A/N Again the disclaimer. I do not know personally anyone mentioned. This is purely a fiction exercise. Also because English is not my native language you may have to excuse some mistakes I may write. That being said I hope you enjoy it. :)

Needless to say that after Grant left, even if he was not with you physically, he was in your mind all the time. You can't stop thinking about him and the kisses you shared. Even when you're talking to Stella, you're thinking about him and that just makes you feel guilty, extremely guilty. If she knew she'd be extremely disappointed at you, you're sure. You start to think that this was your entire fault. You let things get too personal, too informal. You should have maintained your strictly professional behavior and conduct.

After lunch you receive a phone call from Grant. Your heart skips a bit when you see his name on your phone screen. "Jeez, what now?" You sigh and wonder how you're gonna be able to keep doing your job correctly.

You pick up. "Hi..." You seem tired.

"Hi... Are you ok?" Grant notices your sad reply.

"Yeah, I'm ok. What is it?" You don't sound convincing at all.

"Hummm, sure? I... I hate to think that I'm the one making you feel that way. I'm sorry."

His words make you smile a bit. "It's ok, don't worry. It's not your fault."

"I know, it's the damn contract's fault."

"Let's not go through that again, please, Grant."

"You're right, I'm sorry. Well... anyway, I was just calling because Nate called me to say that he's coming to my house with the outfit... So I'm not gonna be at his workplace..."

You slap your own head. "Of course. He always does that so it's more comfortable to his clients. And I know it. My mistake, Grant, sorry. I was just so confused that I made a mistake saying you had to be at his place... See? See why there are such clauses in contracts? To prevent shit like this to happen. I'll meet you at your place then."

"Oh, it's fine. Don't worry. Really. I'll wait for you here then. At 6?"

"Yeah. Sure."

"Ok, see you then. And don't worry, it's all fine, really."

"Yeah. Thanks." You just wish it was 6 already.

"By the way... Did they save you a piece of the cake?"

Finally something that makes you giggle. "Yeah, they did. Don't worry. And everyone loved it. It was delicious. Thanks."

"Glad to hear it. Next time, it will be just for you and no one else."

"Oh. Next time?"

"Yeah. You'll have a cake just for yourself. I promise."

You find yourself smiling like a fool. "You don't have to but thanks."

"No problem, my pleasure." He's also smiling widely.

"Right. So... See you later." You say goodbye still with that foolish smile.

"See you."

You two finally hang up and you look at your computer screen. It's displaying a big picture of a smiling Grant.

You take a deep breath and you finish getting everything ready for the premiere. After that you go home to change your clothes and at ten to six you go to Grant's house. After all you live very close to him.

It almost seems ridiculous going by car from your place to his place. You hesitate between knocking on his door and just calling him on his phone to announce you've already arrived. Against what your prudent and logical self tells you, you decide to knock on his door.

The door opens to reveal a glowing, stunning, gorgeous Grant. You stare at him for a bit, he does exactly the same, staring at you.

"Oh... Hi... Come in." He finally speaks, a big smile on his face.

"Er... Shouldn't we... get going?" You stammer almost embarrassed. 'Jeez, put yourself together, girl, you're working.'

"We still have a few minutes... You're early." He smiles again.

"Yeah. By car it's like two minutes from my place to yours..."

"That close, uh?" He grins. "Come in." He steps aside to let you come inside. "You just missed Nate. He left about five minutes ago."

"And I can see he did a great job." You comment only to regret it the second after. 'Brilliant, just brilliant.' You think to yourself, ironically of course.

"And who did that great job on you?" He asks grinning, while looking pleased at you from head to toe. "Yourself?"

You nod. "Yeah."

"Well, not that you need much to look amazing..." He sighs.

You look around nervously, not knowing what to say. This is all sorts of awkward. How are you supposed to work, to have a professional relationship with Grant in these conditions?

Fortunately to you, Jett, Grant's dog, a toy poodle, appears in the room. And he's indeed too cute.

