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Benedict Cumberbatch/Original Female Character
Benedict Cumberbatch, Original Character, Original Female
Character(s), Martin Freeman, Amanda Abbington
Romance, Romantic Comedy, Romantic Fluff, Drama, Celebrities
Published: 2013-08-18 Updated: 2014-08-25 Chapters: 24/? Words:
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The Assistant
by onceuponanobsessedfan
Summary

Benedict Cumberbatch hires a new PA that sparks his interest.

Notes

Im so so so SO sorry for this hot mess. Im not even British. Some characters are made
up. Some are real, like Bens niece, Emily. Should I even continue? Let me know. Thanks
for reading!

Introductions

CHAPTER 1
Avery Lorris tapped her foot nervously in the foyer of the posh London flat in Chelsea. It was an
unusually hot afternoon in May and she was almost certain she was sweating through her navy
blue sport coat. Avery adjusted the hem of her stockings and smoothed her pencil skirt. She
brushed her long brown hair from her face and cursed that she hadn't gotten a haircut sooner.
Long hair made her look like a childa shorter 'do would have made her appear more
professional, less desperate for work. Avery could have knocked her roommate, Nani, on the gob
for convincing her to leave it long.
And now she could feel sweat rolling down the back of her neck. Great. Avery could hear voices
in the next room, two men, one a low baritone and the other higher, more nasally. She tapped her
Prada pump (a knock-off, but who could tell the difference?) impatiently and straightened her
back. She had everything she needed laid out neatly on her lapnotebook, legal pad, manila
folder with her resume tucked inside, even a pair of reading glasses. She didn't actually need them,

folder with her resume tucked inside, even a pair of reading glasses. She didn't actually need them,
but she had popped by the drugstore and bought a pair of cheaters just in case she went blind
within the next hour-and-a-half.
Avery breathed in and out slowly through her mouth. She smelled her lapel and dug in her coin
purse for a miniature bottle of perfume. She spritzed a little on her wrists and rubbed them along
her neck. Avery sat up higher on the salmon couch and craned her neck to look at her reflection in
the gilded mirror across the hall. Lipstick? Check. Mascara? Check? Foundation? Well . . . even a
layer of foundation couldn't cover the freckles streaked under her blue eyes and across her nose.
She scrunched her face and tossed her curled hair over her shoulder.
The door to the next room opened and Avery stood quickly, spilling the contents of her lap onto
the floor. A shorter man with thinning hair and a posh jumper looked down at the young woman.
Mrs. Lorris?
Uhit's Ms., actually. She scrambled to pick up her papers and notebooks, clutching them to
her chest, then stood and stuck her hand out. Pleasure to meet you, mister, uh
Call me Frank. Y'need help with those? he asked.
No, no thank you, Avery stammered. She shuffled her belongings until they were neatly stacked
and tucked them under her arm. The young brunette grabbed her purse from the couch and swung
it over her shaking arm. Why was she so damn nervous? I'm ready if he is.
Frank nodded, opened the door to the other room, and gestured inside. Avery took a last breath
and walked in with quivering knees. The room was actually a study, with tall windows and cherry
wood bookshelves, a rather modern-looking light fixture straight off the rack from Tesco, and a
lovely cream sofa before a small unlit fireplace. Towards the middle of the room between two
bookshelves was a large oak desk with green felt, covered in books and stacks of papers. Behind
the desk, on a crimson armchair, was the man who would be interviewing her.
Frank closed the door and announced, Ben, she's here.
The man behind the desk, hidden behind the piles of mysterious papers, peeked his head around
and looked at Frank, then at Avery. Please come in.
But Avery couldn't move. She was suddenly terrified of messing up his last name, even though
she had studied this man like the back of her hand. His first name was easy to remember
Benedict like the eggs, her favoritebut the last bit somehow got chewed up in the cogs of her
brain. Cucumber . . . no, Cumburbon . . . no, oh shit
The man Frank had called Ben stood from the desk. He was a bean pole, 6'0, with a mop of curly
black hair and a pair of average khakis and a red shirt. He was barefoot. He smiled amiably, those
now-famous high cheekbones practically splitting the room in half.
Frank, Lord bless him, reminded Avery to move by placing his hand on her arm and ushering her
towards a chair opposite of the cluttered desk. He said his goodbyes and breezed out of the room,
leaving Avery alone with the tall, handsome actor with the funny last name she still couldn't
remember. Cumple . . . Cumberbon . . . come-the-fuck-on!
Tea?
Avery jumped. She whipped her head to the voice and BenBenedictwas near the fireplace,
pouring himself a cuppa from the coffee table.
Yes, please. She cleared her throat painfully.

