Agent Jack Whiskey is always hitting on you and you finally get fed up and really let him have it.

Then he tells you something that you never expected.

Swearing and innuendo.

.................

"Hello, sugar!" You roll your eyes and pretend not to hear. Agent Jack Whiskey is always hitting on you and you're pretty sick of him.

"Come on, darlin,'" Jack drawls. "Don't ignore me." Jack leans against the wall next to you. You still pretend not to see him.

Jack gently grabs your arm, turning you to face him. You gaze into his dark eyes and temporarily forget that you can't stand this asshole.

"Why are you always pretending like I don't exist?" You pull your arm away from Jack's gentle grasp

"Because I don't like you, asshole," you snap, not looking at him.

"I see." Jack pivots quickly and turns on his heel, walking away from you. You look up, watching as Jack is making his way down the long corridor.

You don't miss the way his shoulders are slumped. Shit.

..................

"Jack seems depressed today," Avery, a coworker says, giving you a pointed look.

"Why are you assuming that I have anything to do with that?"

"Jack's in love with you." You snort at the ridiculousness of that absurd statement.

Ha! What a joke! Jack Whiskey is 'in love' with every damn female that he comes in contact with.

"Yeah," you say. "Me and every other woman he comes across!"

"I don't think you're giving him a fair shot."

"Who died and made you the love boss?" You give Avery a scorching look.

"Nobody," Avery replies. "I just think you should give Jack a chance."

You lift up the pile of files into your arms and start walking away.

"Not happening, honey."

.....................

Footsteps approach you. You feel your body tense up, knowing damn well who it is.

The footsteps stop, but you don't bother to look up. You're nearly through with these files and then, you intend on heading straight for home, where you're going to order an extra large Supreme pizza and take a nice, long bubble bath.

"Y/N?"

"Don't bother me, Agent Whiskey." Jack walks over to you, gently pulling the file out of your hands and putting a gentle hand under your chin, forcing you to make eye contact with him.

"I'm not your enemy, my sweet girl."

"Don't touch me!" You angrily push Jack's fingers away from your face and grab the file.

"I know," Jack says softly. "When it comes to relationships, I fall at about a minus zero. However, I'm not as terrible as you make me out to be."

"Jack, just get it through your thick head!" You shout, completely losing your temper.

"I'm not interested in you!"

"I don't believe that."

"Believe whatever the hell you want to, asshole! Because you and me? It's never happening!"

You finish, snatch up your crap and rush out of there so fast that your head practically spins.

.................

You've just finished the entire pizza and had some champagne with it as you relax in the bathtub, bubbles piled high all around.

You sigh in contentment. This is the life, you think as you raise the champagne flute and down some more champagne.

You lean your head back against the bath pillow and close your eyes. You're exhausted and if you're not careful, you could fall asleep in here!

You decide that maybe it's best if you get out of the bathtub. Just as you're almost finished dressing yourself for bed, the doorbell rings.

You don't even have to check to know who it is. Why doesn't he just give up? You think irritably.

Jack Whiskey is so not your type. He's arrogant, obnoxious and just plain annoying! You certainly couldn't see yourself dating Jack Whiskey!

You drag your feet as you approach the front door and peer out through the little hole in the door.

Sure enough, there's Jack, standing there and...is that red roses he's holding? Oh. My. Gosh.

What is this? Some parody of a bad rom com?

Probably. You groan as you unlatch part of the door and peek your head out. Jack smiles brightly at you and holds the bouquet of roses towards you.

"Jack, please go away. I'm dog tired and I just want to sleep."

"I could assist with that," Jack says, still grinning broadly. Yuck! No flipping way!

"Goodbye, Jack." You start to close the door, but Jack pushes his way inside.

"Hey!" You exclaim angrily. "You can't just come barging into my home, you asshole! Leave!"

Jack sets the roses down and turns, grabbing you and kissing you. You fight against him, shoving him away and then...you slap him across the face.

Jack looks stunned. But only for a minute.

"I'm in love with you, Y/N," Jack murmurs softly. "I have been for a long time now. I just, please give me a chance?"

"Jack, you come barging into my home, uninvited and then proceed to kiss me! You're not a good person!"

Jack's shoulders slump and he backs up against the wall and lowers his gaze. Does he really think this crap is going to get you?

"I'm sorry. I'll leave." Jack walks out. He pauses at the threshold and speaks again without turning around.

"I know I'm not a good person, Y/N. I just thought. Never mind." And then, he's gone.

....................

Needless to say, you don't sleep well after that. You're so pissed off at Jack Whiskey!

He's got a lot of nerve, coming over like that and just barging into your home and announcing that he ..loves you?

What. The. Hell. How did he even come to that conclusion? You think as you head for the office the next morning.

Unfortunately, the first person you run into is... Jack. But he does something funny. He barely acknowledges you!

That's when it dawns on you: he really is in love with you. Oh, groan.

"Jack, wait up!" He stops and turns to look at you. That teasing twinkle that's usually in his eyes, is gone. Oh, god. You did that.

"I'm sorry," you apologize. "I'll... guess I'll give you a chance."

Jack's entire face lights up and he gives you a gentle squeeze.

"Thank you, darlin,'" he says. "Can I take you to one of my favorite spots after work?"

"As long as it's not a strip club."

"It's not. I'll see you after."

"Yeah. And, Jack?"

"Yes?"

"Be careful out there." He winks at you.

"Yes, ma'am."

.....................

Jack takes you to a spot up on the roof of the building! Surprisingly, it's a fantastic view of the city.

Jack has some champagne and sandwiches all set up on a blanket he's spread out, along with some candles.

"Wow," you say, highly impressed. "This is fantastic."

"I knew you'd approve." You sit down and enjoy your meal and then... Jack asks if he can...kiss you.

You almost laugh, but you don't want to hurt his feelings.

"Go ahead," you say. Jack gently kisses you and it's actually... nice.

"I'm sorry I was such a jackass the other night. I wasn't thinking clearly."

"No shit." Then... you're kissing him and Jack holds you carefully as you snuggle closer to him.

"This could work," he murmurs against your hair.

"We'll see. Just please don't act so damn overbearing?"

"I promise, darlin.'"