His Assistant

I couldn't talk.

The rest of the week Chris didn't say a word to me, I just did my work and that was it, the weekend had passed by the same way, they weren't shooting so I wasn't needed on set but that doesn't mean I didn't have to work, when Friday had come around I was relief knowing the weekend had arrive and I could sleep in late but being an assistant to Chris Evans was harder than I anticipated, everything possible you'd think an assistant had to do I had to do it TIMES 10!!!!!, but yet I never saw Chris once, I'd get an email from him or his manager, maybe a text, his manager would call never him, it was like he didn't want to speak to me directly, was he ashamed of how he treated me? Was he afraid I would say something to uncle rob? But it came down to the fact that I was clearly over thinking it, it was Chris Evans, he didn't have time to think about if he hurt his assistant's feelings, he had an actual life. I laughed at myself thinking about stupid it was to think he'd actually cared for me

I was snapped out of my thoughts when I heard my names called, did I really just day dream in a coffee shop? I look at the barista embarrassed, I walked over and grabbed both coffees and gave an apologetic smile for making her wait,

Barista: " it happens to the best of us"

She gave a an assuring smile, I gave a quiet chuckle and left, I got in my Jeep putting both coffees in the cup holder and drove off. I reached the set parking lot, looking at the time I gave myself a mental pat on the back, I was early enough that I wouldn't get scolded by Chris, as I grabbed my bag from the back set, I heard a thud, "fuck.." "please don't let it be.." from the sound of it I could tell it was the coffee, seeing that only one got knocked over, I started praying as I reached for the full cup, hoping it was Chris' and not mine, "FUUUUUUUCK" I yelled and banged on my steering, Chris' cup had fallen, I took my cup and decided to give it to him, i took all my stuff out the car, mentally kicking myself with every step I took, as I walked through the back stage halls I greeted everyone, to my surprise Chris wasn't in his dressing room, I let out a loud sigh glad he wasn't there before me, I set down everything on the vanity, making sure everything thing was in order, as soon as I took a step back ready to set and take five the door swung open, a pissed off Chris Evans walked into the room plumping himself onto the chair muttering curse words to himself, it took everything in me to not ask what was the matter but I had a line and by me doing that I would definitely be crossing it, I was pulled away from my thoughts when he snaps at me,

Chris: "my coffee?"

He pointed at the coffee on the vanity, I simply nodded, I held my breath as he took his first sip knowing it wasn't his,

Chris: "It looks like no one here could do anything right.."

He threw the coffee in the bin, at this point o didn't know what to say if to apologize or not,

Y/N: " I'm s..."

Before I could say another word, he cut me off

Chris: "I'm late"

Signaling me to start my work and hurry, i nod my head and began working, even though he just shouted at me and he was completely pissed, to be honest with you I couldn't stop thinking about how unbelievably sexy he was right now, I know you shouldn't find joy in someone's anger but the way his jaw clinched his vein raising on his arms at he gripped the arms in the chair, I stood in front of him blending the dark circles under his eyes, I began struggling a bit because his knees were in the way, I looked down and saw he began spreading his legs giving me room to step closer, which I did, I leaned over to his eye level making sure his makeup was good, I couldn't help but gaze into them, I took a deep breath in and bit my bottom lip,
"Do your work, don't get distracted"
I kept telling myself, I jumped when he stood up, my back hit the counter as he stood up in front of me, his body inches from mine, he grabbed the bottom of his T-shirt pulling it up and over his head,

Chris: " it's hot"

He said in his low raspy voice, I swallowed hard and just stood there for a few seconds staring at every inch of his body, he cleared his throat making snap out of my gaze, I continued blending his under eye but couldn't help looking at his body once again, his chest hair stuck to his skin due to the sweat, his stomach with droplets of sweat,
"Focus focus focus" I kept shouting to myself.
I looked up once again trying to actually focus when I saw Chris staring directly at me, a smirk came across his face,
"Fuck"
He knew I was staring but how could I not,

Chris: "you finish?"

I just nodded no words could come out of my mouth at this point, once again he stood up in front me and I gazed, like a fucking toddler in a candy factory wanting to just eat up everything, he looked down at me, raised his hand and pressed his thumb against my bottom lip, wiping it from one end to the other, he tilted his head down a bit and whisper in my ear, his hot breath on my skin

Chris: " you're drooling"

And with that, he took his shirt, leaving me to figure out what just happened.