I V Y

I tug at the baby pink skirt that is teamed with a frilly white blouse and a soft pink ribbon to droop around my collar. The dress code tonight was particularly proper as far as work uniforms go. I couldn't believe I was about to serve the entire Avengers cast and everyone in between.

"Ivy, you need to be at the door when they arrive," Seth warned "They're walking down the red carpet now!"

"On it!" I call out while pacing to the large glass entrance.

The cinema was completely reserved for the premiere of The Avengers 2: Age of Ultron. The cinema entrance was at the very end of the carpet, but no photographers were allowed to get within a few metres of the door.

I closed the glass doors behind me and stood in front of them, awaiting the cast. I tug and straighten my uniform and quickly feel if my hair is still contained in my low bun, knowing the tendencies my fuzz has to be free of restraints.

I spot Robert first, his stature is proper and poised. My hand grips the door and I pull it open and latch it in place just as he gets to me. "Ooh, the uniform's pink tonight, very lovely." Robert comments with a some-what casual wink as he enters.

"That observation is correct." I reply.

I make him laugh!

Many of them are speaking among each other, but greet me with smiles and thank you's as they pass through. I see him last.

He's trailing behind with Jeremy, chuckling loudly. Jeremy gives me a quick thanks and next is Chris himself. He gives me a very noticeable once over, and I feel the hair on my arms raise.

The navy blue pinstripe suit he wears fits him to a T. His blue eyes move up my body before meeting my own. I try my best to give him an ambiguous smile, but I'm sure he sees right through it because his eyes then drop to the ground and he smirks from ear to ear.

His hand roughly rubs his thick beard, and he looks at me again. "Good afternoon..." He trails off as he reads my name badge. "Ivy." he finally says. "Good afternoon, Sir." I reply smiling with almost as much ego as his own.

A low chuckle emits in his throat as he continues walking through the door. Being the last of the last, I unlatch the door and close it shut.

Turning around, I see his gaze on me, as he talks to Jeremy again. They're being lead into the seating area and given a glass of champagne as they enter.

I follow their path but leave them to make my way behind the counter. I pretend that my undivided attention is on wiping down the shelves but my eyes slowly glance up at him. He's already looking at me and a smile plays on his lips before he runs his fingers through his hair and disappears inside the room.

It had only been half an hour when the cinema doors swing open and he is actually walking over to me. "Hello, Sir. What can I help you with?" I ask.

"Hello again, Ivy. I was wondering if I could get another glass of champagne?" Leaning against the counter in front of me.

"The employees inside could have done that for you on the spot." I inform him, raising an eyebrow.

"I know." he sighs, looking around the empty front room quickly before looking back to me. "But I had no other excuse to talk to you."

I avert my eyes to the ground, giving him a soft laugh. "Well if that's the case." A grin playing on my lips. "Tell me what you're after."

"Just the bubbly they're serving in there." he says "Its nice and sweet." The way the words slip off his tongue leave me taking in a deep breath. I pour him a new glass of champagne, and slide it to him along the counter.

He takes the thin glass between his fingers, and brings the glass to his lips taking a sip from it. Looking me in the eyes as he does so. "Do you work here full time?" He asks, gently putting the glass down on the counter.

"No, only when they need me to." I tell him, putting the champagne bottle back into the fridge below the counter. "So what do you do with yourself?"

"I study, and I'm working as a dental assistant." He keeps his eyes on me as I speak and I can't help but quickly glance at his deep pink lips as he smiles "A dental assistant?" He coos "My Father's a Dentist, you know"

"Interesting." I say to him with a giggle but he doesn't reply, just looks at me with half of a smirk.

"When do you finish?"

"As soon as the movies finished, the others stay later than I do." I tell him, trying not to stare at him for too long.

With one last sip of his champagne he slides the glass back to me "Thank you very much" he grins "Are you busy after you finish work?"

I find myself flustered at the thought of him actually being interested in me. "Not at all." I reply, hoping I sounded more relaxed than my current physical state. Ha.

"Well in that case, I would like to ask you to come home with me." he says in a low voice.

"Pardon?" I laugh, unable to believe he had just said what I thought he said. Of course he has the balls to be so forward.

"If you're up for it - I want you to let me have you." his voice is lower than before and his expression is so neutral, but there's no doubt that he is serious.

My mind isn't thinking straight, but I'm definitely not against the idea. This ridiculously attractive man wants me and I'm down for that. The thought of his body against mine sends a rush through my veins. "Okay." I say suddenly breaking the silence.

"Okay?" He questions with a raised eyebrow.

"Okay, I'll come home with you." I say, my lips simpering at my words.

His eyes light up and he checks his watch. "I'll see you in an hour or so. Get ready for tonight, kitten." he winks before walking back to the cinema doors.