Author's Note: Sorry for the long wait. But it will be another week before I can update again as I'm just about to go into exams week, but I promise another chapter next weekend, and hope you enjoy this one. Thanks for all the amazing reviews please keep them coming as they remind me to carry on writing! x

Chapter 10

The weekend flew by far too quickly for C.C.'s liking and she soon found herself on the front steps of the Sheffield mansion on Monday morning. She rang the doorbell and waited the few seconds it took Niles to reach the door.

"Speedy service as always, Rubbermaid," she started with their usual morning routine.

"Well, we aren't all built with that incredible speed and agility you so often use to catch your prey," Niles threw back as he removed her coat.

C.C. had been driving herself crazy all weekend trying to figure out if he had read the book, and so had cooked up a small plan. She had found, in a very dark corner of her closet that was reserved for clothes very rarely used, a very tight extremely low cut shirt which she had long ago vowed to throw out but never got round to. If only she could get a reaction from him, maybe she could figure out if he read the book. And, boy- did she get a reaction.

Niles turned around from hanging her coat in the closet and his jaw practically left a dent in the wooden floor as he saw standing before him C.C. Babcock, in a black knee length pencil skirt and a skin tight white shirt that was so tight and so low cut he could just about see the black lacy bra beneath it.

"What?" C.C. asked starting to feel a little uncomfortable at the way he was staring at her.

"Do you really think that's an appropriate outfit for work?" Niles asked in a casual, couldn't- care- less tone, "I mean, do you really want to scare off all of your potential investors?"

"Well, I don't exactly see you heading for the hills!"

Niles turned to walk towards the dining room before mumbling quietly under his breath, "I wouldn't mind heading for those hills," . He walked through the door to the dining room, not noticing the blush that crept across C.C.'s face as she followed behind him.

"Careful I just waxed the floor in here this morning, it's a bit slippery." He warned her as she entered the room, he'd finally learnt his lesson from the last time C.C. slipped on a newly waxed floor and he was forced to care for her.

"Miss Babcock is here," he announced to the family seated at the table.

Everyone looked up to nod a general good morning in her direction and what they saw caused Brighton and Mr Sheffield to practically choke on their breakfast.

"C.C., don't you look smashing," Maxwell greeted warmly.

"Thank you, Maxwell," C.C. beamed, although slightly uncomfortable with the looks she was getting from everyone else, especially the boy, "It's Gucci"

"Well, why don't you try the other half of the shirt on too and we'll tell you how it looks," Fran spat bitterly, convinced that this was another one of C.C.'s attempts to get her husband's attention. Everyone was rather surprised when C.C. began to laugh.

"Nanny Fine, I've seen how you prance around in those short skirts- and you should, you have nice legs. Is it such a crime that I wear a shirt that shows off my best assets?" C.C. smiled at Fran across the table.

"Well, when you put it that way," Fran smiled back suspiciously, waiting for the punch line. By now Niles had dished up C.C.'s breakfast and was determined to not let C.C. know how much her outfit was affecting him. He set her plate in front of her, his position from above giving him a good view of her abundant cleavage.

"Well- if you ask me- when it comes to what you wear, wouldn't a gunny sack be breast," His entire face flushed as he caught his mistake, "I meant... wouldn't a gunny sack be best. Excuse me, I have a kitchen to clean."

He made a hasty exit from the room, well aware that all eyes were on him. Well, that settles it- he probably read the book...

"Niles," Maxwell's voice came through the intercom, "would you make us some tea, old man?"

"Of course, sir," Niles answered before turning to the stove to put the kettle on. Oh God, please tell me she's at least put on a sweater, he thought to himself. He'd managed to stay out of the office throughout most of the day, but the few times he had entered the office he felt like a bumbling idiot- trying in vain not to even look in C.C.'s direction as it made it profoundly easier to insult her appearance when he wasn't majorly turned on by it.

C.C. eyed Maxwell suspiciously, this was the fifth time today he had called Niles for some tea. On a normal business day Niles would be asked to bring in a tray of tea maybe two or three times and if C.C. wanted more tea in between she would go through to the kitchen to get it herself. It was almost as if Maxwell kept bringing Niles into the room for a reason. Although, she had to admit, she found it rather amusing the way Niles's face would turn bright red every time he entered the office. And it was rather cute the way he tried to avoid looking at her altogether.

Niles walked into the office, tea tray in hand, and glance in C.C.'s direction only once. Damn, He thought to himself, maybe if I turn the air conditioning up she'll get cold...

