luxe (sebastian stan)

Eight

The previous night I was so tired that I didn't take my makeup off before falling onto the bed. Terrible for my skin, I know, but God it felt great being able to close my eyes on impact. However, I regretted my decision when I woke up and saw that my setting spray protected my pillowcase from so much. I groaned and pulled the case off the pillow, gathered my dirty laundry basket, and went into the kitchen to go into the laundry room, only to find Sebastian leaning on the kitchen counter, eating a banana.

I dropped the laundry basket and jumped, startled. "Jesus fucking Christ!" I exclaimed, putting my hand over my heart, "You scared the shit out of me!" Sebastian grinned and took another bite of the banana, "I gathered." I narrowed my eyes and folded my arms over my chest, looking him up and down in an interrogative manner. "Care to explain what the fuck you're doing in my kitchen?"

"I was in the living room, but I got hungry," Sebastian finished the banana and threw the peel in the trashcan before picking up an orange, throwing it at me to peel. Not expecting to be hurled an orange, I nearly dropped it. "Let me clarify," I peeled the orange successfully and instead of throwing it back, I walked over and plopped it into his palm, "What the fuck are you doing here?"

Jamming his thumb in the center of the orange and carefully taking out a slice to pop in his mouth, he replied. "I never saw the inside of the place," he scanned the place quickly, "It's nice." "That really can't be the reason you're here," I shook my head in disbelief, "What do you need from me?"

"We've been invited to a dinner tonight," Sebastian, "You and me and a friend and his wife." He took his focus away from the orange and looked at me, smiling as his cheeks were stuffed with orange slices, "I see you're already halfway ready. Although I'd dial down on the clown makeup." "Don't make me shove the rest of that orange down your throat," I warned, "I wasn't expecting company."

He laughed lightly and I hated to admit how cute it sounded. "I can tell," he finished the orange right as I heard the other side of the front door click. Vanna was coming home. I don't know what possessed me to grab Sebastian's arm and basically throw him in my bedroom and close the door, but I was thankful for whatever possessed him to keep the door closed and reveal himself to Vanna.

Vanna entered the apartment just as I regained my composure, so the first thing she saw was me holding my laundry basket. "Morning, princess," she grinned, putting grocery bags on the counter, "Slept well, did you?" I rolled my eyes and pulled the pillow case out of the basket, "Wonderfully. But it came at a price." "You're lucky I just bought more detergent," Vanna said and pulled a vat of lavender scented detergent out and handed it to me. I thanked her and went to the laundry room and put the basket in the corner next to the washer, making a mental note to do the laundry when I came back from the dinner.
"Hey are you doing anything tonight?" Vanna asked as she put the groceries away, "I'm off today and I really wanted to do one of our fancy dinners again." My heart tugged a little upon hearing that, knowing that my availability was just stolen from me. "God I wish," I told her, "But my boss just told me he needed me tonight. Maybe you can take Tom?" Vanna faced me and raised an eyebrow at the mention of "my boss".

"Ooh, the mysterious Sebastian needs you tonight?" she asked musingly, "Is this a work thing or a sex thing?" I scoffed very loudly, making sure Sebastian could hear my reaction through the door. I could just picture that dumbass grin. "Where did you even come up with the notion that I'm fucking this guy?" I asked, "I don't even think I even mentioned wanting to fuck him."

Vanna shrugged and closed the fridge, gathering the plastic bags and putting them in the cabinets under the sink. "I don't know. When you said he was influential I just sort of pictured like John F. Kennedy and I know how much you want your back blown out by him in the Oval Office." "The fact that you don't find John F. Kennedy sexy is an absolute crime and I will take that to my grave," I argued playfully before returning to the semi-serious conversation, "I mean, Sebastian's young and charismatic, but that's it. There's no late night rendezvous or Monica Lewinsky type shit. It's just a regular work relationship."