It wasn't like Avery hadn't worked with handsome men before, or even celebrities. There were
plenty of good-looking, wealthy chaps in her old PR firm, and her work with Carlton Briggs from
Coronation Street gave her a taste of celebrity life in London. She was a professional, goddamn it,
and professionals didn't get hung up on potential employers who just happened to be one of
Britain's biggest stars.
Sugar? Benedict asked.
No, thank you.
Avery clutched at her notepad and folder tightly. She felt like she should be serving him tea,
maybe even fetching him a pair of slippers for the chilly wood floor. She leaned over and watched
him prepare his drink. Avery took a pen from her purse and flipped to a clean page of her legal
pad. She scribbled two sugar and dash milk and underlined each confection.
Benedict came back around to the desk and handed her a steaming cup. Thank you, Avery said.
Her potential employer crinkled his dark brows together as he looked down at her. What are you
writing?
Avery glanced at her handwriting. Uh, just making note of how you like your tea.
Instead of giving her a puzzled look as she feared, the man simply laughed and sat back down
behind the desk. He planted his cup on a book and moved the large stacks of papers to the floor.
I apologize for the mess, he said. My agent keeps giving me scripts to look over and I still can't
find my draft of the next Sherlock episode.
Right, Avery said with a small laugh. She sipped her tea, wishing she had asked for milk, and
was struck by how normal Mr. Cumber-something was. On telly he was a sharp-witted,
mechanical detective with a tasteful disdain for normal people, but here in this office on this
bright Sunday afternoon, he looked like a regular man with a regular 9-to-5 job. He could have
been a professor if Avery hadn't known any better, or maybe a banker.
Now, Benedict said, leaning back in his chair. Ms. Lorris
Avery, the young woman blurted. You can call me Avery, Mr. Cumberbatch.
Cumberbatch! Avery thought. Nailed it!
Please call me Ben, the actor said, grinning. He drank from his cuppa and looked around his
still-cluttered desk.
Oh, here, Avery pulled out her resume and handed it to the dark-hair man. She crossed her legs
at the ankle and sat up straight, ready to be grilled.
Benedict studied the resume intently, his bluish-green eyes rolling across the paper like marbles.
He pursed his lips and nodded every so often. Oxford, eh? he said finally. Good school.
I did my MBA in Manchester, Avery added.
Yes, I see. Graduated 1st, very nice. Ben took another sip of tea, stroked his long chin and
nodded at the paper before him. You worked three years at McCougher and Sons in Bristol . . .
He looked over at Avery and asked sincerely, Why did you leave?
Bankruptcy, she said. The company, not me. I decided to get out before they went completely

under.
Benedict nodded and turned his attention back to the resume. You were a PA for Carlton
Briggs?
Avery nodded. Yes, just over a year.
How was that?
He grabbed my arse at a press junket. Avery stopped. Her eyes widened. Benedict looked up
from the resume, equally as stunned as her. Avery could feel the blood draining from her face.
Oh, God, did I? She set her cup of tea on the desk. I-I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have said that.
It's all right
No, legally, I shouldn't have said that. I signed a non-disclosure agreement when I quit, and if he
or his manager found out I told you that
Avery.
The young woman looked at Ben. It was the first time he used her name, and she liked the way it
sounded on his tonguelow and drawn-out, almost a purr. He tilted his head forward and smiled
at her.
I won't tell a soul. Promise.
Avery smiled nervously and nodded. Right. Thank you.
I've never met the man myself, but he sounds like a fucking prick, anyway. Benedict stood and
walked over once more to the coffee table by the fireplace. Biscuit?
Avery swallowed the dryness in her throat. She felt the muscles in her back relax. Yes, please.
They continued the interview with more ease in the air, munching on shortbread cookies and
drinking tea. Avery was finally brave enough to ask for milk and the dashing actor jumped at the
chance to accommodate her. With the subject of her extensive educational background exhausted,
they moved to Avery's time after universityworking in public relations, scheduling interviews
for talk show hosts like Tricia, her time as a personal assistant for the ghastly Carlton Briggs and
the very lovely Anita Thornway from series seven of Doctor Who. Avery made sure to highlight
her attention to detail, her almost compulsive obsession with keeping things in order, and the fact
that she could leave the country at a moment's notice, no problem.
Can I ask what happened to your last PA? Avery asked.
She wondered, despite his courtesy, if Mr. Cumberbatch had a different side to him when the
cameras were off. It was the question every personal assistant faced when prospecting for new
employerswere they the kind of celebrities who threw coffee in their assistant's faces, or did
they buy their PA's cars and luxury houses? Only a few celebrities were so generous, Avery was
told, and so far (despite Carlton Brigg's grabby hands) she had lucked out with reasonable
requests from her employers.
My last PA was actually my niece, Emily, Benedict said. He was standing by the window now,
inspecting the weather outside with a second cup of tea in hand. She went off to uni last month.
What's she studying? Avery asked.

