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After a bit of talk I look at the time.
“Wriothesley it’s already 8PM, I should get going…”
“I’m not going to force you but, if you want, you could stay for dinner. It’s not going to be anything fancy but I’ll cook something-” I widen my eyes and smile.
“I’ll stay.” He raises his eyebrows, trying to guess what I’m thinking.
“That fast? You could at least pretend to think.” He chuckles and I shrug my shoulders.
“I hope you have the habit of cooking naked” I say and eye him carefully to see his reaction. As I start walking out of the garage I look back. He stays in his place for a bit before smiling in disbelief of my shamelessness and rubs his forehead.
I snicker silently and I swore I heard a ‘What have I gotten myself into’, which made me even more amused.
Putting all the jokes aside, I started to look around, hoping I would find something to do while he cooked but he had nothing out of place. It even seemed weird. His house was slightly strange. There wasn’t a single sock or towel or pillow out of place, except the kitchen, which he had taken out a few utensils so he could cook. I frown as I look around and go to the sofa, messing up the pillows. I grab my red hair tie and put it on the arm rest of the sofa, feeling more comforted.
I gasp as I turn around and see him take off the shirt in the kitchen.
“Hey! I was kidding-” I gulp down the rest as he smirks and unbuttons his jeans.
“Oh? What a bummer then.” He does the button again and leaves his shirt on the floor.
I let out a breath of relief and turned on the tv to watch something. Not even 10 minutes after I get bored and go to the kitchen aisle to watch Wriothesley cook.
“It smells heavenly. What are you making?” I peep at the stove from his side and he pinches my nose.
“You know, curiosity killed the cat.” He smiles at my eye roll.
“But satisfaction brought it back.” I wink at him and he stops before laughing at me. “What?! It’s the rest of the proverb!” He shakes his head, stirring the pot a few more times before lowering the heat.
“You’re incredible.”
“I know” I smiled, then helped him grab the utensils and plates so he could pour the stew.
We sat down, in front of each other, on the dinner table.
“Dig in then.” He motions with his hand and I nod.
“Don’t mind if I do.” I grab a generous portion and put it in my mouth, savouring the flavour. I glance up and see Wriothesley, not touching his food, and looking at me attentively. I snicker at his expression, imagining beads of sweat running down his forehead. ‘As if my opinion was worth gold.’ I think to myself, before deciding to put the man in front of me out of his misery.
“Another reason to marry you other than the cars: You cook exceptionally well! Holy shit.” I curse under my breath, not exaggerating in any aspect.
I hear him let out a small sigh before eating it himself.
“Well, I would say I’m the best husband candidate so far?”
“You would be, but you are intent on keeping our relationship strictly professional. Let’s see how much you’ll take to give up.” His smirk froze for a few seconds, showing that I was the one that remembered his own boundaries. I scoff, knowing that I’ll win and he’ll break for sure.
The rest of the dinner was spent in a comfortable talk, straying away from work to our own life stories.
“I could swear his eyebrows were about to lift off his forehead! Seriously! I simply crossed my arms as he stood there, in the middle of 10 broken vases. At that time his soul had probably already reached heaven but I stepped in and said it was alright, it would be simply a minor deduction on his salary and nothing more. He apologised a hundredth times, which made me feel like I was a villain.” I only laughed at his story, imagining his imposing and tall stature in front of an intern around his twenties.
‘Oh gosh it’s getting funnier.’
“Y/n you’ll run out of air at this point.” He smiled as I laid down on the sofa as I gasped for air as he told me some moments of his first years in the company.
“Oh I can totally imagine it though-” I try to gather myself, achieving it, in some way. I sat up and laid back on the backrest and Wriothesley eyed me amusedly.
“I guess I’m not that scary to you.” I smiled and nudged him with my elbow.
“Why would you be scary? If anything, you're cute.” I held back the embarrassment of the nonsense I had just spewed and tried to make it look on purpose. When he took too long to answer I glanced again at the series that had been running in the background.
“That’s a first.” He ran his hand through his hair and smirked. That deepened the blush on my cheeks and I brought my hand to them so I could pretend.
“Uhm, right! Oh this wine is strong isn’t it?” I took another sip of it and tried to avoid his stare.
He had drank more than me, since during dinner he also had wine, but he was definitely sober. So when he raised a hand to push a strand of hair behind my ear I was more than flustered, and happy of course.
