Damien Haas//Shayne Topp imagines

Help(Shayne)

gets a tad nasty

Y/N's PoV

I've been trying to hang a picture in my office for about 20 minutes now and I can't seem to get it. "Need a hand?" I hear the voice of none other than Shayne Topp say from the door of my office. "I mean, as much as I like looking at your ass in those leggings from my desk, you seem to really be struggling." Out of every fucking one in the office to be here during the lunch hour, it's the one guy I despise.

"Does it look like I need your help?" I put emphasis on your, hoping he realizes I don't want help. Of course, he doesn't go away.

"Do you really want me to answer that or would you like to maintain plausible deniability for later?" Shayne responds. I roll my eyes, but he can't see cause I won't look at him. I ignore his response and keep trying. I hear Shayne step forward and the picture frame is hung pretty easily. I step off of my chair and head over to my office blinds.

"I'm shutting these so maybe you won't spy on me anymore." I say, pulling the blinds down.

"Or maybe you just want us to have some privacy?" Shayne suggests. I roll my eyes.

"Definitely not." I shortly say, but Shayne steps towards me. I'll admit, he's very good looking. Him and I have always had a sexual tension between us. I'm not sure why but we have. Before I can think, Shayne's lips are on mine and my office door is being shut. I'm pushed against the door and Shayne's knee is in between my legs. "Shayne..." I slightly push him off.

"What?" He asks me, looking concerned. "Did I do something wrong? It seemed like you wanted this too. Or am I reading you wrong?" He seems to begin to freak but I put my hands on his shoulders.

"Shayne. You didn't. Come here." I pull him by his collar, back to my lips. He obliges, putting his hand on my cheek. Using one hand, Shayne grabs my wrists, pinning them above my head. His other hand moves to my waist, pulling my shirt up and touching my bare skin. His hand is cold and I almost shiver. I reach down and begin to unbutton Shayne's shirt when he lets me go. We continue our heated makeout until a knock at the door makes us jump apart. I fix my shirt and yell. "Who is it?" I ask.

"Mari. Can I come in?" Mari asks.

"Yeah sure." I go and open the door, Shayne hiding behind it. "What's up Mari?" I ask. She stands at the door.

"Wanted to know if you saw Shayne? He was supposed to be at a shoot about 15 minutes ago." She says to me. Damn, we were in here longer than I thought.

"No I'm not sure." I shrug. She nods and leaves, Shayne coming from behind my door. "Better get going." I tell him. He smirks, planting a kiss on my lips.

"We'll continue this." He says before running off. I roll my eyes. I'm not letting him back in here.

Two hours later there's a knock on my door. I don't even look up from my computer. "Whats up?" I ask whoever is there.

"I told you we'd continue what we started." Shayne's voice comes from the door.

"Yeah, no. I get off in about 10 minutes and I'm going home and going to bed." I laugh.

"Then I'll come home with you." He suggests.

"No way." Shayne gives me puppy dog eyes and I give in. "Fine."