Love comes knocking

The kiss

Yes, I was leaning in to kiss Will, who had put his hands in his pockets. He looked absolutely gorgeous and smelled fantastic. His lips looked soft and tempting - and a voice at the back of my head told me to snap out of it. I stopped myself for a split second. I was his assistant. But he smelled SO GOOD.

And that's when Will leaned in and kissed me. His lips met mine, softly at first. A small surprised gasp escaped me as he licked my lips and I opened my mouth so our tongues could play. He tasted fresh and minty and my blood was racing in my veins. A warm fuzzy feeling spread from my face to the rest of my body as he lifted his left hand and caressed my hair. His right arm was pulling me in tighter.

My arms were around his waist and I allowed one to slip down and sneak a feel of his tight ass. I could feel him smiling as the kiss intensified. My core was heating up as I felt his hands move down to fondle my ass.

A sound started and it just did not want to stop. It took my brain a few seconds to realize it was a phone and a few more seconds to realize it was in the same room as myself. I involuntarily moved just a little away and broke the kiss, finding myself looking deeply into a pair of intense brown eyes. 

We released each other from our hands and moved a little apart as the phone continued ringing.

"Oh, my phone." Will looked embarrassed as he smiled and reached for his phone. I giggled, feeling light-headed as I tried to process what just happened. I could feel that my swollen lips were aching for more as I ran a finger over them. 

Will went to the office to chat with whoever had called. I froze as I realized that this had been completely inappropriate. He was probably chasing away fans all the time and he did have a girlfriend. How did my body decide it was time to kiss him? I would most definitely get fired now. I felt so sheepish. But it did seem like he enjoyed the kiss? And surely the girlfriend was HIS responsibility, not mine? Yet how could i do that to another woman when I knew how it had felt to walk in on my boyfriend and his...fling!

OK, I thought to myself, get a grip! I still need to make lunch and Will did request sandwiches. I had some chicken and mayo in the fridge and a bit of lettuce. If I added some tomatoes and cucumber, perhaps some feta and peppers, we would have a small side salad to go with that,

But OMG I had just done the most inappropriate move on someone who was technically my boss. Also: I had kissed Will - and it was absolutely fantastic! My brain was overpowered by all sorts of feelings: Happiness, embarrassment, anxiety, lust...

Will came back into the kitchen. He looked self-conscious and uncomfortable, running his right hand through his hair.

"Umm...," he started, drawing his breath sharply. "Please can we sit down a bit?"

Oh, here we go, I thought, and decided to just jump into it: "Am I fired?"

"No, no no no! Of course not! It's just..." He pulled ut a chair and sat down by the kitchen dining table, gesturing for me to do the same.

I hesitated, but walked over to the table and pulled out a chair to sit across from him. I looked at him and saw his eyes examining me nervously. OK, I thought, bring it on.

He cleared his throat. "Firstly, many thanks for allowing me to kiss you."

I giggled and he started laughing. "OK, that sounded weird, right? I really enjoyed our...moment." He sent me a mischievous smile and I nodded. "It's just... Well, I am sort of dating someone and..."

I felt my eyebrows hitting my hairline. "Sort of?"

He sighed. And then he smiled and nodded at me. What was this?

 "I'll be honest. You might know that my wife died tragically a few years ago and I have avoided real dating ever since. But I still need to be seen as attractive, my agent says." He shrugged his shoulders and I felt my mouth open wide. 

"I don't understand?" My brain was trying to process the information, but I was sadly not understanding what he was on about.

"Well, it's like this...umm...what you read about, my public life... It's a publicity stunt. My agent claims it's good to be visibly attractive to attractive partners, preferably actresses, and even better: actresses I work with. So he organizes fake relationships on my behalf."

I must have looked like a series of question marks as my eyes widened. "So the whole thing with Jenna Robs that I read about," I asked. I was trying to be casual and cool, but even I could hear my thin voice tremble.

Will sighed again, this time even deeper. "Yeah, it's a contract. Oh, and yes, SHE is well aware that it's a contract. We are both supposed to look like real over-the-top lovebirds and promote our next movie together."

I had no control of my jaw, which had dropped again. "So what does this mean," I could hear my mouth asking. 

"I am not supposed to make out with beautiful assistants, but be photographed with Jenna on my arm. And she's coming here tomorrow so that we can be seen together."

Wait, did he just call me beautiful? But what happens when she comes here, my brain asked, but no words escaped me. I was stunned by surprise and smiled nervously, probably looking quite dumb.

"I really enjoyed our kiss, Sally, but I need to honor the arrangement with Jenna. I was supposed to have the next couple of days off, so Jenna and I will do some rounds before the press. I hope you understand?"

Needless to say, there were many things I did not understand. I seemed to be trapped in an alternate timeline where all sorts of things happened to me and the people around me. But I did understand that Jenna Robs would be here tomorrow. So I did the best I could do: I nodded.

"Umm...actually, I need to speak with Christine about this. We're almost done with the drafted pilot for the new project, anyway, so she should be managing without me for a couple of days. Maybe she could take some time off and feel better."

"Oh, I'm already better," said Christine, walking into the kitchen with sleepy eyes.

Will explained to her that Jenna was coming and Christine seemed fine with it. She went to the office to call Luke and Will turned to me again, smiling.

"I didn't say that Jenna and me are not real," he started.

"I noticed," I said reluctantly.

"Please keep this between us." How could I resist his pleading look as he said so?

So, apparently, in the course of less than a month, I had lost my job, found out that my cheating boyfriend was also a lunatic who possibly stole money from me, kissed my celebrity crush, and become the kind of person who does not discuss the kiss with her best friend! I mentally kicked myself for just accepting everything Will said and wondered where life would take me next?