“You leave me speechless, honestly. During the day you were bold and everything else, flirting in broad daylight? Not a problem. Now you’re here, only with a couple of cups of wine blabbering to hide your flustered self.” He smirked, his eyes having a different glint than usual.
I lick my lips, feeling them dry and he raises my chin to face him.
“Does your offer still stand? May I steal a kiss?” He said, carefully accessing the mood.
I nod and he brings his hand to my cheek, rubbing it carefully.
“Use your words sweetheart.” His voice had now a rasp to it, the tension weightening on us both.
“You may.” He wastes no more time before joining his lips with mine. His mouth had a wine taste to it and his lips were softer than I remembered. The kiss started calm and gentle before evolving to a more passionate and fiery one. I hum in the kiss and glide my hands around his neck for support. He held me by my waist and I melted into his touch as his cologne started to fog my brain. W
When we break apart I'm breathless and Wriothesley had a different glint in his eyes, something more… dangerous.
I lick my lips and sigh.
“Wriothesley I should go home.”
“We both drank, It's better to not risk it. I have a guest room upstairs, feel free to occupy it.” He clears his throat and puts another strand of my hair behind my ear.
“So this is why you wanted me to come? Pervert.” I giggle and the corner of his lips curve ever so slightly. He runs his tongue over his teeth and gets up.
“The bedroom has a bathroom as well, if you want to have a bath. I just don't have women's clothes…”
“One of your shirts and some shorts will suffice.” I say and he huffs.
“I'll bring it to you. The room is the second door on the left.”
I thank him and go upstairs to see the room.
It was lavishly decorated, looking straight out of a catalogue. Hues of black and cream with accents of baby blue sprawled throughout the room, making me remember someone's eyes.
I chuckle and go to the bathroom to turn the water on.
As I seep in the water a voice is heard on the other side of the door.
“Uhm, Y/n, I'll put the clothes on the bed.” Wriothesley says, his voice slightly muffled.
“Okay, thank you!” I say, a bit louder so he could hear.
I relaxed in the bathtub and after a while of cleaning I dried myself up and put on the robe.
I look at the clothes on top of the bed and I smile. I put them on, using my underwear from before (Just because it was the only option) and go find Wriothesley to ask for a blow dryer. I put the towel around my shoulders and went barefoot downstairs.
“Wrio? Wriothesley?” I call out, going towards the living room. I don't see him on the first floor so I go knocking on the doors on the second one.
“Wrio, are you there?” I knock on the door and he opens it, Only. with. a fucking. towel. on. his waist. I gulp and he smirks.
“Hm? What's the matter?” He leans on the doorframe and I curse on my mind for reading all those fanfics.
“I- Well- Uhm- Dry hair- I mean blow- THE BLOWDRYER.” I look away and I hear him laugh.
“I have one here, come in.” He opens the door wider and I look around his bedroom. The color scheme was more of the same but not as dark. He then appears through a side door with a professional dryer in one hand and two bottles on the door.
“Here's the blow dryer and here's a heat protector and an oil for the hair ends.” I widen my eyes and look at his face like he offered me a house.
“What? I have my own hair to take care of.” He laughs again at my surprised face as I take it.
“Thanks” I mistakenly look down and stare too much at his abs. How could this man be so handsome??? His muscles were defined and his biceps looked… delicious- ‘NO! I mean, uhm-’ I noticed that I was staring and started walking out the door.
“Hey, If you want to, I'll help you dry it, give me a second to put on my pajamas.” He smiles gently, a total contradiction to his last actions.
I nod shyly and go to the room, waiting patiently for him. Not even 2 minutes after he knocks on my door and comes in to help.
I sit down on a stool that was under the sink in the bathroom and he starts massaging my scalp gently as he blows it dry.
I hum in delight as I close my eyes.
“You're going to make me fall asleep…” I mumble slowly closing and opening my eyes.
“That's good isn't it?”
“I don't think it'll help if I suddenly ham my head on the sink.”
“Oh, good point.” He suddenly turns around and leans my head on his chest.
“Uh- Can you do it like this?”
“Yeah, you can rest if you want.”
I smile and accept it readily, not thinking about the onset consequences nor the aftermath of the situation.
When I opened my eyes again I was on a comfortable mattress and the morning light seeped in the room.
I smile and try to remember how I got in the bed.
“Ah- Wriothesley-” Then I noticed there was a weight around my waist. I look down and-
“Morning sleepyhead,”
“WRIOTHESLEY???!!”