Delectable Temptations

“The cartoon Grinch. That’s a classic. I remember watching that in school for the first time,” Mike chuckled. “It was everywhere for the longest time,” he grinned. “So yes, that counts. And the Santa Clause is also a fun one. I think watching it again when I got older it all made a lot more sense what the point of the movie actually was.”

“I’m that good, My Dear.” Emilia humored him as her smile widened more. “Oh, you flatter me so much with deeming me your favorite female host. Has my head grown a little thanks to that compliment?” She asked her hands gracefully hovering over head pretending to measure her ego as she chuckled softly. “I figured. You’re a blessing Logan. Just gonna keep saying that to you. – Well, I don’t think she wants my money more like my attention. I sorta blew her off for her unnecessary rehearsal, she’s a bit of a perfectionist when she’s riding solo. Plus, I don’t think she trusts me behind a stove for some reason.So I’m just being a rebellious child I suppose, not following her game plan. But if she heard that the both of us were hiding from her I think she would demand some money for therapy without a doubt. So do you want to hide out as well or are you going to convince me to go see her and apologize?” She asked him with a soft chuckle.

Hearing him yell her name while she was within arm’s length of him caused her to close her eyes tightly and cringe. It was late, she was tired, and Logan…well he was loud any other day - but drunk Logan? He was even louder. “Hey, hey. I’m right here. Settle down,” she spoke in a hushed whisper. “What’s wrong?” Ignoring his laugh since she was more concerned with attempting to capture the massive tower that was his body, she was relieved when he seemed to regain balance and prance on in her apartment like he owned the place. To which she didn’t mind so much, seeing as how he’d been there enough times and she wasn’t one to be so uppity about those sorts of things anyway. When he told her that he needed a distraction, thoughts of the last time she was a distraction - and probably unbeknownst to him, he was a distraction to her - swam through her mind and the temptation was there and it was real. However, her self-control kicked in and she knew better. As much as she wanted to distract him in the best way, she just couldn’t take advantage of him in the vulnerable state he was in regardless of the fact that she knew waking up next to her again wouldn’t phase him. “Easy there, tiger,” she laughed, patting his chest as she walked past him to her kitchen, hoping he’d flop down on the couch so he wouldn’t stumble over something and hurt himself. “Let’s wake up first. Can I get you some coffee?” she asked, looking over her shoulder at him. 

“I wouldn’t call it fun it’s more like walking on hot coals for ten miles barefoot.” Mia laughed shaking her head, she was still annoyed about the recent activity her clients were doing but she chose to ignore it for the moment while she was with Logan. “So when are you gonna cook for me that’s my real question for ya.”

“Gremlins is accurate. That’s not bad, actually,” Michael grinned widely. “Oh man, that would be funny. Yeah, save yourself the trouble and skip it entirely. Stick to the classic. The other bad guys can never compete, honestly. It’s hard to get that kind of evil guy again,” he nodded. “What is your favorite Christmas movie?

Not hearing the voice she had expected, caused Emilia’s cheeks to slightly flush up as she raised her head up giving the man in the doorway a warm smile. He was quite the jokester but that’s what made him so charming she had to admit. “See, how good of a reporter I am? Dug up that gem just last night about you. Sorry about that, Logan. I’ve been hiding from the real Roxy most of the morning so I just figured my good fortune had run out. “ She apologized for the mixup with a soft laugh as she walked over to where he stood, arms open wide to greet him with an embrace. “ We do it for torture obviously and it obviously works. Haha, have you seriously been waiting up on me?” She asked, pulling back from the friendly embrace. “Long time no see, how’ve you been? I honestly have to ask, do you ever wake up looking not so perfect? I swear I’m never going to see you on a bad day, am I?” She teased.

“I don’t think there really is. It’s something that is just so… is memorable the right word here? Crazy!” Mike nodded. He laughed softly. “Well, they don’t do much justice to the first one, honestly,” he smiled. “I think you’re right. I know the last one had John McClain’s son and that just wasn’t as epic as it should have been.”

“Well if it isn’t Logan Wolf, guess my day has gotten a hell of a lot better now. How have you been?” She smiled widely at him.

 Theresa was a night owl, sure, but the hour that she heard banging on her door was at an hour that was uncalled for. Comfortable deep under her blankets and tucked into the softest of sheets, she wanted nothing more than to just ignore whomever it was at the door and go back to catching z’s. Then it repeated. Bang. Bang. And yet another….bang. Groaning she finally opened her eyes and reached over for her phone to see what time it was. “The fuck?” she groaned, forcing herself out of bed, knowing that the only way to make the noise stop was to address it. “For fuck’s sake. I’m coming. Keep your damned pants on,” she muttered while wrapping a robe around her slender frame and slowly making her way to the door. Once she heard the thick Austrailian accent on the other side of the door, she sighed. Not because she didn’t want to see him, but she had a feeling that what she was about to see wasn’t a state she particularly wanted to see him in. Regardless, she unlocked the door and pulled it towards her, eyes lifting to the man who looked as rough as he sounded. “To what do I owe the pleasure of being in the presence of such royalty?” she asked with a smirk, trying to keep the greeting light, allowing for Logan to open up at his own pace if he chose to, and stepping out of the way so that he could come inside.

Emilia had managed to get past the producer on today’s set that had been looking for her the past thirty minutes so her make-up artist had told Emilia to squeeze in a little more time in her dressing room to go over today’s cooking segment with Logan Wolf. She had forgotten the paperwork last night that she had planned on reviewing to be somewhat more prepared and not make a fool of herself on live television. It wasn’t like she was horrible in the kitchen but she just liked being prepared and able to handle whatever came her way. She was flipping over the last page of notes she had when she heard the dressing room door open, not bothering to look up Emilia started to pour out the apologies to the producer she thought had just walked in. “I’m sorry Roxy, I know you’ve been looking for me but I just needed a few minutes to myself…. Just let me wrap this page up and you can rip my head off then. Okay?” @loganxwolf

“The fact that it happens around Christmas makes it even better though,” Mike grinned. “I love the way you think, though. I mean, it’s so badass, no other movie can really beat it in the way that it was just altogether so good. The sequels are debatable.”

“Now that we’re already officially into Christmas season, I can officially sit on my ass for a day and watch Die Hard without anyone giving me a look,” Mike laughed softly, looking around. “What? It’s my favorite Christmas movie. I know it’s not really a Christmas movie but it’s just really really good.”

“Mm nope it’s martini time, you can’t force me to go out my feet bug. Now sit and unleash your issues I’m listening.” Mia shrugged holding her martini glass in one hand and giving her friend her undivided attention. 

The one time I decide to go to the bar and watch a game I forget to bring extra clothes with me and now I look like a sore thumb here. Lesson learned always bring a spare because this is what happened.

One week. it had been one excruciating week since Beth had up and taken his precious daughter and jet setted off to New York. Anger and resentment was fueled along side with his anguish over the fact. Amplified then by the fact that he decided to have a night of drinking to try and numb the pain of it all. Try, as in it only served to have him think of the two year old and what little time he’d gotten to know her before she was stolen away. Leaving a much bigger hole than he was prepared to handle. 

He wasn’t sure why but after roughly five hours of nothing but booze down his throat, the man had stumbled over to Theresa’s apartment, smelling just as disheveled as he looked, a hand beat at the door as his slurred voice rang out to echo in the halls. Uncaring of the godly hour he’d come and what sane people were actually sleeping. “Reese! Open up, will ya! It’s me~ The.. Ya know, charming prince of down under.”