Oh my goodness! Finally, right? I know, I know, I put this off for WAY to long! I just didn't have the proper inspiration! I tried and tried but nothing came to me. But it finally clicked! And now we have chapter seven! Hooray! (Perhaps you might want to go back and re-read Chapter six, first. I know I had to. :P)

Waking up that morning was not the most splendid thing to happen to Alice. At all. She was spread eagle on her bed, and herself and her clothes were sweaty from last nights sleep. Her eyelids were heavy, and each of Toby's barks made it seem like her whole apartment was shaking. A cold shower was the only thing that made her wake up, and remember what had happened.

What had happened. Last night. With Bruce Wayne.

No. No. No. She had not done that.

But Alice had. She hadn't gotten drunk, but she had been at least tipsy- she remembered that. She had asked stupid questions. The last few notes in her notebook were scribbles, and she couldn't find her voice recorder anywhere. Her head pounded with a headache as she swallowed some aspirin and got ready for work.

She hoped that Bruce Wayne was a decent enough man to keep this to himself. She didn't need a reputation of being (and she blushed, just thinking of her stupidity) the ditzy reporter that had gotten drunk and kissed Bruce Wayne. Although, Bruce Wayne often had women hanging off him. Maybe it wasn't such a big deal. It was a nice thought, but she knew that it was ridiculous. It just wasn't acceptable to get tipsy and ask to kiss Bruce Wayne. Not in any situation, especially when she was supposed to be being professional.

At work, nothing, nobody, was amiss. Alice was glad of this, no one knew what had happened in the previous twenty-four hours. She settled in, making the best of her day.

A hand rapped on the front desk, but Annie's eyes stayed glued to the paper she was writing.

"Just a second, please." She stated. She heard the man tip her name plate up to read it. He leaned over the desk.

"Anastasia?" He persisted, his voice giving her goose bumps. "Please. It's important." Annie sighed, and looked up. She dropped her pen when she saw him.

"Mr. Wayne…how can I help you?" She asked, growing stiff and a blush crossing her cheeks.

"I need to speak with Alice Huntley." He remarked. Annie nodded.

"I-I'll go get her." She stuttered, and quickly went down to the offices. She approached Alice's door, and rapped on it, dancing from foot to foot.

Alice sat at her desk, drowning in the task ahead of her, and the rest of her work. She sighed and pulled out her notes, and began to type away.

A few moments later Alice heard knocking on her door. She looked and saw Annie, and waved her to come in. She turned back to her computer as she entered.

"Alice, you need to come out here."

"Just a second, Annie, I'm working on something important."

"Alice…it's important."

"It'll have to wait! Just hold on!"

"Alice! I'm serious, you need to get out here right now." Alice sighed and turned to her.

"Fine. What is it?"

"Bruce. Wayne." She whispered urgently. Alice's eyes widened. It suddenly made sense why Annie had been so persistent. What was he doing here? She didn't want to talk about last night. She would probably drop dead if he had come to talk about that. She nodded wordlessly, stood, and followed Annie to the front desk. And there he was, standing silently, looking around.

Don't get me fired. Don't get me fired. She silently pleaded. Alice's heart beat fast in her chest as she approached him. She cleared her throat, and he turned around.

"Mr. Wayne. How can I help you?" Alice plastered on a smile. She folded her hands in front of her, trying to look as innocent as possible.

"It's nice to see you, Ms. Huntley." He began. Alice took his outstretched hand.

"It's a pleasure to have you here, Mr. Wayne. What brings you to the Gossip today? Did you have a question about your interview?" She stayed as professional as possible, all the while pushing away memories from last night that kept running through her mind.

"Thank you. Ah, no, I came to bring you this." He dug down into his pocket and pulled out a silver rectangle, which she recognized to be her voice recorder. She gratefully took it from his hand.

"Oh, thank you so much! I thought I had lost it for sure- thank you!" She spluttered. Relief washed over her. At least it hadn't gotten into the hands of some reporter.

"Not a problem. I would have had it sent to you, but I figured you'd need it. And I was on my way to Wayne tower, anyway." Alice nodded.

"It was very kind of you. Is there anything else I can do for you Mr. Wayne?"

"Actually, Ms. Huntley, I was wondering-" Before He could finish, Alice spotted Chris coming in the door carrying a large box. Seeing that he was struggling, she ran to open the door for him.

"Thanks, Alice. UPS just dropped off copies of the latest Gossip."

"No problem. You got it?" Chris nodded and continued on his way, giving Bruce Wayne a curious look. "Oh, Mr. Wayne, I'm sorry." Alice apologized. He nodded and walked towards her.

"It's fine. Have a good day, Ms. Huntley." Alice smiled, and opened the door for him. Once he stepped outside, he turned around.

"Ms. Huntley?" He called. Alice looked around to make sure no one was watching, and stepped outside. He smiled at her. "What are you doing on Friday?" Alice blinked and her cheeks flushed red.

"Uhm, I'm busy. Why...why do you ask?" She squeaked.

"Because I wanted to know." He revealed. "What are you doing?"

"I told you, I'm busy."

"Yes, but what are you doing?"

"That's really none of your business, Mr. Wayne." She countered.

"Why not?" He smirked.

"Well...it just isn't! Isn't it enough that I told you I was busy?" Alice looked down at the ground in embarrassment. A few people walked by and stared at them. "I should really get back inside."

"Come on. What's the big deal, Alice?" He took a step towards her, ad Alice stiffened at his use of her first name.

"Mr. Wayne, really-"

"Bruce."

"-Bruce, really. I just can't, okay? I...I have an appointment with my psychiatrist tomorrow. Happy?"

"With Dr. Crane?" Alice's head shot up.

"How'd you know...did I...?" He nodded. Alice flushed again.

"Great. Well, now you know. And I should really get back to work now. Goodbye, Mr...Bruce." She gave him a weak smile and turned to go inside.

"At least think about it!" He called after her. She walked inside, ignoring him. She breathed a sigh of relief to be away from him at last. It seemed that being awkward was a key quality of hers.

"What was that about?" Alice jumped at Daniel's question. She turned to her left, where she hadn't seen him a moment ago. She composed herself and smiled at him.

"What was what?" He raised an eyebrow at her."Oh, that?" she asked, waving it off. "That was Bruce Wayne. He gave me my voice recorder back. I managed to leave it at Wayne Manor last night." She held it up for him to see.

"Oh, nice! Hey, let's hear what you got!" He went to grab it from her. Alice backed away from him.

"Oh, uhm, I really have to get this stuff written down."

"Great! We can go to your office and listen to it!" He offered. Alice would have been delighted at this offer any other time if she didn't want anyone to hear the tape so badly.

"No! I mean...I just have to do this." She smiled at him. "Okay?" Daniel gave her a confused look, but nodded.

"Alright then...I'll talk to you later?" Alice nodded enthusiastically, then went on her way.

In her office, she played what had been recorded. It started out like she had remembered it, but grew anxious for the end. She sped it up, and listened.

"Do you want to kiss me now?" She heard her tipsy self ask. She groaned and shut off the recorder, holding her head in her hands. She didn't want to listen to anymore of her babbling, her making a fool of herself. Enough of that had already been done today.

Longest chapter yet? I think so! Thank you for reading, and if you have, for keeping with me! I honestly do feel kind of bad that this took me so long, but I'm pretty happy with it. R&R!