"Spend the night over," Jesse said before pressing his lips against Beca's, kissing her tenderly while playing with a lock of her hair between his fingers as they laid in bed.

"No," Beca eased out of the kiss then sat up. "I don't wanna make a habit out of it," she patted his cheek. "Plus, it's my first night in New York," she sighed as she looked around for her clothes.

"What's wrong with making a habit out of sleeping over?" he watched her wear her underwear.

"Clinginess," she glanced at him, hooking her bra. "Clinginess is what's wrong," she slipped on her jeans.

"You afraid I'd suffocate you?"

"I wouldn't say suffocate," she shrugged, wearing her belt.

"But that's what you mean," he got up and started to get dressed as well.

"Sorta," she looked up and eyed him as he aimlessly looked around for his shirt.

The room was dim but thanks to the street lights she could see. She reached for the light switch and turn the lights on.

"Dude, you need a haircut," she watched him as he buttoned his shirt.

"It's just sex hair," he tried to calm his hair.

"And you happen to have sex hair 24/7?" she made her way to him. He shrugged and continued buttoning his shirt.

"What, I don't see you for 6 months and you become Casanova?" she snorted.

"Don Juan," he jokingly corrected.

"Yeah, I'm sure that's the case," she nodded at his nightstand then patted his chest when he glanced at it. There were a lotion bottle and a tissue box on the nightstand.

"I'll get a haircut," he chuckled and turned on his heels, watching Beca step into the en-suite bathroom to use the mirror.

She hadn't worn back her t-shirt so he found himself staring at her before he joined her in the en-suite bathroom and stood behind her and saw for himself why she mentioned his need to get a haircut. He tried to calm his hair down but soon realized that he wasn't making any difference. He glanced at Beca who was doing damage control to her smudged makeup.

"You look fine," he assured her, leaning in to place a kiss on her shoulder.

"I look like I wrestled a squirrel possessed by a ninja assassin's spirit while dodging fireballs thrown at me by super Mario in a very humid room," she glanced up.

Jesse let out a small laugh at her words then said, "I should have turned on the AC."

"Yep," she sighed, giving up on her makeup. "You should have turned on the AC," she turned on her heels.

She held his gaze until he glanced down at her breasts before looking back at her with a hopeful look in his eyes.

"C'mere," she pulled him down to her, kissing him hard.

It was a hot June night. She was sweaty. He was sweaty. She wanted to shower and sleep but she wanted him more.

"You changed your mind about staying?" he mumbled, pulling away just enough to inhale some oxygen.

"Maybe," she cupped his face and pulled him down to her.

"You think you can be more precise?" he questioned, cupping her butt.

"Nope," she pressed herself against him.

He quickly unbuttoned his shirt as it was keeping him from feeling her skin against his and chuckled.

"What's so funny?" she asked pulling away and taking his hand before she started to walk out of the en-suite bathroom.

"We're worse than a couple of hormonal teenagers," he breathlessly said then pulled her back to him in a way she slammed into his chest.

"I'm usually not like this," she looked up and ran her fingers through his hair.

"Me neither," he cupped her cheek.

"One more round then I'm out of here," she helped him take off his shirt and tossed on the floor.

He gave her puppy dog eyes and she chuckled and leaned up.

"Don't get greedy," she said against his lips, laughing when he picked her up and pinned her against the wall.

"Just say stop and I will," he tucked some loose locks of her hair behind her ear.

"Okay," she leaned in and kissed him forcefully. "Okay, stop," she pulled away, gasping for air, and tried really hard to keep her expression neutral as she watched him put her down before turning on his heels.

"I'm messing with you," she took his arm and guided him to sit on the bed where she sat on his lap and brought his lips to hers. He fell back on the bed , holding her close to him.

They were passionately making out when they heard a knock on the front door.

"Probably a neighbor to complain about Bender," Jesse said when Beca pulled away.