Art history, Ben replied. He paused, then turned to Avery with a brow raised. Do you like
art?
Avery blinked. She tried to guess how this was relevant to her interview, but decided to humor
him, nonetheless. I like it well enough.
The handsome actor grinned, then sat back down at his desk. He rummaged in the drawers and
pulled out a slip of paper. Can you be in Bristol next week? Ben asked, scribbling on the paper
with a chewed-up pen.
Avery's foot slipped and came uncrossed at the ankle. Was he asking her to be his assistant? Was
this just another hypothetical question for the interview? Yes. Can I?
I'm giving you the number of my lawyer, Benedict continued. He'll draw up the usual
rigamarole of paperworknondisclosure agreements about my work, personal life . . . the actor's
eyes traveled away from the paper and he mumbled to himself, lost in thought, must ask him to
make up a contract for you, as well
Excuse me, please.
Benedict stopped and looked up at Avery as if coming out of a dream.
Sorry, but . . . does this mean I've got the job? she asked.
Ben smiled. If you'll have it, I'd be happy to take you in. You're more than qualified.
For the first time in months, Avery's face burst into happiness and she sprang from her chair. She
beamed at the actor, jittery with excitement to finally have a paycheck after such a spell of bad
luck. Thank you so much! I-I'd love toI mean Avery say back down quickly, smoothed her
skirt, and regained her professional composure. I'm very pleased with you offer, sir.
Ben, the actor said.
Avery laughed. Ben, yes. She stuck her hand out suddenly as if to halt him. And what I said
before, about Carlton Briggs, I assure you won't happen again.
Benedict set his pen down, folded the paper in half, and handed it to Avery. Don't worry, I have
no intention of grabbing your arse.
Avery chuckled, tilted her face down so he couldn't see the crimson flushing her cheeks, and
nodded. Thank you, siruh, Ben. Thank you so much."

A Posh Bloke
Chapter Summary

Avery's roommate, Nani, grills her about her interview. Benedict gets a phone call
from his mother.

CHAPTER 2
Before Avery could even get the key in the lock, her roommate Nani opened their flat door and
screaming in her face.
Oh. My. GAWD! Tell me everything! What's he like? Did you get the job? Tell me everything!
Avery smirked and brushed past her friend into the apartment. Judging by the masseuse table she
laid out in the living room, Nani either had a client or she and her fiance Raj had gotten frisky
during his lunch break. The tiny flat was drenched in the smell of Indian cooking. Nani had been
making chickpeas again.
Well, first off, I got the job.
Nani squealed and clapped her hands. Of course you did, of course! When do you start?
Next week, Avery responded. She set her briefcase on the faded maroon couch and took her
jacket off. Nani buzzed around her like an impatient five-year-old wanting birthday cake. Avery
kicked her heels off, set her feet up on the coffee table, and smiled to herself.
So what's he like? Nani asked, sitting next to her friend.
"He's . . . quite normal, actually.
Avery could tell her friend wasn't satisfied by the way she crinkled her nose. Nani was normally
quite a stunning person, with rich mocha skin, large brown eyes, and plump lips, but she always
looked a bit plain when she pouted. Avery didn't know what else to say. It was a smooth
interview, despite her skittishness, and her new boss was as kind as she had hoped. Avery decided
to throw Nani a bone.
He is quite charming, she said.
Nani grinned widely. I knew it. She laid back against the couch dreamily. Is he really as tall in
person? I'd climb him like a tree.
Nanita! Avery laughed. What about Raj?
We have an understanding. Nani sat up and tugged on Avery's arm. Can I meet him sometime?
I could come to work with you for lunch or
We'll be in Bristol, Avery said. I don't think your clients can handle that long without you.
Speaking of which . . . Avery turned her back to her friend and wiggled her shoulders. It was
custom for Nani to give her a shoulder massage after a hard day's work, and since Avery had been
unemployed for months, her back was riddled with knots.

