A/N: I CAUGHT UP WITH EVERY SINGLE EPISODE INCLUDING TEXAS 1,2, & 3 AND I AM SO MUCH MORE EXCITED AND PUMPED FOR LUCAYA. SO READY FOR IT! LET'S GO MOFOS! HELL TO THE YES! THE SLOW BURN AND TRUE TEST OF PATIENCE HAS TRULY BEGUN! YEEEESSSS LUCAYA! MY BABIES ARE SO ALIVE! HOLY SHIT THE WRITERS ARE SO CLEVER AND I AM SO DOWN FOR THIS SHIT! WHOOO! (I will continue to guess what I said in August: I think GM First Date was the beginning of the end of Rucas and Lucaya was planned from the beginning. I HAVE SO MANY THEORIES AND RANTS YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW.)

And to commemorate it…

NEW FUCKING STORY.

This was a request by jellybeee on L&W for Lucas being the boss and Maya being his PA, but I started writing it and it became a full length story that I pretty much just crazy wrote out. Written because Adult!Fuckboy Friar needs to exist in this fandom too. And because I'm almost done with some stories. And because I have NO SELF CONTROL. SO SUE ME WHATEVER. WHEN LUCAYA FEELZ ARE THIS STRONG, I CAN'T CONTAIN MY DESIRE TO WRITE.

This story shouldn't be too long I suppose, and hopefully, I can get it done before 2016 (probably not), but we'll see. Experimenting with writing without Angst, because I realized that's basically the only thing I ever write… Sooooo, this is just a lighthearted, stupid, incoherent romantic humour babbling piece about a womanizing CEO and his prickly PA.

Rated High T (at most Borderline M) for Terrible Bosses

Enjoy my loves! (I'll probably revise this chapter later lol)

Disclaimer: I do not own GMW, because if I did, Fuckboy Friar really would be a thing and he would constantly be trying to get into Maya's pants. Just saying…

UPDATE 10.25.15: Hi Guest! I meant "violate" as in ravish, but I understand now how that word could have a very negative connotation. When I was thinking of a word, I didn't realize that violate isn't as nice or clean cut a word as I thought. (My first language barrier issue ahahah! WHOOO). So apologies for that! I hope I haven't offended you. So I have changed "violate" to "screw" instead :) Thank you for letting me know.

Prologue

"Urgh you're an idiot. Only you can get us stuck in this mess."

"Shut up and put your foot in this pantyhose leg." Lucas said from the ground, a brow raised as he held up the other hole of the bunched up stocking for her to pull on.

Maya pushed her glasses up her nose with a sneer of disgust before slipping her foot into the nude coloured stocking as she rapidly tried to button up her pressed blouse. It wasn't her ideal choice outfit with the stupid salmon skirt, but Lucas had been adamant that she wear that lest she look like anything less than a woman of Upper East Side upbringing.

Rich people. She couldn't stand them.

"Pantyhose? My Gammy uses that word." Maya snorted. "How old are you anyway?"

"Thirty." He smirked, knowing damn well the question was meant to be rhetorical mockery. Still. "But I've still got a refractory period of around ten minutes, so we have just about enough time for some fun if you're up for it."

Maya froze and stared down at him as he grinned mischievously up at her, sea foam coloured eyes dancing in the light. She could feel the furious flush on the tips of her ears. Why the hell did he always have to harass her?

"You are an abomination to society, sir." Maya said promptly, reaching up and tightening her stiff bun.

She hated having to tie up her hair like this, but her messy waves were a no go for this type of event so she'd had no choice but to conceal them as best as she could.

"Sir? What happened to Lucas?" He said with a chuckle, standing up and Maya tugged the rest of the pantyhose under her skirt and rushed to get on the expensive heels. Lucas took hold of her waist, pulling her close to him, a smirk tugging on his lips. "You were calling it out enough last night."

She pried his hands off and stepped back, an embarrassed blush forming on her face from his proximity.

"Because I was having a nightmare that your disgusting ass became friends with my mom."

"Is that really any way to speak to your boss, Miss Hart?"

"Apologies, Huckleberry." Maya rolled her eyes, buttoning up the buttons of her beige cardigan. "I'll make sure it doesn't happen again."

She took a step back so he could see the finished product of the ensemble.

"All good? Sophisticated enough?"

He gave her a once over, running his eyes up and down her form, and Maya instantly grew self-aware, her skin prickling, feeling as if he was slowly undressing her with his eyes. Why did she feel so naked under his scrutiny? She might as well have not even been wearing any clothes at all.

He brought his gaze back to hers with a smirk.

"Like a preppy, Upper East Side homemaker I want to screw."

She ignored him. "I hope you know you owe me for this."

"Don't worry." Lucas procured a small box from his pocket, opening it, and Maya took out the two pearl earrings that matched the necklace she had on. "My mother will love you."

"And if she doesn't? What if this doesn't work?" Maya asked as she put them in her ears.

"I'll let you cover me with anything you want and lick it off." Lucas said with a laugh, straightening up his tie.

Maya rolled her eyes, digging in her purse for her small mirror. "You're disgusting. Can't you keep it professional for once?"

She held up the compact in front of Lucas and he observed his tie's position in it, making sure it was perfectly in place. Once he had done so, he picked up her running shorts and ratty tank top, stuffing them in his briefcase.

"Alright, you good?" Maya asked, slipping her mirror back into her purse.

"Yeah. You?"

"I'm about to go to a Friar family benefit posing as your damn fake girlfriend. Do you think I'm okay?"

Lucas smiled, pushing the emergency button again. With a soft clunking, the elevator whirred to life before pulling them up.

"Everything will be okay."

She sure as hell hoped so, because if this shit made her life infinitely more complicated than it needed to be, she was going to kick Lucas' ass to another planet. This was not in her job description or pay for that matter and he hella owed her for making her attend this with him.

The elevator dinged once they reached the penthouse suite, and Lucas smiled, holding out his hand to her.

"Shall we, Princess Hart?"

"I told you if you called me that again I would set your computer so clicking on certain links would pop up porn and viruses."

Lucas snorted. "My apologies, Maya."

Maya ignored the flash of heat that shot down her back and curled her hand into his, swallowing thickly as the doors to the elevator opened.

Here we go…

How did I end up changing in an elevator with my pervert of a boss to play his girlfriend for his mother's charity benefit? Well, to get to that part of the story, we're going to need to go back.

Quite a bit.