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“Have you seen Misha?!” you demanded, out of breath from running around the entire damn hotel trying to find the one man you were responsible for.
The convention volunteer put her hands up in defense, the look on her face seeming to say ‘I have no idea, please don’t hurt me’.
You sighed in frustration, heading down the hall to continue looking and almost running straight into Jensen.
“Where’s Misha?” you asked before he could say anything.
Jensen chuckled, shaking his head. “In the green room.”
“Fucking figures. I was just in there,” you rolled your eyes, walking past him and making your way to the green room, hearing Jensen yell out a “good luck” behind you.
“Green room, green room,” you mumbled to yourself as you searched the hall, when suddenly a familiar voice rang out behind you.
“There’s my girl!”
You immediately turned around, recognizing the voice as Misha’s. Fighting to ignore the warmth that blossomed in your chest from his words, you stood your ground and gave him a death glare. “Where the hell have you been?!”
Misha merely smiled, walking up to you and taking your hands. “Where I always am when I don’t have a panel. The green room.”
Your shoulders sagged, your brow furrowing in confusion. “I overheard a fan say something about you running around the hotel naked, and I have been looking for you frantically ever since!”
Misha quirked a brow at you, a smirk spreading across his face. “So you were running around this hotel trying to find me naked?”
“Yes?”
“Sounds to me like you wanted to see me naked,” he grinned.
You could feel your cheeks burn hot. “In case you forgot, as your publicist, it’s my job to make sure you don’t fuck up your reputation. At least try to keep it classy, Collins.”
Misha rolled his eyes playfully, holding your hand and walking you toward the green room. You once again desperately tried to ignore the somersaults in your stomach from the contact, repeating in your head the same thing you always told yourself when he got close to you: It’s a professional relationship. Misha does not care for you that way. Misha is just a flirt. Move the fuck on.
You just hoped it wasn’t actually that obvious how in love with him you were. As difficult as it was for you, you had managed to maintain a professional working relationship with Misha for the past two years and counting. There was no way you were going to lose your job now by accidentally letting your feelings slip.
“You worry too much; my reputation is perfect,” Misha teased as the two of you walked into the green room.
“And who’s responsible for that?” you quirked a brow at him, a proud smirk on your face.
Misha chuckled. “My gorgeous publicist.”
“I thought you were his personal assistant?” Brianna suddenly walked up to the two of you and gave you each a quick hug. Misha let go of your hand then, and you internally scolded yourself for being disappointed.
“I’m both,” you explained with a smile.
“Hey, you three!” Richard suddenly interrupted, pointing to the three of you.
You, Brianna and Misha all looked up to see Richard sitting in the middle of a circle, along with Tahmoh, Rob, Matt, Kim, Osric, and Ruth.
“Come join us for a little truth or dare!”
“Oh good lord,” you mumbled, attempting to back out of the room before Misha took hold of your hand once more to keep you from leaving.
“Nope, you’re coming with me,” he stated simply, dragging you over to the circle with a victorious smile on his face.
You sighed, plopping down in the circle between Misha and Kim.
“So,” Richard clapped his hands, an excited grin on his face. “I’m assuming everyone here knows how to play, so we’re just gonna go ahead and start. Osric! Truth or dare.”
Osric pursed his lips in thought for a moment. “Uh…dare.”
A wicked smirk crossed Richard’s features. “I dare you to go interrupt Mark’s panel and walk up on stage shirtless.”
Everyone in the circle got excited and started laughing when Osric suddenly looked terrified. “I meant truth.”
“Nope, can’t change it, rules are rules. Let’s go!” Richard shouted with a smile, getting up from the circle and pulling Osric to stand up.
“I immediately regret this decision,” Osric muttered to himself, taking his shirt off.
“Hell yeah, Osric!” Kim shouted.
“Get it!” Brianna joined in.
You laughed as you watched them before glancing over at Misha, almost startled to find him staring at you. You couldn’t really decipher the look of his face as his eyes searched yours…a look of awe maybe, almost like he were looking at something very precious.
Suddenly, the sound of roaring cheers and high-pitched screams from the other room broke the two of you out of your trance, and you realized Osric was up on stage shirtless. You chuckled, watching him and Richard come back in the room a minute later, Richard looking victorious and Osric looking completely mortified.
“Next!” Richard began, looking at you. “Y/N, truth or dare.”
“Hmmm….,” you thought aloud. You always loved doing dares, not one to back away from a challenge. You were ready for anything Richard threw at you. “Dare.”