As Nani worked Avery with her skilled hands, she sighed and said, You're so lucky. I'd give
anything to follow that man around for a day. Nani stopped suddenly and leaned into Avery's
ear. I'm never going to see you again, am I? You'll be living the jet-set life with a celebrity, and
I'll be stuck here with Raj and his cricket team making raisin naan.
Avery chuckled. I'm sure I'll have some down time. And I'll still help you with the rent, don't
worry. She moaned as Nani kneaded a kink next to her spine. D'you know what the weirdest bit
was?
Eh?
He asked me if I like art.
Nani paused for a moment, then moved her fingers towards Avery's shoulders. What's the
word?
Art. Why do you think he would've asked me that?
Nani shrugged. Dunno. He's a posh bloke. It probably matters to him.
Yeah . . . Avery crinkled her brows together. Nani was probably right, except he didn't seem
that haughty to her. His name and accent were posh enough, to be sure, but he was barefoot at
their interview and his desk was a pig-stye. She found it hard to believe he was terribly interested
in what kind of artists she preferred or whether of not she read the right kind of books. If he
turned out to be a proper snob, Avery would turn blue in disbelief.
C'mon, Nani slapped her friend on the back. Let's have a drink to celebrate. She bounced to
the kitchen and came back with a bottle of sherry and two glasses.
Avery settled into the couch and smiled up at her friend. Got any curry left?
Don't push it. Nani handed her flatmate a glass and raised her own. To my dearest mate since
uni . . . congrats on the gig, and may you find a way to shag his brains out by the time you retire.
Nani, please!
Oh, you and your bloody professionalism. Nani pointed to her friend. I'll let you have some
curry if you at least admit he's cute.
Avery lowered her glass carefully. Her playful smile melted. Of course she thought Benedict was
cute. The man was more that cute, he was mind-numbingly handsomethe kind of handsome
that came from little girls dreaming of Prince Charming and medieval knights holding roses. He
was the kind of handsome that made your teeth ache, made you want to curl into a ball and sob.
And the way he looked at Avery, just during the interview like a professional, made her want to
scream down the streets of Kensington. His eyes had been so focused, his mouth curled in a
barely-there smile. He did everything with purpose, as if he would be disappointing someone if he
didn't give the task his utmost attention. It was, Avery suspected, what made him such a bloody
good actor.
Fine, Avery said. He's a very good-looking man.
Obviously. Nani motioned her head towards the kitchen. Have at it, then. And change your
clothes, we're going out tonight.
0000000

The phone rang sometime around eight o'clock. Benedict was sitting on the balcony outside his
room reading his script when he heard it. He knew who it was, didn't even have to check the
caller ID. It always rang differently when they called.
Ben pressed the phone to his ear. Hey, Mum.
Hello, darling. Are you busy?
Not too busy for you. He sat on the bed and rolled his shirtsleeves up, feeling sprightly. Maybe
it was the evening air, the soft colors of the sunset, or the cigarette he had earlier while he scanned
his lines. Whatever it was, he didn't want the feeling to go away.
Your father wants to know if you're still coming 'round next weekend for brunch.
Ben could practically see his mother pacing the parlor back home, touching pictures on the mantle,
checking the clock, fiddling with her hair. The familiarity made him smile. Sure, what time?
Eleven. Wanda paused. Do you remember my friend, Beverly? From my bridge club.
Mum, you hate bridge. Why do you insist on going?
Anyway, Bev has a daughter named Shirley. She's a lovely thing, just got back from Jakarta on a
Greenpeace mission or some such
Ben held the phone away from his ear as his mother talked. She only rambled when she was
nervous or excited, and judging by her tone, his mother was most definitely excited to fix him up.
He loved her more than anything, but he couldn't stand another round of matchmaking, the third
this year. Ben put the phone back to his ear.
Mum
and she has a cat, but I think it got run over last week
Mum, please! He lowered his voice and calmly, I'm not in the market for a girl right now.
That's not what you said in your Esquire interview! Wanda said. A wife and kids, you said
I was half naked in that spread, for God's
Like I've never wiped your arse before, mister. Listen. Wanda cleared her throat. Her days as an
actress were shining through now. Ben sensed a monologue coming. You come around next
week, I'll have Bev and Shirley over. We'll have a nice cup of tea, you take her on a tour of the
garden, and you can go about your merry way. It's not a life sentence, darling, it's just eggs. Then,
God willing, a Christmas wedding
Benedict laughed. Mum.
I'm kidding. But do think about it.
Ben tilted the receiver away from his mouth so she wouldn't hear him sigh. Fine. Only for you.
There's a boy. The smile came back to Wanda's voice. How was your day?
Good. Benedict stood from the bed and paced his room. The sun had ducked below the
buildings now and the first purple-black of night sky was peeking overhead in the east. He closed
the balcony windows. I hired a new PA today.

How lovely. Anyone I know?

