AN - So I receive some email requesting more to the story and this is what I came up with. I hope you like it. Thanks for reading

Olivia didn't picked up his call the next day. The debrief of the event was very awkward with Abby wanting to focus on new leads and Olivia preferring to talk about what went wrong. In the end, she had to insist on being heard and pulled rank. This led to some unease with the other members of the team.

'Mommy and mommy are fighting' from Quinn got everyone laughing again but she didn't care. She needed the consultation and the contract process tighten. It was her reputation at stake.

The first call came in at noon which she ignored, followed by a text at 2pm simply saying 'You are scared'. That was ignored too.

As she settled into her sofa to Netflix and chill without the necessary companion, she briefly considered calling him but dismissed it immediately. Recalling how he spoke to his date she knew she didn't intend to be a notch on someone's bedpost. And why was she thinking about him anyway. She decided to cook something to distract herself. That was how she spent her nervous energy, cooking.

Jake stood in the middle of his bedroom staring at his phone. He hadn't pursued a woman in ages and wasn't sure why he felt the need this time. He'd come from almost nothing into a leading figure in real estate in DC. He wasn't exactly an A-list celebrity, he had his privacy but he was never short of admirers. He never promised anything and most woman he dated were forward enough to try and stake their claim for a shot at whatever spotlight he may have. This suited him fine, with nothing to lose he enjoys the company of supermodels and some high-level executives until they realise he studiously avoided the limelight and he was honest about not seeking a permanent relationship.

He wasn't sure why, but he wanted to spend more time with the caterer. No one had laughed at him in a while. Most people were indebted to him and spent their time saying yes and how high to him. Even the female CEOs he dated tended to defer to him when they ruled the roost in their professional world.

So now he was wondering how to gain her attention. And though he suspected something ostentatious will backfire, he wasn't sure what will work. A phone call and a text was two steps too many for him, slightly embarrassed he left his phone for files he needed to read through on possible acquisitions.

Meanwhile Olivia had turned what started as a simple meal of chicken pasta into a full-blown feast of mushroom stuffed chicken, cheesy pesto pasta, a selection of honey roasted vegetables and two different cheesecakes. She stood back and surveyed her kitchen.

'Yep this is textbook nervous energy' she mumbled to herself.

'Ok, ok' she conceded to herself, she was bored and intrigued and the feel of his lips still lingered on hers.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She marched purposefully towards her phone and aimed it at the mess of her kitchen.

Click.

And before she changed her mind, sent it in response to the text.

'A pair of hands needed, meals will be provided!' She squeezed her eyes shut as she waited.

Jake heard the ping and glanced at the clock, 6:15pm. And wandered over to the phone and read it. His brow furrowed in slight confusion, he couldn't understand the words for a minute and re-read the message.

The sound of a second text coming broke his thoughts. 'Are you scared of a little hard work?'

Definitely not! He sent his response and walked into his bathroom for a quick shower. Two shirts, a t-shirt and a polo top strewn on his bed later, he settled on a brown t-shirt.

Olivia stared at the phone with one eye shut and the other open, exhilarated at the possibility of a great evening or an abrupt rejection her head tilted back as she held the phone away clicking to open the message.

'I'll work for food'. She dropped the phone and yelled out 'Oh my god, oh my god!'

'Shit, I have to tidy up'. Quickly sending off a text with her address, she returns to the kitchen. Pots, pans and utensils are loaded into the dishwasher. She gathers the wine glass and the used mug and hand washes them before glancing around the room for anything else out of place. Satisfied with the state of the kitchen and living room, she dashes into her room for a quick change.

Taken aback at how elated he was to hear from her, albeit to wash dishes, he looked at his phone again. Dupont Circle, not too far he calculated. His driver will not be needed, a cab will do. He left his penthouse apartment with a little bounce in his step to do dishes.

Olivia's bed was covered in clothes she had rejected as too formal, too flirty and too casual. Finally, she settled on white pants and white camisole. She was about to put her hair up when the doorbell went. One more glance at the mirror, she went to open the door.

He thanked the gods for granting him an audience with this goddess. Her face radiant, her smile bright and the pull he felt with her was comforting and disconcerting all at once.

After a few seconds of both of them drinking each other in, Jake broke the silence.

'Ready to start boss'.

'Please come in' stepping aside for him to enter.

Casting his eyes over the open plan living room and kitchen, he smiled in appreciation.

'What a lovely place but should I be concerned?'

Her nose wrinkled in confusion.

The kitchen seems very clean, sink empty. Have I been brought her under false pretences? Is my virtue safe?'

She bursts out laughing and he joined in.

'You can wash up after we eat'.

'This might be what she needs after all'. He looked and felt like he belonged and she wasn't afraid to be open to possibilities with him. 'Yes, she might even Netflix and chill tonight'.

Her smile broadening as they both move into the kitchen to set the table.