Richard tapped his lips in thought before his eyes landed on you. “I dare you to kiss Tahmoh.”
Your eyes went wide in surprise; you were definitely not expecting that one. You glanced up at Tahmoh, who was already looking at you, his eyebrows raised expectantly.
“I’m ok with it if you are.”
Everyone’s eyes were on you, including Misha’s. You briefly realized that you had never seen Misha look so tense; his jaw tight and his face completely blank.
You cleared your throat and avoided Misha’s eyes before giving Tahmoh a short nod. You knew Richard was never going to let you out of this one, and honestly, you couldn’t deny that Tahmoh was incredibly handsome. It certainly wasn’t the worst dare you’ve ever done. “Sure.”
You scooted towards him then, stopping when your knees were touching his. He gently placed his hand on the side of your neck as you both leaned in and kissed gently, his lips surprising you with how soft they were. You didn’t really know him very well, but damn, he could kiss. Your lips moved easily against his, and it wasn’t until several seconds later that Misha broke the two of you apart with the sound of his loud scoff.
“Jesus, I think that’s enough,” Misha barked, slightly raising his voice in irritation and surprising everyone in the circle.
Tahmoh cleared his throat awkwardly as you moved back to your spot, and you kept your eyes glued to the floor, feeling Misha staring at you. So much for trying to keep it professional, you inwardly scolded yourself.
“So…anyways….,” Richard awkwardly continued. “Ruth, truth or dare.”
“I must be the only smart one in this bunch. Truth, of course.”
“What color is your underwear?”
You huffed out a laugh. “What kind of question is that?”
“I don’t know! Truths are hard to make interesting, that’s why everyone picks dare,” Richard defended.
Ruth laughed before whispering, “I’m not wearing any.”
Everyone in the circle went nuts with laughter except for Misha, you noticed, who was staring intensely at his hands with a clenched jaw. What the hell was his problem?
“Misha!” Richard’s voice broke Misha’s trance. “Truth or dare.”
“Easy. Dare.”
“I dare you….to kiss Y/N.”
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
You immediately felt a jolt of adrenaline course through your body, your heart pounding wildly out of your chest. Kiss your boss? Kiss the man you’ve been in love with since the day you met him? You were terrified to look at him, not wanting to see what was probably a look of disgust on his face. He would not be ok with this. At all. You were his assistant. His publicist. Someone he merely worked with.
"Why are you picking on me today, Rich?!" you asked, trying to play it cool. Richard shrugged and gave you a sheepish smile.
Misha must have seen the terrified look on your face, because you suddenly felt a gentle and reassuring hand on your knee. “Y/N, you can look at me,” he said quietly, waiting for you to turn to face him.
You took a shaky inhale, willing yourself to look at him. Your eyes met his kind, warm and loving blue ones, and you felt yourself relax a little. He was actually ok with this.
He scooted in towards you, and you weren’t sure if you should be concerned from how fast your heart was pounding; at this point, you could practically feel it in your throat.
“Is this ok?” he whispered for only you to hear.
You couldn’t speak, so you nodded slowly, unable to breath as he placed both of his hands gently on your cheeks and began to lean in. He was so close now, your noses brushing as you shared the same air space. Your lips were just about to touch when—
“What the hell are all of you doing?” Mark exclaimed in amusement, startling everyone. “Misha, they’ve been waiting for you for the past five minutes. Your panel’s on now.”
You and Misha awkwardly pulled back from each other, and you could’ve sworn you saw disappointment flash across his features before he gave you a smile that you immediately saw through.
“Don’t have too much fun without me,” he winked, standing up and following Mark out of the room.
You sat there momentarily stunned at what just happened. You had a million thoughts racing through your head simultaneously, and you needed to get out of there and clear your head.
“I’ll be back guys,” you mustered up a smile as you stood up.
“You good?” Kim asked, looking concerned.
“Oh, yeah! I’m good, I’m just gonna go to my room for a little bit and relax,” you tried to reassure her, turning around and making your way to your room.
“What the hell am I doing,” you muttered to yourself as you walked into the elevator, pacing after the doors closed.
You suddenly heard the elevator ding, and the doors opened to reveal Jared, a big smile on his face as he recognized you.
“Y/N! Hey, how are you?” he asked, stepping into the elevator.
“I’m good, I’m good! What about you?” you replied, smiling at how friendly he was. You loved Jared; Besides Misha, he was always the easiest for you to talk to.