No, she's new. A bit flighty, but she's good. She even took down how I like my tea. He smiled,
remembering. It was quirky and endearing. Ms. Lorris had been scrambling to make a good
impression, but Ben knew the second she walked in the door that she was the one. She was his
new assistant.
I hope you bring her to brunch, Wanda said. Though Shirley might get the wrong idea.
Ben rolled his eyes and chuckled. He never met a Shirley he thought was attractivenice enough,
sure, but only in a buddy sort of way. Avery, however, was a name he hadn't heard since primary
school. She was a girl in class with red hair and a single freckle below her nose that called him
'Bendybutt Cucumber.' The name stuck for a month and it was only afterward that he realized she
made fun of him because she fancied him.
Ben looked out the window and smiled. Avery. Now that was an attractive woman's name. Ms.
Lorris had a pretty smile and kind eyes. It made his decision to hire that much easier, not that looks
were a part of the criteria, per say. He also liked her earnestness. He liked that she mucked up and
told him about that wanker Carlton Briggs. He especially liked that she was fond of art. Never
trust a woman who disdains art of any kind, his father told him. He would have to look further
into it later to determine just how well she liked it.
Darling?
Ben blinked. He didn't realized the phone had slipped down his jaw. Sorry, Mum. He whirled
around in a sudden knot of confusion. Uhm, I've actually got to go now. I have about a thousand
pages to look over
Say no more. Don't forget about brunch, yeah?
Right. Give my love to Dad.
Will do. I love you, sweetie.
Ben smiled. Love you too, Mum.
He hung up the phone slowly, his heart twisting a little. It always hurt to part with her even after a
short conversation. She was his best friend and closest confidante, had been there for him every
step of the way on his journey to stardom. He almost hoped Shirley would turn out to be The One
so as not to break his mother's heart.
Benedict crossed the room and opened the nightstand drawer for a cigarette. He lit up and took a
turn about the room, running through lines and tomorrow's to-dos and who to call in the morning.
He was excited to be back in Bristol soon shooting for Sherlock. He missed Martin and Amanda,
missed the large table and florescent lights of the writer's room. Going back felt like going to
school again, lunch pail in hand and new clothes fresh from the package.
He hoped Ms. Lorris would be up for the coming task.

Bristol
Chapter Summary

Avery has her first day on the job in Bristol with Benedict.

CHAPTER 3
Thankfully, Avery wasn't the only one on the train to Bristol with Benedict. She had stayed up all
night worrying there would be awkward smalltalk and bored glances out the windowshe was
never very good in cramped conditions, anywaybut Mr. Cumberbatch had a small entourage
with him. There was his publicist, Karon, a sweet blonde who couldn't put her phone down,
Bruce the bodyguard (a stout middle-aged man with a beard who grimaced constantly), and
Kenneth Fay, who introduced himself as simply the carrier.
Introductions were polite but curt and they were whisked away from London on a private train
car. Avery wasted no time getting in the groove of her new positionshe fielded calls from agents
and producers, arranged Benedict's calendar for the year and scheduled interviews according to
their schedule in Bristol. There was a trip to Japan in a few months to think about, not to mention
all the press surrounding the new season of Sherlock.
The two-and-a-half hour ride flew by. Ben asked for very few personal favorshe was too busy
chatting with Karon and looking over his script. Every so often, Avery looked up at him from
across the aisle. When he met her glance, he smiled.
It was raining in Bristol. Ben flagged down a taxi as Avery struggled to carry her bags and an
umbrella.
Have Ken get that for you, Ben said.
They were standing on the curb outside the train station. It surprised Avery that they were hailing
a cab like everyone else but she didn't dare comment. She had offered Ben her umbrella but he
declined politely, saying that she needed it more than him. Ken came from the station with a trolly
of luggage and an umbrella. He took Avery's luggage without a word and threw them on the
trolley.
Y'all right, mate? Ken called to Benedict through the rain.
Fine. A taxi pulled up and Ben opened the door. Grab the next one. We're at the Rodney.
Ken waved in response. Benedict slid into the cab and Avery followed. When the driver set off,
Avery wiped her wet hair from her face and dug in her purse. She must have looked like hell. She
found her compact and flipped it open. Her reflection in the tiny mirror was embarrassing
mascara running down her face, hair a mess, lipstick matted. She was jittery from her coffee on the
train and had to pee badly.
Sorry about all of that, Ben said. I try not to take hired cars into town. Draws too much
attention.
No problem, Avery said. She wiped under her eyes and snapped her compact shut. They were