"Your tea, sir," Niles handed Maxwell his tea and he smiled gratefully in return, "Would you like some tea, Miss Babcock?" Niles asked without even looking in her direction.

"Yes please," C.C. got up from the loveseat to get her tea, thinking it might force Niles to actually look at her. Throughout the day C.C. made no effort to adjust her shirt as it slowly crept down, now exposing some of the lacy silk of the cups of her bra- something that did not go unnoticed by Niles. He held the cup of tea out towards her, trying very hard to maintain eye contact. C.C. loved having this effect on him and so when she reached out to take the cup she deliberately allowed her fingers to brush against his, causing him to flinch and the cup tumbled to the floor.

"Smooth move, Mrs Doubtfire," C.C. grinned.

"Just as well," Niles removed a tea towel from the tray, "we can't have the ice queen drinking hot liquids. Could you imagine the size of the puddle I'd have to clean up?"

"Oh, can it dust buster!" C.C. once again sat back down on the loveseat, although the contract she was pouring over before soon lost its appeal when she looked over to watch Niles clean the puddle of tea from the floor. From where she was sitting she had a fantastic view of his ass as he bent down to clean the mess. She never noticed how firm and perfect it really was. She had to desperately fight the urge to just reach out and touch it. Oh God, seriously? She thought to herself, It's Niles for heaven's sake! Alright just focus on something else. Anything else... Crap...

C.C. had looked away from Niles only to find Maxwell's eyes on her, an unnaturally wide, Cheshire Cat- like grin spreading across his face. Niles stood back up and placed the now soaking tea towel on the tray.

"Sir, is everything alright?" Niles asked, noticing the look on his friends face. C.C. shot Maxwell the meanest glare she could muster, but not even that removed the smile from his face.

"Oh, I'm perfectly fine dear boy," Maxwell now turned his attention to the butler, "Would you mind awfully getting C.C. another cup of tea?"

"No, thank you," C.C. hurriedly grabbed a pile of scripts and placed them next to her on the sofa, "I really need to get on with these scripts."

"As you wish," Niles nodded and exited the room, rather confused as to what he might have missed.

The day had come to an end and it was time for C.C. to head home. She was just about to grab her coat when she started frantically looking for her pen. It wasn't just an ordinary pen, it was gold pen that her father had given her for her birthday. It had been a strange gift to say the least, but never the less it was one she treasured. She finally remembered having it with her as they sat down for dinner so she headed through to the dining room where Niles was clearing the table.

"Niles, did you see a gold-" She had barely let out the sentence when she started to slip on the newly waxed floor. Niles, in an attempt to stop her from falling backwards, reached out and pulled her back up, however he did so a little too forcefully and ended up losing his balance- falling back onto the hard wood floor, C.C. landing on top of him, his head hitting the floor with a loud thump.

"Oh my God, Niles are you okay?" C.C. pulled his head up try and see whether or not there was any significant damage to the back of his head. By the time Niles had realised what had happened his face was pressed firmly against C.C.'s breasts as she tried to examine the back of his head. Something that his body took absolutely no time to respond to.

"Miss Babcock," Niles croaked as his throat became unnaturally dry, "would you please let go of my head."

C.C. lowered his head to the ground, still unaware of the effect she was having on him.

"Are you okay?" she asked once more.

"I'll be just fine. Now will you please get off of me?" He asked a little more harshly than intended.

C.C. moved to get up by first pushing herself up with her hands so that she was now effectively straddling him and let out a small gasp as she felt his arousal beneath her.

"Niles?" she looked down at Niles who had, at this point, adopted the 'if I can't see her, she can't see me' philosophy and had closed his eyes. She lowered herself down so that her hands were once again placed on either side of him, exposing as much of her chest as she could, "Niles, look at me." She ordered.

"No," Niles shook his head. It took all of her will power not to laugh at how adorably childish he was being.

"Niles, will you please just look at me?" He reluctantly opened his eyes and moaned loudly at the sight before him.

"You're going to hold this against me for the rest of my life, aren't you?" Niles asked with great discomfort. C.C. let out her trademark sultry laugh.

"Oh, hell yes," she responded grinding her hips into him, causing him to let out another involuntary moan.

"Witch!"

Just then the door to the dining room opened and the room was filled with a loud, "OH MY GOD!" as Fran hurriedly backed out of the room.

"We eat in that room!"