Every time I think back to that first night when Hannah and I went for dinner after work,
I want to punch myself in the face. Why the fuck didn't I kiss her? Why?
Now I'm sitting in my office, nursing a cup of coffee she just brought in for me and wondering
how her lips taste. Am I punking out, really? I am the Christian Holt, and I couldn't pull
myself together to kiss Hannah. Had it been someone else, my ass would have been in their
apartment with them begging to be fucked. What is wrong with me? A knock sounds on my door,
and when I look up, it's Hannah. Today she's wearing a canary yellow skirt and a black ruffled
top. That coupled with her black square framed glasses reminds me of a school teacher.
Um, I finished the files you asked for.
Great, I say, putting my coffee on my desk. I take the folder from her and do a quick browse.
Honestly, I don't check the work she gives me because it's always pristine.
I've learned that over the past year. And Hannah is right, she does need a raise,
but I'll get around to dealing with that.
Is that all?
She sets her hands in front of her.
Yes, yes, that's all.
She makes a turn and exits. It's been a week and a half and I'm going mad.
I want to ask her out on our first date, but I don't want to come off as if I'm bugging her.
Last week had already been a shitload to offload on her about my feelings,
so I want to take it slow.
But I'm losing my mind. When Hannah first became my assistant, I thought her to be too much.
She had this air about her that drove me nuts. Whenever I arrived at work, she had been there.
She doesn't take sick days and vacation days as often as she should.
And even when she's ill, she finds a way to get the work done, at home.
She comes in early and leaves late. It's like she's obsessed with her work.
I wanted to test her limits. I knew it was wrong, but I wanted to see if little
misperfect would crack. But she didn't, despite giving her tons of extra work.
Well, that was until two weeks ago when she scored a date through that foolish app.
Hannah had never gone off on me like the way she did last week, the time when I didn't
want her to be mad at me. She'd gone full rogue. And I loved it. I fucking loved it.
It. Expressing my feelings towards her had been the scariest and hardest thing I'd ever done.
Let's just say I hadn't been the perfect boss. My feelings for Hannah dawned on me
when I found out she had a fiancé. I didn't even know she had a fucking boyfriend until
he showed up with lunch. She'd been working late religiously in the evenings, so I never
thought to think she had someone. Only after the dickhead showed up, I realized she had a
ring on her finger. The thing was as thin as rice paper. No wonder I never saw it.
First off, the guy hadn't been good looking, and his cologne smelled terrible.
I remember the very day he'd been standing at her desk and telling her a joke. She laughed too
hard. And both of us knew that fucking shit wasn't funny. I decided to save her with more work.
Only when I returned to my office and listened to them talk outside, I realized I had a problem.
Why on earth would I interrupt Hannah on her lunch while talking with her fiancé?
Why did I need to see her break so badly? Why the fuck did I give her more work coming to
closing time? I was always fond of her, but the moment I knew it ran deeper was when I
caught her scrolling through a dating app and decided to download it myself.
I couldn't let her find someone else, not after that dickhead of her fiancé.
I preferred the single Hannah, the one that stayed late after work and kept me company while I
finished deadlines and returned calls. She took care of me, and even when my birthday came around,
she always bought me this small cupcake with a candle on it. I told her I hated it,
but in reality I fucking loved it. She'd been the only one to buy me something,
regardless of how I treated her. Of all the girls I've dated, not one of them called or
wished me anything, except Hannah. When she swiped right on me on the app, it was as if my heart
leapt out of my chest. Never had I felt elated about anything. It was as if I'd won the lottery.
Hannah liked me, or at least had something for me. It was all I needed. But everything came
tumbling when she asked to leave early. I had my suspicions that she met someone,
but I confirmed it when she'd been texting him.
Ryan. That toad sucker. Then in there I knew I needed to do something about it.
I thought I had time to think things through when she swiped right,
but after finding out about that Ryan guy, I had to act quickly.
Hannah knocks on my door again, poking her head inside.
Hannah, I'm going downstairs to the canteen. Need anything?
Not really, but anything to see her face again will do.
Ryan. Yeah, um, nuts. A pack of nuts.
Hannah. Cool.
Ryan. When she closes my door, I run to the glass and stared her ass in the yellow skirt.
She's like a pretty, pale teacher vampire. It's only a matter of time before she thinks I'm not
interested in her, so I need to do something about our first date.