"Bender started barking when they knocked- You should go check who's at the door," she got off of him.

"You go."

"Why? -Do you have a pen in here?"

"I have a huge hard on. - Look in that pile over, there's a pencil."

She walked to the pile of paper and picked up the pencil using it to pull hair up into a bun then tilted her head to look at the door when she heard scratching and the barking got louder as the person knocking the door kept knocking.

She walked to the door and unlocked it. Bender glowed at her then made his way into the bedroom.

"Your dog officially hates me," Beca watched Jesse pat his dog while unzipping his pants as it started to get uncomfortable.

"Nah," he patted his dog's back lightly, "my boy loves everyone, don't you Bender?" Jesse said in a funny voice before leaning and placing a kiss on his head.

Beca picked up Jesse's shirt from the floor and wore it as it was the first thing she found and wore it. She buttoned the shirt as she walked to the front door. Standing in front of the door, she took a deep breath before she reached and unlocked it.

"Hi," the neighbor greeted in surprise.

"Hello," Beca smiled at her.

"Is Jesse here?"

"Yeah, he's here. He's busy. Wanna leave him a message?"

"I just came to see if he was still up for tonight," she eyed Beca with a frown on her face. "I'm sorry, who are you?"

"Um, I'm a friend from L.A.," Beca informed her. It was getting late, it made Beca wonder about what kind of plans Jesse had made with his gorgeous neighbor on a Thursday night that he forgot to mention.

"L.A.?"

"Yep."

"You're Beca," the neighbor said in realization.

"How do you know my name?" Beca frowned.

"Jesse mentioned you. He didn't say that you were visiting, though."

Beca figured from the neighbor's tone that she and Jesse were friends.

"Hey Kate," Jesse called as he walked out of the bedroom.

Beca tilted her head to look at him, glancing at his junk. He took care of it- she thought, seeing that he no longer had an erection.

Beca stepped back and let the neighbor get in and closed the door behind her so that Bender wouldn't get out.

"What's up?" Jesse asked as he crossed his arms across his chest.

"We were supposed to finish watching Narcos," Kate reminded him.

"Oh, yeah, I totally forgot."

"I see that," she said.

Beca leaned against a wall and watched the neighbor then followed with her eyes to look at what she was ogling; Jesse's chest and probably biceps. He didn't have an athletic build but he was more or less toned. He hadn't hit the gym in a while and she noticed it the moment he took off his shirt.

"What show was that again?" Beca asked as she looked at Jesse and his neighbor.

"Narcos. It's a Netflix show about the Medellin cartel," Jesse answered her.

"Netflix. Cool," Beca straightened up, "Well, it was nice meeting you, Kate," she casually glanced at her watch then made her way to Jesse's bedroom to look for her t-shirt and shoes and leave.

"What's wrong?" Jesse asked when he walked in and saw how she angrily tossed his shirt on the bed.

"Jesse, your friendly neighbor is waiting for you at the door so that you'd watch Netflix and chill together."

He stood still puzzled at her tone. She sounded mad but not really mad. It was weird. He watched her as she walked around the room looking for her shoes and t-shirt and wearing them in a hurry before she walked into the en-suite bathroom.

"I told her that I'm busy and canceled our plans," he made his way to the en-suite bathroom. "Wait, are you jealous?" he asked knowingly when it hit him.

"I am not jealous," she scoffed and walked past him after fixing her hair.

"You are and you shouldn't be because I've tried for six long months to forget you and it didn't work," he pulled her into his embrace and hugged her. "I have no interest in Kate or any woman that isn't you," he placed a kiss on her head.

"But she's very interested in you. And don't you dare say you didn't notice how she looks at you."

"I have noticed," he pulled away. "Remember when I called you in the middle of the night two weeks ago?" he asked.

"Yeah?"

"I told you that I almost hooked up with a girl," he reminded her and watched as she nodded.

