Gracie Jo awoke the next morning to her phone vibrating it's alarm under her pillow. She tried to move her arm, but discovered it was dead asleep, pinned between his arm and waist. His. Shit. The night before came flooding back, and instantly she hoped she hadn't offended him by falling asleep while he was talking, making him think he was boring. She squinted her eyes and mentally smacked herself on the forehead. But she couldn't really touch her forehead, as it was attached to his. Her eyes widened as she took in his sleeping features. His hair was even messier than usual, pleading with her fingers to run through it and right it. His long eyelashes grazed his high cheekbones. His straight nose, full lips parted slightly. His chin, strong jawline, and a little down his neck was covered in stubble. Her breath hitched as she watched him sleep in her bed. When she felt him stir, she closed her eyes and pretend to stretch. She opened her eyes again to look at him, and saw he was awake, his gray blue eyes watching her. She smiled, then lifted the edge of the sheet up to her nose.

"Morning," she said with a smile.

He rolled his eyes. "Morning," he responded with a smile of his own as he looked at the ceiling.

She pulled her limbs back, her legs tangled in his. She sat up and looked down at her naked form, instantly wanting to cover herself, but she resisted. She climbed out of bed and dashed to the bathroom, ran her hands through her hair, wiped her smudged mascara, brushed her teeth and used the toilet. At the door, she slowly sauntered towards the bed, silently praying she wasn't making an ass of herself. When he smiled at her, she felt a weight off her shoulders. He sat up, tossed back the covers, rounded the bed, and as he passed her, he gripped her waist gently and kissed her quickly on the mouth on his way to the bathroom. Okay, she thought. She looked at the clock, and saw it was almost six thirty am. She went to her closet and flipped through the hangers, looking through her clothes. Suddenly there was nothing to wear. She heard the door open again, and he came to stand behind her, his hands on her hips, his erection announcing its self between her ass cheeks. He ran his fingertips up the dip of her waist, then back down over the curve of her hips. She couldn't stand it anymore. She dismissed the hangers and turned to face him, winding her arms around his neck, their naked bodies flush against each other, chest to toes.

"It's late, and I need to get to work," she said quietly, brushing her lips against his. "What about you?"

"I don't start till noon. And you're the boss," he responded, insinuating he wanted her to go in late too, with that playful grin.

"I guess I could be a little late," she said, rising up on her toes to kiss him.

After two more attempts at dressing- when Rob would prevent her from getting her underwear on all the way by slipping his hand between her thighs, leaving her a boneless puddle on the edge of the bed, or when she tried to get her purple fitted dress down over his hands massaging her breasts, which again led to her being a puddle- she finally had to swat his hands away and make him keep his distance so she could finish dressing. He was back in his jeans and black t-shirt, watching her patiently, a smug smirk on his face. She went into the bathroom and quickly braided her hair over her left shoulder, then reached for her mascara and leaned over the sink to apply when she saw Rob enter the bathroom behind her, placing his hands on the counter top on either side of her, caging her in. He began trailing kisses from the end of her right shoulder and up to her neck, to nibble on her earlobe. She grinned at him in the mirror, paused with the mascara wand in front of her left eye.

"You don't need that, you know," he said, sucking on her ear. Releasing it, he continued. "You're beautiful enough." His lips made their way back down her neck.

"Thank you," she said quietly, but proceeded to apply the mascara, lengthening her lashes as best she could. Her hand was slightly unsteady. She got a little on the outer corner of her eye when his mouth changed course- instead of going back up her neck, he continued across to her other shoulder. She wiped the mascara from her skin, trying her damndest not to smear it and began with the other eye as his mouth came back towards her spine. She was nearly finished, when his movements kicked up a notch. She felt his tongue slide down the top of her spine. She had to stop, resting her tired hand on the counter and try to catch her breath. With a heavy breath, she finally finished what she thought had to be the longest application of mascara ever, put it away, and turned into him. She cupped his face and searched his eyes, which were glowing and playful, a smile twitching his lips.

"Just what exactly are you trying to do Mr. Pattinson?" she asked, a smile in her voice.

"I can't keep my hands off you," he confessed. And if to prove his point, his hands left the counter to hold her hips, skim up her body to her arms, then return to settle on her hips. "You're gorgeous, intriguing, caring and sweet. Successful in your own earned right, and did I mention gorgeous? I want to get to know you," he told her quietly.