“Great! I heard some of ya’ll were playing some truth or dare,” he laughed, shaking his head in amusement.
“Yeaaaaah, it was something,” you chuckled awkwardly.
“Any crazy dares? Besides Osric, I saw that one.”
“Oh nothing really,” you tried to play it off as nothing. “I had to kiss Tahmoh, and Misha got dared to kiss me, but he got saved by the bell; he had to go to his panel before we got to it.”
You saw some sort of emotion flicker in Jared’s eyes for a moment, but before you could try to decipher it, it was gone.
“That so? Interesting.” He got weirdly quiet, and before he said anything else, the elevator dinged, his floor approaching. “I’ll see ya, Y/N.”
“Yeah, you too,” you said, furrowing your brow as you watched him walk away. What the hell was that?
Shrugging it off as nothing, you finally made your way off the elevator and towards your room, making a beeline to the shower.
You ended up spending almost an hour in the shower by accident. You were trying to take the time to clear your thoughts, but your mind kept playing the scene over and over again in your head.
Misha looking at you so warmly. Misha leaning in so close to you. Misha’s hands on your face, gently pulling you towards him. Your nose brushing his.
Stop it!
You groaned frustratedly as you grabbed your towel and dried yourself off. You were never going to keep your fucking sanity if you kept making up romantic fantasies with your boss. Maybe some distance from him would do you some good, help you actually clear your head.
And that’s when you got a text from Misha, letting you know that he and some of the cast were going out for drinks and wanting to know if you would join.
You bit your lip as you thought it over. You couldn’t give into him so easily; you refused to let yourself get heartbroken all because you couldn’t stay away from your boss.
Sorry, I’m super tired. Next time though!
Misha was quick to respond.
Please? I’d really love it if you came with us
Damn him. Why must he make this so difficult? You sighed, standing your ground.
Sorry. I’m just not feeling up to it tonight.
And with that, you turned your phone off, crawling into bed to watch some TV and take your mind off of things.
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“She said no,” Misha sighed, running a hand over his face before taking a shot. “Did I fuck this up?”
“No, dude, it was just a dare,” Jared reassured him, patting him on the shoulder. “Maybe she really is just tired.”
“Maybe. I don’t know. Maybe she just thinks this is a strictly professional relationship. What if she likes Tahmoh? You guys didn’t see it, I almost had to break them apart,” Misha rambled, shaking his head in annoyance as he remembered watching the two of you kiss.
Jensen shook his head. “It sounds like you were being really obvious, man.”
“Yes, I know that! My jealousy got the best of me, I don’t know what to tell you.”
“Dude, what did I tell you about a month after you hired her?” Jensen pointed out, a glass of whiskey in his hand.
“I don’t wanna hear it, Jensen,” Misha groaned, looking up at the bar TV.
“I said ‘I see the way you look at her, and you’re playing a dangerous game’. Didn’t I say it?” Jensen continued.
“Yes, Jensen. You said it,” Misha deadpanned, not in the mood to hear ‘I told you so’ from his friend.
“Look, why don’t you just go to her now and tell her how you feel?” Jared suggested.
“That’s a terrible idea,” Jensen grumbled.
“Why?!”
“Because she’s his assistant! They have a professional working relationship, and if she doesn’t feel the same, everything’s gonna go to shit,” Jensen explained, taking another sip of whiskey. “And Rob agrees with me.”
Misha furrowed his brows. “Rob? How does he know?”
Jensen rolled his eyes and chuckled. “Dude, everyone but her knows. You’re literally the only one that keeps their publicist with them almost 24/7.”
“Yeah, well, regardless, I think she feels the same. I see the way she looks at him,” Jared argued.
Misha’s ears perked up at this. “How does she look at me?”
Jared smirked. “The exact same way you look at her. I’m telling you, dude, just go to her.”
Misha bit his lip as he thought over what to do. He could lose you all together if you didn’t feel the same. But what if you did? He had to take that chance, he decided. You were more than worth it.
Scooting out of his chair, he slapped a few dollar bills onto the table before slipping his jacket on and grabbing his phone.
“Go get her, Mish,” Jared smiled.
God, he just hoped he wouldn’t regret this.
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You were half asleep with the TV still on when someone knocked on your door, startling you awake.
You groaned, tossing the sheets back and stumbling over to the door. “I’m coming!”
You unlocked the door and swung it open, your mouth falling open in surprise.
“Misha?”
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