His Assistant

Welcome home.

Chris had warmed up to the fact that I was gonna move in yet he didn't change his attitude towards me, he sent me a date and time to come over but barely spoke to me after that, I would do his makeup and he wouldn't say he word, I would take off his makeup again not a word, he would text me if he wanted something and that's it, it which was okay to be honest it would be better off, when I leave there's no attachment, who was I kidding, Chris would have an attachment me, I didn't know why I kept thinking he cared again it was Chris Evans why would he even.

I walked up to the stairs holding some boxes, Chris opened the door just standing to the side looking at me,

Chris: "you're not gonna come inside?"

Y/n: "you're not gonna help me?"

I snapped back at him, he raised his eyebrow,

Chris: "you invited yourself to live in my house and I still have to help you?"

I just rolled my eyes, there were a lot of things in my mind I could tell him but I was going to be living in his house so I didn't want to upset more than I already did.

Y/n: "fine.."

I walked pass him and place the boxes on the floor, I heard a sigh and foot steps fading away, I turn to see him walking towards my keep, he took up a few of the heavy boxes, the weight of them and his gripe made the veins his arms rise against his skin, boxes after boxes I couldn't help but look at him with lust in my eyes, sweat leaking from his head to his neck, his shirt was now soaked making his chest and abs print through. Get it together I mentally slapped myself, we can't fall for your boss you're already living in his house and what a tragic story that would be to be tattooed on your brain, how horrifying would that be to seduce Chris Evans, have sex with him, you catch feelings and he doesn't feel the same way, so you have to leave him, your job and you die alone, "PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER WOMAN!!!" I shut my own mental fit down, I sighed and turned around, maybe that was enough drooling over my boss for one day.

Chris: "I'm gonna take a shower"

He said while walking up the stairs, all I wanted to say was "take me with you" but I just nodded, I waited a while after he left then to go upstairs to my room, I showered, I put on a simple joggers and T-shirt, I pulled my hair into a bun, as I was strolling through Instagram my belly grumbled, with all the packing and mentally humping Chris Evans I forgot to eat, as part of my job I also had to make something for Chris.

When I came downstairs, Chris wasn't anywhere around, he probably was in his room, I looked through the kitchen cupboards and saw there was a lack of groceries but stocks of ramen, I sighed, I found dry pasta, some chicken breast and Parmesan, a quick pasta should do it.

As I turned off the stove I saw a basil plant at the window, I went over and picked a few leaves, I look at the back yard and how beautiful it was the sunset against the water in the pool, the breeze lightly blowing against the flowers, it looked so peaceful. I decided to take my laptop, my food and just relax in the gazebo, while eating I was just going through some of Chris' meetings and appointments for this week, as I was doing that my phone rang, i furrowed my eyebrows a bit when I saw Chris calling,

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Y/n: " hello?"

Chris: " where are you?"

Y/n: " in the backyard"

Chris: "ok"

And he just hung up, which was a little weird but I didn't think anything of it, a few minutes later I saw him coming outside with a plate in his hand, "fuck" I whispered under my breath, he didn't have on a shirt just a pair of joggers that hung on his waist, his hair messy, he pulped himself down next to me resting his foot on the table, I turned and looked over to him,

Y/n: "hi.."

I said quietly, I just wanted us to live in peace together so I didn't want to give him a hard time, I just continued going through his schedule and eating,

Chris: "what are you doing?"

He sounded genuine which was kinda nice to hear from him,

Y/n: "going through your schedule for this week?"

Chris: "booked?"

I sighed knowing it must be kinda difficult constantly working never really having time for yourself, I would know because as long as he was busy I would be too,

Y/n: "mmhmmm...umm... actually you have Sunday off..."

He finished eating, he placed the bowl to the side of him and rest both his hands behind his head leaning back a little more, his eyes closed.

Chris: "when I have a day off....I don't know whether I should stay in and no nothing or go out and do something.."

I placed my bowl and now closed laptop on the table, I turned and faced him, crossing my legs,

Y/n: " you have all night to sleep and do nothing....go out try something new..."

Chris: " that's the thing...as soon as I step outside my house....They're always there...they're always falling me.."

At this point, I kinda felt sorry for him, imagine loving your job it's something you always wanted to do but the disadvantage paparazzi never leave you alone, the media follows you everywhere and you can't be friends with someone without a rumor starting,

Y/n: " can't you find a way around it?"

He let out a small laugh,

Chris: "trust me if I did I would do it all the time"

I sighed knowing that, I probably would be part of those rumors soon, his assistant living with him? Yea like the media would eat that up,

Chris: " what are you gonna do with your day off?"

Y/n: " there's this boat food festival, my parents were suppose to come in town this week and I bough tickets for them but my dad couldn't get off my work... so i singling it and going by myself.."

Chris: "what is it?"

Y/n: "it's an exclusive tasting, 24 small courses, live band, dancing, some activities and the best part it's on a boat..."

Chris: "that sounds so nice...I wish I could do things like that.."

It was a long shot but I think it would be good for him to try something new, maybe this was our start over to become friends,

Y/n: "why don't you come with me?"

He opened his eyes and turned his head towards me,

Chris: "I couldn't..that's your day off...you're gonna take your boss on your day off.."

He sounded like he genuinely didn't want to invade my day off but I think he needed it more than I did,

Y/n: " listen... you're going, it's exclusive..no paparazzi no camera...just a relaxing Sunday...you need it..."

Chris: "ahh..okay fine...it's a date then.."