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. :)

When Grant enters his bedroom you are already with your clothes on.

Grant brought your shoes and your purse and he hands them to you. "Sorry about this... Doug was called to fill in for another actor tonight..."

"It's ok." You smile as you put your shoes on.

"Well... I also told him you are the one here with me..."

You stare at Grant or a moment. "What?"

"He won't tell anyone. And it's better this way... We can see each other here without having to worry about him." He wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you into his arms. "Don't worry."

"Can you really trust him?"

"Sure. He won't tell. He understood." Grant kisses your lips softly. "Now do you want to have breakfast? I can make you breakfast. Say yes." He pouts.

You shake your head chuckling. "You can't do that. I can't say no to that face."

"Good. That's what this face is for." He smiles teasing you.

"Oh, stupid!" You giggle. At that moment your phone starts ringing in your purse. You pick it up and you see it's Nate. "Oh fuck, it's Nate. He's probably worried I didn't spend the night home or called with news..."

"Nat!" You greet him as you answer the call.

"Ha! Finally! I was getting worried. I called you a couple of times last night and you didn't answer, so I sent a text and you didn't answer too... And you didn't come home or said anything... I was seriously getting worried. Are you ok?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Sorry I didn't say anything. I haven't checked my phone since last night before you called... But I'm fine. I'll see you later at dinner, ok?"

"Ok...Hey, are you with Grant?"

"What?"

"You two were going to the premiere last night..."

"And we did... We'll talk later, ok?"

"Ok... See you then. Take care, sweetie."

"I will. Thanks."

You look at Grant and he's looking at you with a smirk. "Maybe you should tell him too. Isn't he your best friend? And you guys live together so..."

"And then before we know, the entire LA will know about us... I don't know."

"I think you should tell him."

"So I tell him. What then? We meet in secret at my place or here at yours? Is that it?"

"For now. I wish it didn't have to be that way but it has for now. I'd rather have you this way than not have you at all." Grant pulls into his arms again and hugs you tight.

You relax immediately in his arms, all your worries and concerns fade away almost like magic. "Sorry if I'm overthinking it..."

"It's ok. I understand. Tell you what, I'm gonna make us breakfast, ok?" He caresses your hair.

"Ok. Thanks." You smile at him and he leans to kiss you.

"You're sweet." He says with a smile.

You giggle. "Not as much as you are, that's for sure..."

Grant chuckles. "Maybe, but it's been so nice to know you outside of your professional shell... On the first day I met you I can honestly say that I was intimidated by you..." You laugh at his comment and he continues with a grin, "Don't laugh. I was. You were so bossy and stiff and serious... But then the next day we had that breakfast and I was like... Oh, she is nice, and fun and your whole speech of how cheating should be punished by death..." You both laugh and he carries on, "well, then we met at the bar two nights ago and boom, I knew I was in trouble..."

"In trouble?" You ask amused.

He nods. "In trouble. I knew then that you had no boyfriend, I got to know more of you and I knew then that my promise of staying away from girls was gonna be almost impossible to keep. After that you already know what happened next day, that is, yesterday. I wanted to make you a little surprise so I brought you the cake and then I began to realize that I wasn't indifferent to you too. I was sure when we were at Nate's, when you stormed off the room. It could be just physical but it was something."

You look away embarrassed. "And I thought you didn't realize..."

"How couldn't I? The moment I got over you, you were all shaky and nervous and flushed and anxious and tense... The only thing to do was to pull you to my arms and kiss you. And you didn't complain..." He smiles cheekily.

"I didn't... But I was so mad at myself when you were away at the audition. It was... insane."

"Mad?"

"Yeah, for kissing a client like that. I still think I'm insane doing all this. I don't know... I can't explain, this is not really me or something I would ever do and yet here I am..."

"If it helps, this is not me either... I don't ever recall getting this... intimate and close to someone in less than a week."

You sigh. "I just hope we're not doing a mistake..."

"We aren't. Come on, a little food will relax you and brighten your spirit." He smiles sweetly.

Infected with his smile, you smile too. "Food, uh? Right. As long as there's also coffee..."

Grant laughs. "You're talking to Mr. Coffee here, of course there's coffee. Come on." He grabs your hand and leads the way downstairs.

Once downstairs you pass by Doug in the living room.

"Hi!" He greets you in a friendly way. "How are you?"

"Hi..." You say a bit embarrassed. "I'm fine, thanks."

"Sorry I wake you two... Grant usually wakes up early... I didn't know he had company..."

"It's ok..." His words make you blush a little.

Grant comes to your help. "We're gonna have breakfast now. Do you want anything?"

Doug shakes his head. "No, thanks. I ate already. Tell you what, I'm gonna go to the rehearsals now so you two can be alone, ok?" He smiles widely.

