Drunk from your love.

Is this forever?

               The elevator opens, letting a strong smell hit your nose. Instantly your mouth begins to water, what is that wonderful smell..."Smell good don't it?" his lips are near your ear and you can feel the heat radiating off of him, giving you goosebumps. You swallow and nod, giving him a smile, "What is it?" He grabs your hand and leads you into his office and to a small table near the window. Two plates were laid out, each had a perfectly cooked steak dressed with parsley, red peppers, and melted garlic butter. A side of grilled asparagus and a side of well seasoned brown rice were piled nicely next to the steak. He pulls out a chair for you, allowing you to sit down, he pushes the chair in slightly and walks to the other side of the table and sits down. "Something I went overboard with." You give him a surprised look, "Wait did you cook this?!" You were impressed, who knew he could cook. He just starts laughing, giving you a chance to see him with his guard down. His smile was..beautiful, his mustache was groomed and made his smile look even better. He wasn't wearing his hat and his hair was somewhat brushed down...but a few curls still managed to sping up, making you chuckle to yourself. He was wearing a dark button up shirt underneath a dark blue blazer, it was the nicest thing you've seen him wear. You were speechless. He speaks, startling you out of your own thoughts, "I wish I could cook something like this, shit. " He runs his hand through his hair, smiling. You couldn't seem to concentrate anymore, all you could do was laugh with him, "Of course you didn't, you're rich, why would you be the one to cook." You flash him a smirk. He rolls his eyes, "Someday ill cook you a meal myself." Someday? Does this mean he wants something more...will there be more of these lunch dates..or whatever you want to call it. "I'll hold you to that... Mr.Daniels." 

            He tenses up and flashes a real toothy grin at you, its seem you've struck a nerve with him, "What would you like to drink..." He unbuttons the first two button of his shirt and sighs. Your eyes scan over his shirt, It bothered you at how far down his shirt is unbuttoned..but you didn't know why it bothered you so much. He shifts in his seat and leans over the table to look at you closer, "(y/n)? What would you like to drink." You jump slightly and blush, "U-uh...am I allowed to have a glass of fireball...?" Your voice was quiet. He nods, "Of course you are honey, why wouldn't you be. You are my guest, right?" He stands up and walks over to a fridge, he opens it and you can hear him moving bottles around before he grabs the one you asked for, "I'll admit, You're just so damn cute, never thought you'd like this one." He walks over calmly and pours a generous amount into your glass. D-did he just calls you cute. There's no way that you can hide how red your face was, "Yeah, well...thanks.." You look down into your lap and mess with your hands. You cant see him but you can feel the grin he has on his face right now. Once you hear him sit down you look up at him, "I'm starving." You smile and pick up your fork and knife. He does the same, watching you, "Well dig in." He begins to eat and you do the same. You've got to admit, whoever cooked this is definitely a professional. 

               The two of you didn't talk for the next fifteen minutes or so, you just ate slowly. Every time you looked up at him he was already looking over at you with those brown eyes of his, he made brown eyes look good. He was the one to finish first, he stood up and moved his plate and everything over to his desk. He slowly walks behind you and takes your plate from in front of you as well as your silverware and your now empty glass. "Wh-what.." You turn and look at him, he just flashes you a small smirk as he walks over and puts your plate and glass over onto his desk with everything else. He slowly starts to walk back over to you, "Stand up for me, will you." You find yourself listening to him, standing up. You don't know why you listened to him, usually, you would say no..but with him..there was something different and you felt compelled to listen to him. He walks over and lifts he had, touching his fingers to your cheek, "Ever since I saw you, I knew I wanted to be with you." You tense and look into his eyes, he wasn't lying, "You...knew?" He nods, "Yes, from the very second I saw you." He leans forward, his lips were just inches away from your own, "A-are you sure.." You were freaking out on the inside, no hiding that at all. He gives you a look and smiles, "Of course I'm sure darlin'." He closes the gap between your lips, kissing you lightly. It takes you a second to realize what was really going on and once you do you let yourself melt into him and kiss back. You rub your hands up his chest and grab onto his blazer. Once he recognizes that you've relaxed, this kiss that was once slow and gentle turns into a heated, needy kiss. You make a small noise and grip his blazer tighter. You begin to slowly slide it off his shoulders but you're interrupted when he grabs the back of your thighs hard and lifts you to sit you on top of the table. That's why he cleaned it off...