only a few hours away from London and already Avery missed Nani. On rainy days, Nani made
sweetbread and cleaned the flat. Without Avery there, she was no doubt lounging in her pajamas
eating jaffa cakes.
You doing okay so far? Benedict asked.
Avery nodded and smiled at him. Yes, fine. Thank you. She was fully aware that she smelled
like wet dog. He, however, still had a hint of spicy cologne on his jacket collar that made Avery
dizzy with desire. If there was one thing she found undeniably attractive about any man, it was a
splash of good cologne. She chanced a good look at him. His black hair was dripping wet, matted
to his forehead. His pale skin seemed to glow ethereally from the hazy light of the cab window.
He looked out the taxi dreamily, a small grin on his face, as if he were coming home for the first
time in a while.
There was a bit of down time at the hotel they were staying at before they had to be at the studio.
Avery tried taking a nap but was still wired from her cappuccinos. She changed into a pair of
smart slacks and a button-down shirt and let her hair down from its tight bun. A knock at her door
made her jump. The bellhop came in carrying a large vase of purple and white lilies.
These just arrived for you, ma'am, he said.
Thank you.
Avery tipped the young man, saw him out, and inspected the vase. No one but Benedict and his
team knew she was there, or even what her room number was. She inspected the handwritten
card, butterflies dancing in her stomach.
Welcome aboard the team! The card read. Delighted to have you!
It was signed, Amanda.
Avery racked her brain. Amanda? Did she know an Amanda? Was it a writer or a producer or
Oh. Amanda Abbington. She was Martin's wife. Martin Freeman. As in, John Watson/Bilbo
Baggins/Tim Canterbury Martin Freeman. For the first time since starting this job, Avery felt
starstruck. To her, Benedict was an employer, her boss, someone who gave her a paycheck to live
off of. But Martin, on the other had, was a celebrity. He had his own small entourage and personal
assistant and an acting resume that others would kill for. Avery prayed she wouldn't act stupid
when she met him.
Avery's cell rang and she picked it up from the dresser. This is Avery Lorris.
I'm feeling peckish.
Avery stopped. Crinkled her brows. It was Benedict. How a man with such a rich, beautiful voice
could sound so informal continued to baffle her. Avery smiled slightly. Yes, sir?
Are you starving? he asked. You must be starving, you didn't eat on the train.
Ehm . . . Avery glanced out the window. She could have eaten a horse arse first. I suppose I
could eat. Shall I order room service?
If you like, he said. Smoked salmon?
I don't eat fish.

Ben clicked his tongue disapprovingly. You're fired, Ms. Lorris.

Avery laughed and pulled out a menu from her nightstand drawer. She sat on the edge of the bed.
There's steak, chops, chicken kiev . . . ooh, blueberry trifle.
That sounds good, doesn't it? Have two sent to my room.
For lunch?
Why not? Ben asked. Haven't had a trifle in ages. Meet you in five.
Avery's smile grew. All right. Bye. She hung up and sat on the bed motionless for a good two
minutes. Lilies. Trifle for lunch. Was it always going to be like this, or was Avery getting special
treatment for her first day? She didn't know. And she didn't care.
She placed the order and made her way down the hall to Benedict's suite. Avery knocked gently
and he opened with a grin, hair towel-dried and a faded t-shirt on. He was barefoot again.
Come in, Ben said. He closed the door behind her and ushered Avery through the large room. It
had a kitchen, a bar, a small dining area, a balcony overlooking the city, and a vase of roses on the
table. His clothes were still in his luggage, save for a stack of bagged suits draped over an
armchair.
Sorry for the mess
Let me hang these for you, Avery said, picking up the suits.
Benedict put his hand out as if to protest, then pointed at her approvingly. Thank you.
Avery too the suits by the hangers and carried them to the walk-in closet in the bedroom. She
arranged them by color on the rackArmani, Westwood, Burberry, the bestall form-fitted,
crisp and ironed and ready to be worn.
Are you sure I can't get you anything else to eat? Avery called out from the closet. I can pop
into the shop at the corner and
Sorry?
Avery turned. Ben was in the bedroom with her just outside the closet.
Couldn't hear, he said. He pressed his palms together as if praying. Would you like some tea?
Avery gave him a look. I'm supposed to be your assistant, sir.
Ben, he corrected. And it's just tea.
He dashed out of the room and Avery followed, grinning. Are you always this accommodating
to your assistants? she asked.
Yes. Emily hated it.
Avery chuckled and leaned against the dining room table. She eyed the roses as Benedict put the
kettle on in the kitchen. Who are the flowers from? she asked.
Hotel management, he said. They were kind enough to host us the last time we shot Sherlock.
Milk, no sugar, right?