Okay, the moment she returns, I'll ask her out. But where?
I'm searching for places to go when my door opens.
Hannah. I've got your nuts.
You didn't say what kind, so I brought you cashews, peanuts, and almonds.
Yeah, um, I eat all of them. Thanks.
Her phone goes off and she quickly looks at it, making my heart tense.
Suppose it's Ryan. Maybe she has been matched with someone else.
This is what I'm afraid of. Without even looking at me, she makes a turn and heads for the door.
Hannah.
She pauses.
Hmm? She is still looking at her phone screen and smiling.
How about we see a movie tonight?
A movie?
Yeah, um, our first date?
Oh, that. I thought you...
Thought I, what, didn't want to go out on a date anymore?
Well, I stand.
Of course I want to date you.
My mind has been on it for the longest while, trying to find the perfect one.
I don't need perfect Christian. I'm actually a simple gal.
I want to give you the world.
Hannah rolls her eyes.
I like the movies. We can do movies, Christian.
Are you sure? Am I going to lose points for this?
She chuckles.
No, Chris.
Good. Then I'll pick you up at seven.
Seven?
Yeah, you can leave five.
Oh, wow. Had I known dating you would grant me exclusive perks, I would have done this ages ago.
Ha ha.
She smiles and opens the door.
I guess I'll see you at seven, Christian.
I don't know why, but ever since I planned that impromptu date with Hannah,
my stomach has been giving me knots. I'm nervous. I don't want to mess this up.
And although HR has given us the okay and has not decided to split us up,
I still feel like I'm going to do something to fuck it up.
I pull up in front of her apartment and Hannah steps out with a crop top and jeans.
She's wearing a matching jeans jacket.
It's the first time I'm seeing her outside of work clothes and I'm loving it.
I get out and she pauses on the pavement.
Oh, no driver tonight?
I shake my head.
No, just me and you. I want to make this personal.
Okay. Hannah isn't in the car for a full minute and her scent already hypnotizes me.
It's like a mixture of fruit and musk, whatever it is. It's good.
So what are we going to watch?
Are you into old time movies?
Hmm.
Is that response a bad thing?
She smiles.
I do watch them.
It's just that I never took you as an old timer guy.
What?
I love old movies and shows.
My dad and I used to watch them all the time.
Oh, that's nice.
He passed when I was 16.
A quick glance at her and she's frowning.
I'm sorry.
It's fine. He was a great dad.
We pull up at the theater and just when we're about to head inside and get the tickets,
Hannah's stepped falters and she stumbles forward.
It's a good thing I have fast hands because she would have fallen flat on her face.
Shit. Oh God.
What? What's the matter?
She covers her eyes with her fingers.
This is so embarrassing.
Hannah.
She nods down at her feet and I can't help but chuckle.
The soul of her right shoe is detached and sitting on the floor in front of her.
This is so embarrassing. Oh my God.
It's fine.
No, it's not. My shoe just fell apart because of lack of use
and now I can't take another step further because I'll walk as if I have a peg leg.
I stifle my laugh. It's not a big deal for me, but I guess it's a horror scene for her.
She slaps me across my shoulder.
It's not funny, Christian.
I'm not laughing.
She lets out a huff of air.
How about I get the car and we go get you a change of shoes?
But the movie. I'm so sorry, Chris.
It's fine. It's only a movie. We can always watch something else.
She shakes her head, pressing her palm against her cheek.
Her pale face now has some color because of how overwhelmed and embarrassed she is.
And I must say, I like this Hannah too.
I'll be right back.
When I pull up by the sidewalk, Hannah is hugging herself.
She has now relieved herself of both shoes and holding it in her hands.
She is even prettier barefooted.
She gets into the car and leans her head back on the headrest,
as if she's just finished one of the most difficult exams ever.
Don't worry. It's okay, Han.
I think I just ruined our date.
Our date isn't ruined.
Besides, this date is nothing without you and you're here with me.
That's the most important thing.
Hannah gives me a small smile.
But I think she's still convinced that she has ruined our date.
I can drive her around all night and still find tonight wonderful.
My car smells nice, and I don't think I want to ever go driving without her scent in it.
We pull up at her apartment and I find a parking spot.
When we get upstairs and Hannah unlocks her door,
she pauses for a second and then glances at me.
Um, you can come in.
