The walk to the apartment takes longer than the usual ten minutes because we keep stopping to kiss and grope at one another. Each landing of my four story walk up finds Fin's fingers creeping further and further up my skirt. By the time we're at my door, I've untucked his shirt and undone two additional buttons to the top one he had open when he first met me. I'm grasping his belt as he kisses me against the door.

Suddenly we hear the deadbolt unlatch and Fin pulls me away from the door as it is opens. Jane stands there with eyes wide, in her grubbiest pajamas. A spoon hangs from her mouth and a peanut butter jar is in her hand. Fin is smoothing his messy curls and tucking his shirt in.

Jane stammers from behind the spoon, her voice garbled from her sticky mouthful. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry... Don't let me interrupt! I thought you might have locked yourself out again Millie." I tug my dress back into place. "Jane, this is Fin. Fin, this is Jane." Fin extends the hand that had just been helping that dress askew."Very nice to meet you Jane." She wipes her hand on her black leggings first before she shakes. There is a noticeable smudge of peanut butter on her pants now.

I snicker as I follow her into the apartment. "Classy Janie." She sticks her tongue out at me and heads towards our kitchen. "Says the girl who's practically having sex on the landing..." Fin laughs and calls out behind her back. "Please don't be a cock-block Jane! I only just got Millie to agree to kiss me after seventeen days." She pokes her head back out from the kitchen. "I like him Millie! He seems to know what you need."

As soon as Jane is back in the kitchen clattering dishes around noisily, Fin is back at me. He pushes me against my desk. The cup of pencils and pens rattles.  I grab his ass and his phone vibrates in his back pocket against my hand. Fin ignores it. I'm willing to ignore it too since I have better things to focus on, like his hand is on my thigh. He pushes my legs further apart and settles himself closer between them. His lips travel from my mouth to my clavicle and the phone vibrates again. "Fin... your phone..."

He sucks my earlobe. "Whoever it is can get stuffed..."  When he lifts me onto the desk, I wrap my legs around him and begin to unbutton his shirt again. But the damn phone vibrates against my leg. So I pull it from his pocket and press it to his chest. "Answer it..." He groans as I push him a step back toward the front door and bathroom, where he heads to take his call.

Obviously Jane was listening, because she immediately comes back into the living room. She bites her knuckles and mouths silently at me. "Oh my God Millie!" Then she jumps up and down in place while silently slapping my shoulder repeatedly. I press my lips together to keep from laughing. I brush her off and pantomime "Cut it out!" as I glance down the hallway to watch Fin by the front door. Jane takes the hint. "I'm off to bed... Night Millie. Nice to meet you Fin!" He takes the phone from his ear for a second to bellow back down the hallway. "Same here. G'Night Jane."

Despite his friendly tone for my roommate, Fin is scowling as he returns to his call. My gut is telling me something is wrong. I move the curtains aside to see his car double parked at the curb. The driver is standing outside having a cigarette. The parquet floor squeaks behind me broadcasting Fin's approach. I close the curtain to look at him. "Everything okay?"

Fingers scratching through his lovely curls, he shakes his head no. "That was my publicist Marcy. She's in town because I have a media day tomorrow for Shakespeare in the Park. But she's just got a flurry of calls. The pictures from the ferry are already online."

The drastic drop from the supreme high of moments ago to the current low as I realize that I'm probably going to be fired tomorrow, makes me want to vomit. "Fuck that was fast! Which ones? The reporter or the tourists?"

He grimaces. "Both. The reporter already sold the ones from the terminal to a gossip site, while the selfies I took with the tourists on the boat are up on Twitter. Marcy asked if I wanted to make a statement. I don't like to comment on my personal life, although with Violet I eventually did because things got serious between us..." I nod my head thinking that must be the end of his answer, but Fin keeps talking. "And normally I wouldn't ever make a decision like this without speaking to you about it first... but since I know you're worried about your position with the agency, I told her to continue with the rote answer."

I bite my cheek as I wonder exactly how serious Fin is about us. Would he have made a statement if I wasn't worried about getting fired? But I'm too shy to ask him. I open the curtain again. "Your driver is waiting."

Fin stands beside me to look out the window and places a hand on my ass. "I asked him to come because I didn't want to make any assumptions. But I can tell him to leave and come back later... or you can pack a bag and come to my place. I have to be up and about early because of the morning shows Marcy has lined up. Tell me what you want to do Millie."

My adrenaline rush of the past two hours is completely spent. The full force of this roller coaster of a day is hitting me. I slump against the wall behind me to weigh my options.  Ever the talented actor, Fin sees my change in posture and reads my body language. He pulls me into his arms. "You suddenly look knackered and I think that's my answer."

He kisses me softly and I melt further into his embrace. "It's just... I know that tomorrow I'm going to get more questions regarding why I was with you today. Eric isn't going to accept 'no comment' as my answer. I'm probably going to be packing up my desk."

He rubs my back. "You don't have to explain yourself to me. In fact, I should be the one apologizing to you. I know how difficult it is dealing with the paparazzi and the invasion of privacy that comes along with getting involved with me. I'm going to have to field my fair share of questions tomorrow as well... Every host is going to ask about you..."

"I'm sorry. I was only thinking of how this affects me." I cover my face with my hands but he pulls them away. "Nevermind that... Look, I really want to make this work Millie. Let me take you on proper date on Friday night. Call me romantic, but I would honestly prefer our first time together not be some hasty, half-hearted rumpy-pumpy with your roommate in the next room and a driver waiting to take me home after... that can come later..." He pulls me against him for emphasis and chuckles into my neck. I swat his ass. "Very funny..."

Then I look in his eyes. They are tender and hesitant. His lips are parted slightly. I see his tongue press against the back of his teeth and I feel his lungs constrict as he holds his breath. Truly, he is giving me his best puppy dog face while he waits for my answer. "Okay. Let's try a date on Friday." His face splits into an immense grin and he hugs me harder. "Brilliant!" Then he crushes his mouth against mine once more.

In this moment he reminds me of the enthusiastic teen boys I made out with in high school, although he's a much better kisser. His tongue is doing things that make me think a "rumpy-pumpy" wouldn't be so bad right now. As my hands go back to his belt buckle, Fin steps backward and clucks his tongue at me. "Now, now, Millie Stevens. I thought you were going to let me court you properly."

I hold my hands up in a sign of surrender and he winks at me. "You know, I'm not just a piece of man-meat you can have your way with. Although my John Thomas agrees with you. And while I like my trousers a bit tight, they leave little to the imagination. No need to give my driver Mike an eyeful when I come outside. Don't want to make things any more uncomfortable for the ride home." Fin adjusts his pants, shaking his leg to the side. I laugh at his little dance. "This from the man who wanted to do things to me in the back of that car two hours ago..."

He sniffs. "I'm sure Mike would much prefer watching me snog you in the back, over looking at my knob strain against my zip." I bite my lip and tilt my head to the side as I take in an eyeful of the situation. "Then Mike doesn't know what he's missing..."