Avery nodded. Someone knocked at the door and Avery jumped at the chance to get it. She didn't
like being idle, watching her boss do things for her instead of the other way around. She led the
bellhop inside with his trolley of the desserts and tipped him generously. He gave a slight bow,
glanced around the corner where Benedict was, and exited quickly with a giddy step.
Avery brought the trifles to the table just as Ben was pouring the tea. He set Avery's cup in front
of her, offered her a spoon, and sat opposite with his tea. Avery didn't know whether to start first,
so she waited for the actor to dig in. His first bite was quick, twisting the spoon in his mouth to
lick off the whipped cream. Avery realized she was staring and fished the topping off of her dish,
plopping it on the delicate plate it sat on.
What's that? Ben asked. What're you doing?
Avery looked at her boss. I don't like whipped topping.
Benedict narrowed his eyes and pointed his spoon at her. You're going to be trouble, Ms.
Lorris.
Avery chuckled. No, sir. She reached the belly of the dessert and ate greedily, her stomach
gurgling.
After a beat of silence, Ben said seriously, How has it been, though? Everyone treating you
well?
Avery smiled. Yes, it's been lovely. You've got quite a full calendar, Mr. Cumberbatch.
Not a dull moment, then?
Avery shook her head, her mouth full of berries and custard. No sir, she sputtered.
Ah blah, blah? Ben mimicked. He scooped her whipped cream from her plate and shoveled it
into his mouth. He spoke with his mouth full, Charming, really.
Avery held a napkin over her mouth and laughed as her cheeks burned in embarrassment.
Benedict laughed with her, staring at her as if she were an interesting program on TV. She was
suddenly struck by how boyish he looked in this lighttrifle on his chin, a simple cotton shirt that
complimented his eyes, hair tousled freely. He didn't look like the sex god everyone in the media
made him out to be. He looked like a man named Ben, eating trifle and drinking tea on a rainy
afternoon. Simple. Easy to talk to. Avery wiped her mouth and looked away, her chest filling with
effervescent bubbles.
So first day back in a while, yeah? Are you excited?
Very, Benedict said. It'll be nice seeing everyone again.
Amanda sent me flowers, Avery said. Lilies. She seems very sweet.
She's the best, Ben agreed. Though she's got rubbish taste in men.
Avery giggled. I'll remind her in my thank-you card.
Benedict smiled widely. He raked a hand through his curly hair, glanced out the window, and
back at Avery. Suddenly, he didn't seem at ease or cheeky or good-natured. He suddenly seemed
a bit nervous. So, do you have a . . . your own Martin Freeman?
Avery stopped eating and raised a brow. Was he asking her if she was single? No, she said. She

kept eating to maintain an air of ease. I did, I mean . . . sort of. I was with a man here in Bristol,
actually. I broke it off.
Why? Ben asked.
Avery chewed her dessert slowly, then swallowed. She looked into her half-empty cup and said,
He shagged my old roommate.
Benedict's face dropped. He looked as serious as his character Sherlock when he was solving a
case. His eyes darted to the window again and he shifted uncomfortably in his chair. Oh, um . . .
He cleared his throat and looked at Avery with a strained smile. You know, I know a man in
America who can have him killed.
Avery dropped her spoon in her dish and laughed.
What? he cried. I'm Benedict-fucking-Cumberbatch!
Oh yeah? Avery giggled.
I'm serious! I'm the Illuminati, you know
Go on!
Benedict laughed, a deep rumble from way inside his gut. They were interrupted by Avery's cell
phone going off. She reached in her front pocket and pressed it to her ear. This is Avery Lorris.
Ben watched her talk, stirring his trifle absentmindedly. He noticed a wisp of hair out of place in
front of her ear and felt the urge to brush it back. His eyes traveled from her hair to the freckles
under her eyesdid she have so many when he first met her?then to the arch of her eyebrow.
She caught him looking and gave him a friendly smile. Ben blinked, a sound escaping his mouth
like something between a sigh and a moan. She was quite beautiful. He hadn't noticed just how
lovely she was until now.
Right, Avery said into the phone. Thank you. She hung up and pushed her dessert away.
They need you at the studio.
Ben swallowed hard and nodded. Good. Thank you.
Avery stood and slung her purse over her shoulder. She looked down at her employer, who hadn't
moved an inch. Are you coming?
Benedict snapped his eyes at Avery and nodded, scrambling to his feet. Right, let's go.

50 Quid Bet
Chapter Summary

Avery meets the cast and crew of Sherlock and has a pint with Martin and Amanda.