She opens her door wider and I step in.
Hannah's place is neat. It's much smaller than mine, but it's...
Hannah.
There's a couch and a small kitchen,
and I assume the two doors lead to the bathroom and her bedroom.
Nice place.
Thanks. I just got it.
It's a major upgrade from the last one.
She chucks her shoes in a corner and disappears through one of her doors.
I settle on the couch and reach for the snow globe on the coffee table.
Um...
Hannah moves in front of me and her feet are still bare.
Yeah? What's wrong?
I... I was thinking...
Since I ruined our...
You didn't ruin anything.
She puts a finger in the air.
Well, since the movie has already started,
I was wondering if I can make up by making you a meal or something.
A meal?
She nods.
Oh, okay. Cool.
Truthfully, my insides are stirring because I can take Hannah's company with a meal in a cozy place like this any day.
Are you sure?
Yeah, I'm sure.
What are you gonna make?
Noodles and meatballs.
Can I help?
She eyes me like I'm crazy.
You cook?
Of course I do.
My mom taught me how to make a mean meatball.
I roll up my sleeve.
And since I'm the one who's supposed to be trying to impress you,
I think I should do it.
Hmm.
Just tell me where the stuff is.
Hannah looks at me, still not convinced that I can cook or do anything besides barking orders.
Hannah?
All right.
By the time we are finished with everything, it's minutes to ten.
Much later than we anticipated we would be eating.
But it was goddamn worth it.
Having Hannah around is like a godsend.
She's like the perfect girl.
We are sitting on the couch watching a movie,
and halfway through the night,
sitting on the couch watching a movie, and halfway through our meal when she sighs.
This is so good, Christian.
I need the recipe.
But you have the recipe.
I need it written down.
How about whenever you need it, you call me and we'll make it together.
Better yet, you can move in with me so you don't have to...
Christian.
She lets out a breath.
Can't a guy at least try?
This is literally our first date and you're talking about moving in together?
Sure.
Haven't I sold you enough?
She rolls her eyes.
Your recipe can get you another date.
Is that a bribe?
I touch my chin.
Hmm.
She sets her plate on the coffee table.
While I have only two meatballs left on my plate and some noodles,
she has eaten all of hers and remains with one meatball.
Saving the best for last?
Yes, and I'm also eyeing yours.
She rises.
Do you want more wine?
Wine?
Yeah, thanks.
I didn't know you were a wine guy.
I'm more of a dry red guy, but sweet will do.
Besides, I'm trying to work up some courage.
Hannah fetches the bottle from her cabinet and opens it with the wine opener.
Courage to do what?
I set my plate down and join her in the kitchen.
Let me help you with that.
I share her glass first and then mine.
Christian.
I take a sip of my wine admiring her over the rim of the glass.
Courage to do what, Christian?
Ah, fuck it.
I throw all of the wine down my throat and set the glass down.
To do this?
I pull her towards me, sealing our lips together.
Let's just say that I've been late to this because Hannah deepens the kiss between us.
Her tongue is down my fucking throat,
and now I'm wondering why the fuck I didn't do this a long time ago.
The glass slips from her hands, spilling on the table when I push her against the countertop.
She is just as I imagined.
Sweet, soft, and so fucking good.
I want to taste her, all of her, but she doesn't allow it.
She has a hold on me and I can't stop tasting her lips, her tongue.
Fucking hell.
I pull away from her.
Hannah.
She's breathy, heady.
Her hair is all tousaled from dragging my fingers through it.
I don't want to be the jerk of a guy who fucks you on the first date.
I want this for us, Han.
I don't want you to think of me as…
She puts her finger on my lips.
Shhh.
My cock is so fucking hard that I want to bend her over right here and have my way.
But I want to be nice.
I want to be the gentleman.
Have I ever told you that I've always had a crush on you?
My heart jumps to my chest.
Whatever you do to me now, Christian, I won't hate you.
I want this as much as you do.
I should rethink this.
She's had three glasses of wine.
Maybe it's the wine talking.
Hannah begins loosening my belt.
Hannah.
She fists the shoulder of my tunic and slides her palm up my stomach.
I thought you love giving orders, Christian.
I fist her hair and tug her to my lips, plunging my tongue down her throat.
She lets out a moan and that's all I need for me to continue.
Turn around.
I command.
When she takes long enough, I turn her myself, making her gasp.
I yank her pants down and relieve myself of my jeans.
She bends over, clutching onto the edge of her countertop.
Hannah's ass is perfect.
It's pale, round and just fucking perfect.
I pull her panties aside and plunge into her.
Christian.
God, she feels awesome.
I let my bear cock slap into her as if she were mine.
As if she was my plaything.
Ah.
Fuck.
She squeezes around me, sending me into madness.
I groan out loud, no longer able to keep my rhythm.
This is too good.
I'm gonna come too fast.
Fuck.
I need to stop, but Hannah pushes back onto me, sinking my cock deeper into her sweet pussy.
I pull her upright and hug her close to me like a fucking hostage.
She tries to move, but I'm long gone for this.
Then my cock bursts into her and it's like fucking heaven.
Shit.
Fucking shit.
I release her and she falls away.
Her eyes are unreadable and darting about the room.
It was too fast.
I came too fucking fast.
What am I, a teenager?
You...
You just came inside me.
So, she isn't mad about me coming in less than three minutes?
Christian.
I pull my pants up.
I'm clean, Hannah.
We can't just sit and watch.
I'm not gonna let her go.
I'm clean, Hannah.
We can go get tested in the morning, but I'm clean.
I...
I'm not on the pill.
I...
I can get pregnant.
Fuck.
She holds her head.
This...
This was reckless.
I was reckless.
I haven't been on the pill because I knew I wouldn't be dating.
Or, or even having sex.
Oh god.
I hold her.
If it makes you feel better, it doesn't matter if you're pregnant.
I'll take care of our kid.
Of us.
She rips herself away.
Christian, we aren't even together.
I take her by the shoulders.
Hans.
If you want, we can always get a plan B, but I won't ever forsake our kid.
And if you want, we can be together now.
We can be a couple.
I'm all for it.
I'm just waiting on you.
You.
She glances away, biting her lip.
Hannah.
I'm sorry.
We should have used protection.
It's...
It's not all on you.
I wanted it too.
She scrambles to pull up her pants.
Then...
She sighs.
I'm more worried about her not wanting to be with me because I came too fucking fast than
thinking about a kid.
At this point in my life, I'm ready to settle down.
I'm ready to go all in with Hannah, but I know I've got a lot of work to do,
seeing that I'd been a complete jackass with her over the years.
So I know I need to give her some time.
Despite having spur of the moment sex, I don't regret a thing and I'll do it again.
As long as it's with her.
Do you want us to go get the plan B now?
There's a quick shop we pass down the road.
She shakes her head hugging herself.
I... I'm okay.
Does that mean she's okay with getting pregnant with my kid?
I hope so.
How did I even get to the point of being happy about getting a chick pregnant?
A year ago, I wanted to wear two condoms and made sure to have my
bloods done for every goddamn thing.
But with her.
With Hannah.
It's like I don't fucking care what happens.
Are you sure?
I'm sorry to put you in this predicament on our first date.
It's fine, Christian.
I'm fine. She peers over my shoulder.
Do you still want your meatballs?
I glance over my shoulder, stunned by the sudden change in the conversation.
I smile.
Weren't we getting a glass of wine for it?
She faces the counter, staring at the tipped over glasses with spilled wine on the table in the floor.
Shit.
Don't worry. I'll clean it up. You can help yourself.
I'm not even finished with my statement when Hannah darts over to the coffee table
and shoves one of my meatballs in her mouth.
Wow.
She laughs.
You offered?
You're lucky I like you, Hans.
She stuffs the other one in her mouth.
Or else what?
Or else?
She screams when I reach over and grab her plate, stuffing the last meatball in my mouth.
Christian.
Now you gotta have a second date with me for the recipe.
She rolls her eyes.
I think we are past second dates.
Shit.
My eyes widen.
Does...does that mean...
She nods.
Yes.
I can't believe this is the same Christian Holt who used to make my life hell.
Oh baby, I've just gotten started with the real me. Prepare to be halted.
Hannah bursts into laughter.
Holted?
Love bombed, baby.
Oh my god. You're going nuts.
She has no idea how in love I am with her, but I know for sure that she's about to find out.
Nuts for you, baby. Nuts for you.
Hey Raiders, you have met the end of My Jerk Boss, part three.
This season is over, but I'll be sending out another note on season two.
Stay tuned and talk to you soon. Bye.