"Her? You almost hooked up with her?"

"Yep," he nodded, "I was really drunk and she was throwing hints at me and I just couldn't do it," he shrugged. "Instead, I went home and woke you up, for which I apologize again. I know how much you like to sleep," he let go of her and picked up his shirt and wore it.

"How far did you go?" she asked quietly.

"Huh?" he looked up as he buttoned his shirt.

"How far did you and your neighbor go before you decided not to sleep with her?" she ran her fingers through her hair. "You don't have to answer me if you don't want to," she shrugged and looked away from him.

She had no right to question him. He was free to do whatever (and whoever) he wanted. They weren't together.

Jesse sat down on the bed and rubbed his hands together, "well, we were watching Game of Thrones and we decided to play a drinking game they made for the show, and that she found on Buzzfeed. We got trashed. She made a move. I turned her down and left."

"That's it?" she said in surprise.

"Yeah," he nodded.

"You didn't even kiss?"

"She just put her hand on my crotch and I took her hand and removed it. That's the furthest it got, I swear," he watched as she made her way to the bed and sat next to him.

"I promise that I'm not the jealous type," she chuckled humorlessly.

"I know you Bec, you don't have to tell me. And even if you were, it's cool," he shrugged, taking her hand in his. He interlocked their fingers then brought her hand to his lips and placed a kiss on her knuckles.

"Well," she exhaled, "it is getting late."

"You gonna leave?"

"Yeah," she nodded.

"I'm dropping you off."

She was going to argue that she knew how to get to where she was staying but decided not to. He was being caring and sweet.

"Okay," she smiled at him.

"This is where you're staying?" he said when they reached The Bliss hotel.

She nodded, "until I get an apartment."

"You're the director of A&R, they should have booked you at a better hotel," he stopped walking.

"It's all right. And, I'm new at this. Not like I'm famous or anything. I mean, my boss wasn't sure about promoting me in the first place," she smiled at him.

"You gonna kick ass at this job," he cupped her face.

"Head of A&R is basically a record producer but with more responsibilities," she shrugged off the anxiety of her fear of failure.

"Yep," he leaned in and kissed her. "Good night," he smiled at her pulling away.

"Night," she watched him as he walked away and felt a knot in her stomach tightening. She knew that reason behind it was her not mentioning the length of her stay in New York City. "Fuck," she murmured. "Jesse," she called.

"Yeah?" he turned on his heels, arching his eyebrows.

"I love you," she said and he grinned stuffing his hands in his pockets before replying, "I know," and turning on his heels.

She couldn't bring herself to tell him that she was planning on leaving. She blew a breath and started to make her way towards the hotel's entrance.

She was selfish and she knew it.

After a long shower, she got dressed in comfortable clothes and pulled her laptop and started it planning to go over her work schedule.

She didn't get why Arthur, the director of A&R at the California branch office, recommended her for the same position at the New York branch.

She worked under his direct supervision on the last album she worked on, the album that she produced on her own. He didn't assign anyone else to work with her. She felt like he was testing her by giving her the opportunity to produce the whole album. She worked hard and lived up to his expectations.

As a head of A&R, she was going to do more than make music. She was going to find talent and sign them. Figure out and pick which music producers, songwriters, and other professionals from their business that were going to work with the new talent under her supervision. Help the discovered talent create better music, teach them ways that will make them better musicians, sharpen their skills, mentor them… It was a lot of pressure. She had to perfect her job because Arthur believed in her. He saw that she could do what he did and she wasn't going to disappoint him.

Beca blew a breath as she eyed her schedule. First days always sucked for her (and a good percentage of the human population). She wasn't a people person and she had a strong feeling that the fact that she was going to boss a lot of people around was going to be difficult.

She shut her laptop and laid down, closing her eyes.

"I can do this," she confidently said to herself.

AN: What d'you think, will Beca suck it up and tell Jesse? Will she suck at her new job?

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