Chapter Notes

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CHAPTER 4

The rehearsal room was a cold, florescent-lit area at the far end of the BBC studio. They took
endless twists and turns through the hallways, riding up a lift and pushed past so many producers
and writers, it made Avery dizzy. But she never fell behind, never got squeezed out or forgotten
amongst the fray of important people. Avery had been in many studios like this, but the energy
surrounding the first table reading of her boss was like electricityeveryone they past gave Ben a
quick nod and smiling, as if wishing him luck or letting him know they were on his side.
When the fog lifted and they finally came to the room, Avery stopped in the doorway as Benedict
breezed through. She stared at the faces before her, a parade of celebrities standing idly around
chatting as if they were in the waiting room of a dentist's office. Avery could hardly believe how
normal they all looked. Una Stubbs was at one of the tables drinking vitamin water and pursuing
the script. Rupert Graves, quite dashing with a beard, was standing by the Kraft services table
with Louise Brealy, who wore a charming knit hat and a tired look on her face. Then of course
there was Mark Gatiss at the table opposite of Una, laughing withholy shit!Stephen Moffat.
Even though Avery had worked for a previous Dr. Who companion, she never got the opportunity
to meet Moffat in person.
A man came up behind Avery in the doorway and gently placed his hand on her arm. 'Scuse me,
please, he said.
When Avery finally stepped into the room and moved to the side, she saw that it was Martin
Freeman. He looked chipper, a bit more circles under his eyes than in his photos, but he smiled
politely. He didn't stop to chat, not when his line of sight went directly to Benedict.
Avery fell back against the wall, utterly star-struck. She watched Martin and Ben reunite sweetly
giving each other a hearty hug, a slap on the shoulderthen, as if they had never been apart,
they sat next to each other at Una's table and chatted. Avery smiled.
A blonde woman came through the door wearing a white coat and a red scarf. She stopped and
grinned at Avery. Sorry, love, do I know you?

Avery snapped her attention away from Ben and Martin and looked at the woman. This was
Martin's partner, AmandaAvery recognized her from the pictures online she had perused before
coming. The actress was prettier up close, had a very natural and calming look that Avery could
only describe as motherly.
I'm Avery Lorris. She stuck her hand out. I'm BenMr. Cumberbatch's new PA.
Oh, you're Avery! Amanda shook Avery's hand and smiled sweetly. Amanda Abbington. Did
you get the flowers I sent?
Yes, thank you
Ben, you awful thing! Amanda cried. You left your poor PA here against the wall, where are
your manners?
Benedict jumped from the table and ran to give Amanda a hug. Hello, gorgeous.
Amanda kissed his cheek. Avery backed away slightly. She felt like she should have been getting
coffee or taking notes or doing something useful. Without instruction she was a rudderless ship,
forced to drift in a sea of television royalty. It made her anxious.
Benedict motioned for Martin to come near. He noticed Avery again and put his hand out. Yeah,
sorry, I'm Martin.
Avery. She shook his hand and smiled.
Didn't mean to brush you off just then, he said.
Yes you did, Ben said.
Martin gave him a look. I did not! He looked at Avery and pointed to his friend. I didn't, he's
lying.
Don't worry, he's like that at home, Amanda said, grinning. He stars in one Peter Jackson film
and all of a sudden he's the cock of the walk.
Sorry, why did we hire you again? Martin said to his partner.
Amanda laughed and shoved her husband towards the tables, leaving Avery and Ben alone by the
door. She looked at him, smiling a bit too forcefully, a habit she had when she was nervous.
Come on, Benedict said, I'll introduce you around.
Avery was very pleased at herself that she managed not to piss her pants when she met Moffat and
Gatiss, both of whom were very polite and sweet. Louise Brealy gave Avery a hug and
complimented her necklace, but only after Ben teased her about her hat. The rest of the cast and
the writers were warm and curious about Avery, but they were all peasants compared to the way
Benedict introduced Una Stubbs.
Una saw them coming, took off her glasses, and stood with a teeth-baring grin. My darling! she
cooed.
Ben gave her a long hug and a kiss on the cheek. How are you, beautiful?
Una touched his cheek. You're so skinny, Ben, don't they feed you?
Benedict laughed and motioned to Avery. This is Ms. Lorris, my new PA. Avery, this is the

Benedict laughed and motioned to Avery. This is Ms. Lorris, my new PA. Avery, this is the
sweetest woman you'll ever meet, honestly. She's a mother to all of us around here.
Oh, stop, Una giggled. She took Avery's hand and squeezed it. You're quite lovely, aren't you,
dear?
Avery smiled bashfully. She felt her cheeks redden. Thank you. It's a pleasure to meet you,
ma'am.
Please call me Una.
Avery's nervous butterflies melted away. Una was every bit as sweet as her Sherlock character,
soft-spoken and kind and eager to please. Avery could see why she was a motherly figure to
everyone on setshe didn't have a mean bone in her body or a nasty word to say about anyone.
Is he eating? Una asked. Do get him to eat, I worry
If you brought those cakes in like before, we wouldn't all be starving so.
Una slapped Ben on the shoulder. You bad thing! She turned to Avery and pulled her into an
embrace. You come to me if you need anything, dear. Or if these boys give you trouble.
Avery smiled. Yes, ma'am.
As they parted, Mark Gatiss stood from the table, clapped his hands together, and announced,
Ladies and gentlemen . . . and Martin.
A wave of chuckles rippled through the room.
Welcome to series three, