A/N Again the disclaimer. I do not know personally anyone mentioned. This is purely a fiction exercise. Also because English is not my native language you may have to excuse some mistakes I may write. That being said I hope you enjoy it. :)

It's almost 8 AM, Friday morning and you're waiting for Grant to meet you in the office so you can go to Nate's atelier. Of course this is was something that didn't require your presence at all. It was just some fittings to pick Grant's outfit for tonight's movie premiere and that was Nate's job. You could have perfectly told Grant to be at Nate's atelier alone. Instead you convinced yourself that you should go with him. 'After all it's not like I have any other client to worry about now...', you say to yourself almost like an excuse.

Joan's voice over the speaker interrupts your chain of thoughts. "Grant is here."

You grab your handbag and you meet Grant in the reception. You see him talking to Stella. 'Oh, amazing...' You smirk.

"Ah, here she is..." Stella smiles at you. You approach them and Stella continues, "I was here asking Grant how everything is going."

You smile a bit anxiously. "Oh, really...?"

Grant grins. "And I was just saying it's going great. No complaints so far. On the contrary." He winks discreetly at you.

You pray Stella didn't see that and apparently she hasn't as she's more interested in a box she's holding in her hands. "You must be doing a great job, Grant even brought us something to sweeten our morning. Red velvet cake! You're dangerous, young man. Not sure what my scale will say to this! Hhahah!"

You giggle at that whole scene.

Stella taps your shoulder. "Ok, I don't want to hold you, I'll let you two go to whatever you're going and I promise we'll save you a piece of the cake for when you come back!" She chuckles and disappears to her office, after handing the cake to Joan.

Grant pouts sweetly at you. "Sorry... The cake was supposed to be just for you... But then your boss showed up, she asked about the box... I had to say it was a gift for everyone here."

You shake your head amused. "It was for me?"

"Yeah, I've noticed you like your sweets..." He chuckles.

"Oh dear... Thanks, I suppose." You can't help but grin at his gesture of bringing you cake. "Shall we?"

"Yeah." He smiles.

"Red velvet, uh?" You comment shaking your head amused during the elevator ride to the garage.

Grant grins. "I'm sure you love it."

You nod. "I do. And I hope they do save me a piece or I'll be very angry."

"Oh, don't worry, if they don't I'll take you out to eat the cake myself."

"Oh, thank you." You smile entertained.

"You're welcome." He gets a bit closer to you as the elevator stops at a lower floor to allow some people to enter.

You find yourself leaning against the elevator wall and Grant immediately in front of you, each one of his arms around you, as he supports himself using the palm of his hands against the wall. If he didn't do that he would probably be crushed against you. Due to this closeness you immediately feel his scent. Then before you know it you start feeling your heart beating a lot faster. You find Grant looking at you with a mysterious expression. You quickly avoid his stare and you look down. You stop at his neck and top of his chest contemplating his freckles. Grant gets even closer to you and you involuntarily your hand rests on his waist like it's preventing his body from actually touch yours. Grant mutters a 'sorry' and you immediately remove your hand. Nonetheless a sudden tingling occurs through all your body and you pray for the ride to end quickly but it seems to last an eternity.

When you finally reach the garage floor you sigh in relief. You find yourself almost sweating even though today is a very cold day and your clothes are not that warm.

You take off your coat before entering the car. Grant is still silent but you can see him running his hand through his hair like he's anxious.

"So... Coincidence last night, uh?" You finally say to break the tense silence when you are already on your way to Nate's work place.

Grant nods, still with a mesmerized expression. "Yeah, indeed."

"Nate's place is close by." You inform him, trying to get back to the professional environment.

Grant finally looks at you since he got inside the car. "You could have just told me his address. There was no need to for you to spend your time taking me there. You're my publicist, not my driver. And don't talk to me about the contract..." He giggles.

"Oh." If you were someone who blushed easily you would be crimson red by now. "Well, I could but I didn't."

"Right. You wanna make sure everything goes perfectly fine as you planned." Grant teases, thinking to himself amused, 'adorable, sexy control freak.'

"Yeah, that too." You nod, relieved he gave you an excuse himself.

Five more minutes and you're at Nate's.