"You don't have to rush out like that..." Grant says.

"It's ok, I still have a lot to rehearse so... This was all short noticed and I wasn't expecting so I'd better get starting. No problem. I'm just gonna get some stuff from my bedroom... And don't worry, your secret is safe with me. Just enjoy yourselves, ok?" Doug winks at you and Grant and he goes upstairs.

Grant giggles. "He's a bit crazy but he's a good friend." He wraps an arm around your shoulders and kisses your cheek.

"I sure hope so..." You say shyly.

"Don't worry. Come on, I'll make whatever you wanna eat now."

"Can it be you?" You reply instantly.

Grant bursts into laughter. "Me? You wanna eat me?"

"Well, just a bit... Never mind, just a stupid joke. I'll eat whatever you want to eat. I'm not picky and you know it."

"Ok..." He pulls you closer to him and he smiles naughtily, "what if I let you eat me just a little...?"

You grin amused. "Really? Just a little? That might not be enough..." Before he can answer you lean forward to kiss him. First you start nibbling his lips gently then licking them and finally you kiss him passionately.

You only pull apart when you feel Jett walking around both yours and Grant's legs.

Grant pants. "Jeez, I'm gonna let you eat me more often."

You laugh at his words and you pick Jett from the floor into your arms. "Hey, cute guy. Sorry I'm stealing your owner's attention..." You pet Jett's head and he seems to like it very much.

Grant shakes his head. "Unbelievable, even Jett is all smitten about you."

"Even Jett?" You smile raising an eyebrow. "Who else?"

Grant giggles a little embarrassed. "No way, that's a trap. Forget what I said."

"Ok..." You turn to Jett again. "You're not smitten about me, are you? You're just sweet and cute. Here, go to Grant. I'm the one making him breakfast." You put Jett in Grant's arms and you head to the kitchen.

Grant laughs following you. "Really?"

"Yeah. Just tell me where to find the things I need..."

About half an hour later you two are eating breakfast and just having a nice chat and getting to know each other better. From time to time you find yourself almost drooling at him. He's sweet and funny and smart. And because of your job and research on him you already know a lot about him so he's usually the one asking things about you.

"And here you are." Grant smiles.

"Yeah, that's right."

"Well, thanks for this. It was all great. I gotta have you around in the mornings more often to get breakfasts like this..."

"Well..." You blush.

He chuckles at your embarrassment. "Right. So, do you wanna do anything now or..."

"No, thanks. Sorry, but I promised my little brother I'd be having lunch with him, so..."

"Right. Your brother. He's fifteen, right?"

"Yeah, THAT age." You laugh.

"Ok, no problem. By the way, about tomorrow..."

"Yeah?" You remember Grant has a charity event to attend.

"Are you going with me?"

You smirk. "No... I wasn't supposed to go..."

"Ok." You notice he's a bit disappointed.

"Hummm... Do you want me to go?" You ask him, regretting your words the second after.

Grant smiles. "If you want to... I mean, at least it's work, we get to be together."

"Grant, it's a public event. If I go, I'm there as your publicist. Do you know what that means, right? It's not like we can be really together."

"Well, it's better than nothing. And after that we can come here and just relax and watch a movie..."

You sigh deeply. You seem to think for a moment and eventually you agree. "Ok, I'll go with you."

Grant grins. "Great. And this time I'll pick you up."

"Ok." You shrug with a smile.

"And then I'll have someone to take pics of me to tweet." He smiles victoriously.

You burst into laughter. "The funny part is that you are actually right. I'll take pics of you, tweet them, post them on facebook, whatever. After all it's..." Grant joins you and you both say at the same time, "my job!"

After some time of foolish laughter you finally say goodbye to him. He walks you to the door and instantly you feel his arms around your waist.

"Thanks for spending the night. I loved it all." His smile is irresistible.

"I loved it too." You say a bit coyly.

"Good." Right after Grant is leaning forward and kissing you. His kiss is soft and gentle and if he wasn't holding you, you wouldn't have the strength to stand on your feet.

When he finishes the kiss you could swear you had gone to heaven.

"Am I allowed to text you or call you?" He asks, staring deeply into your eyes.

"Sure, why wouldn't you?" You shrug with a smile.

"Good."

"Oh... Wait. Don't text or call my work phone if it's not about work, ok? I'll give you my personal number."

"Ok..." Grant takes his phone from his pocket and hands it to you. You put there your personal number and you hand back the phone. "So, this means I can call you for non-work stuff..." His smile is naughty.

"Sure..." You giggle.

"Great. Thanks."

"No problem. So, I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yeah."

After another long and passionate kiss you finally leave.