oldest they set their sights on me. I tried it out in the beginning with a few small roles. Surprisingly, I was good.”

“Watch out Mr. Donovan, your ego’s showing.”

He chuckles. “It’s a fact. Look at the reviews and watch the movies. The media predicted I’d be better than my dad when I’d only been a supporting actor. It wasn’t until I was halfway through my first major film that I realized I didn’t belong.” He gets a faraway look I can’t decipher. “The passion wasn’t there among other things. You can be great at something and it’s still not right for you.”

“All that pressure must have been difficult.”

“That chapter of my life’s over with. So, is that good enough?” He smiles and tickles my sides.

I laugh and beg for him to stop. When he does I straddle his waist and cup his face with my hands. “I love you Grant Donovan.”

“Say it again.”

“I love you.”

He closes his eyes as if letting this moment sink in his brain. “You Agnes Fletcher make me happier than I ever thought possible. Thank you, baby.”

“Ain’t no thang.”

He laughs. “Let’s get showered and get this shit on the road." He jumps up and pulls me with him.

“If you insist, but remember. It’s Friday and you know what that means!” I whirl around pointing at him.

“I get to fuck you in the daisies. Maybe get a sliver or two in my ass. Just when I thought this day couldn’t get any better.” He starts whistling on his walk to the bathroom.

I stand back and watch him. He’s like the perfect man. Strong arms, insane back, narrow waist and an ass I’d like to bite at every possible moment. That’s not even factoring in his boy next door looks and his killer six pack abs.

When he’s out of view, I gather our clothes from the floor and put them in the hamper in his walk-in closet. As I emerge he pokes his head out of the bathroom.

“Let’s go sweet cheeks. The water’s gonna get cold.”

My first day as a PA is starting off freaking awesome!