#jon bernathal

You didn’t want anyone to know. You didn’t need a “she could get her job because she seduced her boss” tag on you. Frank respected that decision.

What he wasn’t expecting was the growing attraction he had towards you as the both of you had spent more time together.

Today was your turn to chose what to do for one of your many “fake dates”. Thing is, acting and reality was starting to become very muddled for you as well.

You don’t know where you got that courage from, but here you are: Your extremely good looking boss INSIDE YOUR HOUSE.

Despite the simple meal of rice, omelet and luncheon meat (you weren’t exactly what people call a good cook), Frank wondered how it would be like to have this life. One where his evenings didn’t involve engaging snobby business partners at high end restaurants.

You offer to wash the dishes and insist that he take a break at the sofa. As you finish the last bit of washing, you feel his presence behind you.

“Hi…” You squeaked out of nervousness at the close proximity. Frank only moves closer, sandwiching you between him and the sink. God, you were adorable.

Your brain was running at the speed of sound. But most importantly…. Why does he smell so good?

Before you can think logically, your body moves closer to him. You close your eyes, as he puts his lips on yours.

The rest was in a blur as he carries you towards your bedroom.

“Tell me if you want to stop because I don’t think I can.”

So you tell him to give the best he’s got with the same sultry look you gave at the very first “date” you had with him.

You don’t know how but this man has the stamina of a horse. The sun starts to peek into the curtains as you stretched your muscles.

Yeap. Definitely sore.

You turn around to see Frank still fast asleep. So as quietly as possible, you try to slip out of bed to the bathroom, only for his pair of strong arms to hold you back down.

“Good morning sleepy head.” You ruffle his bed hair affectionately. He gives you a grunt in response.

“Frank, let me go. I have to pee.” So Frank reluctantly lets you go.

He gets a little cranky when you don’t come back immediately and is about to get you himself when you walk into the room with two cups of coffee.

As Sunday morning slowly falls into place, the two of you enjoy your coffee together. Frank sneaks a look at you, wondering how things have progressed this quickly.

If someone told him that he fell in love with his employee that was supposed to be his fake date to get the media presence of his back, he would have told them to f8ck off.

The world does work in a strange way.

Giving in to his impulses, he waits for you to put your coffee down, kissing you on the lips. Yeah, he wishes time could stop at this very moment.