She couldn't help but grin. "Well," she said with a sigh, "I'd think we'd have to talk more than screw to do that," she told him.

He returned her grin with his own. He leaned in and kissed her softly, then rested his forehead to hers when they needed to breathe. "True," he agreed.

"But right now, I need to get ready to face the paps and go to work," she sighed.

"About that. I want to come with you."

Her eyes went wide. "I- I don't know if that would be such a good idea, I mean, wouldn't that just fuel the cameras even more?"

"It would, but I'm not going to let you face this completely alone. It was all of us in there, and if it comes down to it, Kellan and I were the ones to initiate the situation-"

"I don't completely agree with that, with what I was wearing."

"But if you had been at the stove or doing dishes and Kellan and I had been seated, I don't think things would be nearly as bad. He could have walked in on us at the pool and you'd be even less covered."

"But that's part of it- I wasn't even supposed to be interacting with you as much as I was, let alone in what I was dressed in. Yeah I could use the pool, but when you guys weren't home. And to have Kelson see what he did, that's like two broken rules."

"But if it wasn't for us, you wouldn't have had the costume on in the first place. Let me help, please?"

"I appreciate you talking to Kelson, but for us to go in front of the press together? I don't know."

"Trust me," he said with a smile.

She studied him for a moment. "Alright. Let's go."

She chewed her lip nervously as they approached her restaurant. Catching on to her antics, some paps were waiting for her at her back entrance.

"Here we go," she murmured as she slowly made her way through the crowded parking lot, carefully pushing the people out of the way.

As she parked, she couldn't help but think of that scene in Twilight where Edward and Bella get out of his Volvo together for the first time and everyone stares. Only this time they had high powered cameras and microphones and were trying to sell her life story.

They opened their doors at the same time, and the cameras clicking sounded like rapidly popping movie theater popcorn there were so many. Questions were now shouted instead of loudly asked, and the crowd surged towards them.

Gracie Jo stood frozen by her door and waited for Rob to get to her as he fought his way through the people. When he finally reached her, he took her hand and stepped in front of her, shielding her from the crowd. The cameras went crazy and the volume increased another ten decibels.

"Rob! Rob!" they all shouted.

"Let me clarify something," he said to them. All the mikes and cameras were shoved into his face and the crowd went silent. "Whatever you've heard, let me set the record straight. Ms. Hughes here has been in employment under the studio that is producing this film for the three week duration of filming here in Atlanta. Her job description was to put her restaurant here on hold for those three weeks while she remained in the house where Mr. Lutz and I are staying while filming to serve as our personal chef, assistant if needed, and housekeeper. The evening in question, this past Tuesday, one of the studio executives, the one who had employed Ms. Hughes, came into the house and came across Ms. Hughes in less than professional clothing, and in a less than professional position. I want to add to the record that Ms. Hughes was not responsible for either, the clothing or position, as she was under request from Mr. Lutz and I. The remaining details will remain private, as you know all you need now. So with that being said, neither myself or Ms. Hughes have any further comment and you can find another more interesting story to cover. Thank you."

With her eyes wide, she was led blindly by Rob into the restaurant by the hand. The next thing she knew, she was in her office being pulled against him and squeezed tightly.

"Hopefully that will quell them for a while," he murmured into her ear.

"Thank you- I'm not an expert with rumors, I try to avoid them as much as possible."

"Sometimes that can backfire too, it gives them more to speculate."

She pulled away from him enough to see his face. "Thanks though."

"You're welcome." He glanced at the clock. "I have to get back to the set. Kellan would be here too, to help, but he's shooting so I'll take advantage." He cupped her face and kissed her gently. "I'll contact you."

"Okay." Letting go, she walked him out to the main doors of her restaurant. "Do you need me to drive you?"

"No thanks, I'll catch a cab, there are enough out here."

"Sure." They smiled goodbye and he stepped through the doors and disappeared. It looked to be less people out there already. With a sigh, she turned and went back to her office.

Gracie Jo made it through the rest of the day easier than yesterday, and it was attributed to Rob's attention to the press earlier in the day. She still hadn't heard from the studio's lawyers, which was a good thing.

A/N: The next chapter will be tomorrow! Decided I'll finish the story with the month, so the last chapter will be Wednesday. Thanks for reading!