Working In the Offices (House_Owner X Reader)

Chapter 29

I managed to print off the photo of me and Ross earlier on and now me and Max are in the huge craft store he spoke about. I've picked up a heart shaped frame but we're having trouble deciding what to do with it.

I end up picking up some black ribbon, white wood paint, a medium sized paint brush and wood varnish. We also picked up some cute chibi anime wrapping paper in the shopping centre.

"It'll look cute." I comment, imagining the end product. A black bow in the top right corner on the pure white frame with the photo of me and Ross inside.

"You'll help me, right? I need some extra hands and opinions." I smile as Max nods and we make our way to the till, there is no line so I quickly pay and we walk out of the craft shop with the paper bag in my left hand.

- - -

We get to the office and Max takes us to a room filled with boxes, he then guides me behind a wall of them so it's hidden if anyone walks in. We then get set to work.

We place lots of newspaper onto the floor and we end up putting 2 coats of the white paint all over it. After a few hours the paint drys so we coat it in the varnish.

I get set on making a perfect bow by googling tutorials while Max cuts the photo to shape. After the bow was made I wrote on the back of the photo so it would be a surprise if he ever took the photo out.

I wrote:

'To the greatest man on the world, my love, Ross.

(Y/N)'

Cheesy, but it gets the message across.

The varnish takes a while to dry so we end up staying late, but Ross had to head home early so he got dropped off by Adam.

When the varnish finally dried I hot glued the bow on the top right curve of the heart and slid the picture in, looking down at it in admiration of my handy work.

"He'll love it, it's a tad cutesy but he won't care." Max disposes of the newspaper as we wrap it up in the cute chibi wrapping paper.

"I'm so proud of us." I lightly hug Max, "Thanks for all your help, I'll be sure to get you stuff when it's your birthday."

"Thanks, (Y/N) same for you."

- - -

We hide the present amongst the boxes and head out to my car, jumping in it quickly as it's freezing.

When we get home we walk in to see Ross and Lauren laughing, Lauren quickly turning to face us as we walk in.

"Why are you late, sucking Max's dick in an alleyway?" She snarls, giving me a dirty look.

I let out a deep sigh, rolling my eyes as I sit down on the other sofa, watching Lauren's eyes following me.

"So, we ordered pizza but we ate it all, so sorry." Lauren shrugs, glancing at the two empty pizza boxes.

"Max, what pizza do you want?" I yell to Max as he is in the kitchen.

"Barbeque chicken." He yells back, making me grin because he isn't the spicy pizza type.

"I'm only joking, there is one in the fridge." Lauren smirks, rolling my eyes at me as if I just answered an obvious answer wrong.

"Never mind Max, there is one in the fridge." I think for a moment, intently staring at the boxes for a moment, "You two ate two whole pizzas by yourself? You pigs." I snort while laughing.

"You're the pig," Lauren mumbles.

"Hey, it's just a joke, don't get your knickers in a twist." I shrug as Max brings in the pizza box and two glasses of coke, I thank him as he passes me a glass.

"Knickers? I hate your British language." Lauren slightly adjusts herself so her arm is leaning on the back of the settee while her whole body faces Ross who sits at the end of the settee, closer to us.

"It's not a separate language, we just have different terms for items. Like rubbish and trash, lorry and truck, trousers and pants. The last one confused me the most, people would say I'm going to change my pants and I thought they would be talking about their underwear." I smirk at myself as I remember all the times I've been embarrassed by the different terms, "What's a rubber to you?"

For a moment they all seem to choke on their own spit as they break into laughter.

"Christs sake, I thought he was just pulling my leg," I mumble, biting into a slice of pizza. "You actually call condoms rubbers? What the hell, that's quite creepy..."

"What is a rubber to you?" After Max has finished wiping his tears away, he asks me.

"An eraser." I mumble, getting chills after remembering something, "I asked someone for a rubber at a bank here in America, I thought they were all joking when they told me what it was."

"That's amazing," They continue to laugh at my demise, but I can't help but laugh along, it is pretty funny.

"So, Ross, have you sorted out a gift yet, me and (Y/N) stayed back to... do stuff." Max asks to try and not ruin the surprise of what the gift actually is.

"You stayed back for two hours just to sort out a gift? I feel special..." Ross' branded cute smile spreads across his face like butter on warm toast. "And yes, I personally think I have found THE gift."

"That's a big statement." I smirk, raising my eyebrows as I finish my second slice of pizza.

"I think I'm confident enough to make that statement, " Ross pushes his glasses up slightly, not breaking eye contact and smirking back. I fail at whatever flirting game we are playing as a blush falls on my face and I have to look away to avoid my heart from imploding.

- - -

Max chooses to go to bed early while Lauren sleeps on the couch, so we decide to watch 'The Proposal' on the second, slightly smaller, settee.

I'm snuggled to the left side of Ross as he rests his arm around my waist, my hand over his. We don't get very far into the film before Ross lifts my face to sweetly kiss me, his hand weaving between my hair as he holds me close. I smile into the kiss as he begins to push me down onto the settee, his hand beginning to snake up my top and I begin to try and tug his shirt off.

We pause our kissing, staring at each other for a moment, both thinking the same thing.

'Lets take this to the bedroom.'

We abandon the TV and rush to Ross' room as quickly as possible to not break the sexual tension. We shut the door and there is a slight pause of complete silence as we stare at each other in desire, then suddenly we collide and fall onto the soft sheets behind us.

This time, it was rough and passionate, we pulled at each others hair and moaned as loud as we wanted, not caring who heard us that night.

(Wink wink ;)