"Jett, buddy! Came to greet our guest? Good boy." Grant immediately grabs the dog and holds him in his arms. He tells Jett your name and adds, "see how pretty she is? Told you so. Now you can see for yourself."

You can't help but laugh at the whole scene: Grant talking to the dog like he's a person and the dog himself looking at Grant and then at you like he understood it all. You pet Jett's head softly and he seems to enjoy it. "Aren't you adorable? Yes, you are." You look back at Grant grinning. "He's so cute."

Grant nods smiling like a proud owner. "He is. Adorable. And he seems to like you. He doesn't let everyone pet him like that. At least not on the first approach..."

"Oh really?" You take Jett away from Grant's arms and you hold him yourself, while you sit on the couch. Jett doesn't seem to mind as he nestles on your lap and lets you pet him as you will.

"Oh oh." Grant giggles amused. "I think someone just fell in love..."

"Who did? Jett or me?" You joke, teasing Grant. And yet again you regret your words.

Grant raises an eyebrow and smiles cheekily. "Probably both of you."

"Yeah." You pet Jett for a while more then you put him softly on the couch so you can stand up. "Ok, I'd love to stay here with him but we need to go, Grant."

"I know..." He sighs.

"Come on, I know these type of events can be a pain in the ass, but it will be good for you." As you get closer to him you notice Jett's hair on his suit jacket. You extend your hand to remove it and after you do that Grant holds your hand.

You try to pull away but he holds it tight. Again you know you're getting into a trap and you know you don't have the strength to fight this. You look at Grant nervously and he just smiles resigned. "I know. I promised." He just pulls you into a warm hug and holds you tight.

You hug him back, enjoying his embrace. He caresses softly your hair and you just close your eyes for a few seconds. Then you take a deep breath and you pull away. You look at him with a smirk. "I'm sorry, Grant. For my behavior. This has never ever happened to me before. Getting involved with a client... So unprofessional and... I..."

"Hey, shsh, it's ok." He pulls you back to his arms. "It's not your fault. It's no one's fault. I wish we could figure this out..."

"There's nothing to figure out..."

He makes you look back at him. "There isn't? Do you think I can just keep a strictly professional relationship with you? Seeing you, speaking to you several times a week and do nothing? I can't. You can't imagine how hard it is for me to just control myself right now instead of just kiss you."

"Well, control it. You're not a teenager anymore. And you know me for four days. Next week you'll meet some other pretty girl and soon you'll feel the same way about her and forget about me, don't worry."

"Now that hurts me. I don't usually start kissing girls the way I kissed you for no reason. Nor I start kissing every pretty girl that comes across my way. It takes more than that. A lot more, if you must know." He seems truly offended.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it that way... I just... I don't know what to do." You say honestly. Deep inside you also know you won't be able to maintain a simple professional relationship with him.

Grant holds both your hands. "Look, I don't know either, but there some things I know. I know I don't wanna do anything that will cause you any trouble or worse, cost you your job. On the contrary, I wanna help you with that, I'll be an easy client to deal with, I will listen to your advices and do whatever you think it's best."

"Ok... And what do I have to do?"

"Trust me."

"Trust you?"

"Yeah, can you do that?"

"I don't know... I can try..." You shrug, not really sure where this is leading to.

"Ok, good. It's a start." He leans to kiss your cheek and you let him do it. "I promise you Jett won't tell anyone either." He smiles.

His joke makes you smile and you look at Jett who's looking at you both, again like he understood the whole situation. You pet his head. "Your dog is lovely."

Grant nods. "Like the owner."

You giggle amused. "Right. Let's hope he's not as self-conceited as the owner."

"He's just a little bit..." He pulls you swiftly to his arms again and, catching you by surprise, he pecks your lips softly.

You sigh, not protesting or saying anything.

"Ok, time to go. Shall we?" He smiles, while he pulls a strand of your hair off your face.

"Let's go." You nod. You say goodbye to Jett and finally you and Grant are on your way.