You and Grant enter Nate's atelier and after the greetings they start with the fittings. Nate shows Grant a few outfits, mainly suits, that he's picked for him and Grant starts trying them. Every time they ask for your opinion and you just nod in approval or shake your head in disapproval.

As Grant and Nate go on with the fittings you can't help but to stare continuously at Grant. Your eyes drift from his face to his arms, then to his torso and finally to his ass. 'Shit. Look at that... No, I can't look at that.' You feel like the temperature has suddenly risen. You take a deep breath and you leave the room.

You're in the lobby when fifteen minutes later Grant and Nate appear.

"It's done." Nate declares with a smile. "Ok, I'll see you later today then, Grant." They shake hands with each other and you wave a 'goodbye' to Nate.

Grant looks at you frowning. "You left the room so suddenly. Are you ok?"

You sigh. "I'm fine. Shall we?" You reply hastily, your heart beating fast. You feel like you've been caught doing something you shouldn't.

"Sure? You seem a bit... nervous..."

"I'm fine, I told you. Let's go. I'll drop you at the place of your screen tests. It'll be faster than if I take you back to the office and I don't want you to be late for that."

Grant smirks. "But my car is at your office..."

"I'll wait till you finish the tests. And then we'll go back."

"Oh. Are you sure?" He asks surprised.

"Yeah, I told you, you can't be late for that. Let's go." You can't even look at him in the eyes. You just want to get away from him but you can't. For professional reasons, as he can't get late for his audition and strangely for personal reasons, as you feel there's an invisible force pushing you towards him.

As you reluctantly start walking away Grant reaches for your arm and grabs it. "Wait."

"What?"

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing." You look away from him.

Grant keeps looking at you like he doesn't believe you and holding your arm. "Is it anything to do with me? Have I said or done anything I shouldn't?"

"No, it's nothing to do with you..." You look up to him and you find his beautiful eyes staring at yours. You pray for anyone to appear but no one does and you feel Grant getting closer to you. You can't seem to find any strength to move even an inch, instead you just feel that invisible force again, pushing you even closer to him, a knot in your stomach and your knees almost shaking.

His hand lets go of your arm and moves swiftly to your back on your waistline, pulling you even closer that your body is squeezed against his. "It's not?" He asks while he leans over to whisper the words in your ear.

His breath tickling your ear, his sweet scent intoxicating you, the feeling of his chest crushing against yours, his other arm encircling your waist as well... The second after you're dropping your handbag to the floor and wrapping your arms around his neck.

Instantly you feel Grant's lips on your neck, kissing it softly. You let out a low moan which makes Grant move directly to your lips. Without any warning his lips are locked with yours and you kiss each other passionately and eagerly. It doesn't last long, as the noise of people approaching makes you two pull apart quickly.

You're breathing hard trying to figure out what has just happened. All you know is that you had never felt such a strong desire like that before and all you wish is you were completely alone with Grant to carry on what you two had just started.

A man and a woman pass by, looking strangely at you and Grant.

You pick up your bag quickly and you notice Grant is all flushed, running his hand through his hair, breathing hard as well.

When the people are out of your sight you simply say. "We really must go."

Grant licks his lower lip before nodding. "We do."

You two walk in silence to the car and in silence you two remain for the fifteen minute drive. You're still with your mind blank, just trying to focus on the driving. Grant appears to be in the same state you are, just looking out the window.

When you park the car you simply say, "good luck. I'll wait here for you."

"Thanks." He forces a smile and gets out of the car.

When he disappears you just take your hands to your head. "What the hell was that? It was like I wasn't in control of myself... And neither was he, apparently... Fuck. What a mess." You touch your lips with your thumb remembering the quick but oh so intense kiss. His warm lips on yours, his tongue caressing your own after invading your mouth without even asking for permission, his hands holding you tight against him, your breasts crushed against his chest, the feeling of his bulge against your crotch... How could ten seconds leave you so mesmerized like you are now? And more important how could those ten seconds even happen?

Almost an hour passes by. Your breathing rate remains high and your heart keeps pounding fast as you're still going over and reliving the same ten seconds over and over again. When Grant comes back it feels like he was only gone for ten minutes and you're certainly not prepared to see him again as you are still all flushed and distraught.

A/N Even I am distraught with this chapter. Let me breathe.