AN: Summary: Helga a fresh out of college graduate working for the NY times; Assigned to Interview Arnold who has a doctorate in psychology and working for Medicines San Frontier Doctors without borders. Somewhat inspired by Fifty Shades of Grey

Chapter 6

Night Goes On

Helga turns in her seat to turn head glances up and finding herself locked in a bold green gaze of Arnold Shortman who is standing right behind and staring at her and almost leading to heart failure, his gaze is unwavering intense, like holy shit what the hell is doing here of all the bars in the city, looking all outdoorsy his tousled hair and in his flannel button down and black jeans and Oxford leathers for footwear, thinking her mouth has just popped open, and can't locate her brain or her voice

"Arnold what are you doing here?" because that is all she could manage

There's a ghost of a smile on his lips and his eyes are alight with humor as if he's enjoying a private joke

"I'm here with Andrew and Carrie you remember right?" his way of explanation as he was pointing over to the bar seeing as the blonde girl was waving at her, who recognized her from the interview.

"Yes I do" waving back

"It's a pleasure to see you again" his voice warm and husky like dark melted chocolate fudge caramel or something, ice cream to be exact.

Shaking her head to gather her wits her heart pounding at a frantic tempo and for some reason she is blushing furiously under his steady scrutiny, utterly thrown by the sight of him standing right in front of her, memories of him did not do him any justice, he's not merely good looking he's the epitome of male beauty, her football headed love god breathtaking and he's here in her favorite bar go figure, finally her cognitive functions are restored and reconnected with the rest of her body.

"What brings you to this part of town?" she question

He smiles and again it's like he's privy to some secret it is so disconcerting, taking a deep breath trying to keep professional facade knowing she can do this, and remembering she was here with another set of females

A slight frowns mars Arnold's rather lovely brows "you think i can steel you away from hi ladies"

The other ladies looked to him with amuse and thinking he's some greek god

I guess I'll be right back" as she waves

"sure you will" Rigby spurted

Trying for nonchalance as she comes follows him over to the remote end of the bar, but concentrating hard on not falling over her own feet, her legs are suddenly the consistently of jello, so glad to have worn flats instead of heels tonight, taking a seat Helga glances up at him and regrets it almost immediately damn he was so handsome,

"After you" he murmurs, gesturing with his long-fingered beautifully hand and pools a stool out for her.

With her heart almost strangling her because it's in her throat trying to escape from her mouth, taking a seat beside him and from a very tiny, underused part of her brain probably located at the base of her medulla oblongata near where her subconscious dwells, come the thought: maybe it was fate and that there is a reason they are both living in working in the same city, she had to dismiss that thought immediately.

This beautiful creature of a person with a job that contains him being gone all the time whose always felt had power over her, the idea is preposterous and kicks it out of her head, her subconscious sneers at her loud, proud and pouty, flushing at her foolish wayward thoughts.

Arnold knowledges and his lips quirk up in a half smile as he gazes at her, his fingers trail and brush with hers very briefly and the current is there again, zapping through as if she had touched an exposed wire, gasping involuntarily as if she feels it all the way down to somewhere dark and unexplored, deep in her belly, desperately Helga scrabbles around for her equilibrium.

"Could i get a martini please" flagging the bartender, her voice husky and breathy.

Arnold's eye widen slightly "make that a double" he copied

Helga ducked her head down to hide her recurring blush and stare straight ahead focusing on the glowing blue bottles of tequila, the bartender came with the drinks, with her trembling fingers picks up the glass aware of green eyes are on her, dare not looks at him instead takes a giant gulp, could she not feel anymore self-conscious?

Arnold's sculptured sensual lips curled in amusement, she tries not to look at his mouth but orders another martini, she tries to dismiss the unwelcome image of him without pants along with no underwear, he ignores her inquiry.

"How's the article coming along"

He's finally asking an easy question away from the innuendo and confusing double talk, a question she could answer she grasps it tightly with two hands as if it were a life raft, and goes for honesty.

"It's coming I just decided to make something up and very happy with it" she confessed

"why would you do that and what did you write about my organization?" he questioned

"I said good people doing goos deeds" downing her second martini before ordering another round.

"uh huh"

"well it's not like i got an interview"

"You still can"

"I showed it to Liz and she's fine with it"

"but it's not our words it's yours"

"well if you hadn't been so touchy and not wasting my time I would've gotten something a shot of tequila please"

"Is this is what this is about?"

"I mean what is it with you and hugging it's fucking creepy"

"okay i think you've had enough"

"look i came here to be with my friends not hang around and get lectured by the saint the football" taking back the shot before presuming to her third martini"

"that's it we're out of here" standing

"I'm not going anywhere with you"

"I'll be the judge of that" and with that he pulled up on her over his shoulder

"WHAT THE FUCK PUT ME DOWN?"

Walking over to Andrew and Carrie with Helga beating him, "I got to go guys"

"You going be okay"

"sure" with that went over to her friends table

Liz getting up "is everything alright" crossing her arms

"everything is fine I will i have her back safe and sound do you mine driving my friends home" pointing to the bar

"you better" as she walks up to the bar to Andrew and Carrie were sitting "I guess I'm your ride" she proclaimed.

"ALRIGHT HELGA!" Rigby yelled

Liz had gone over to the bar to where

with that he was out the door with the future mother of his children, coming out giving the valet his card waiting with Helga still banging on him, thought was he was immune to ole betsy.

Before he knew it the valet came up in his car a Lincoln MKZ for a young single you would think he have a two seater but he liked the way the car looked, placing her in the passenger seat and strapping her in, runs around to his side gets in, looking over she's still squirming , runs a hand through her long soft blonde locks, her eyes are partly open and he puts his seatbelt on and they were off down the street.

"I'm not sleeping your bed" she protested

"It's up to you" as he continued driving.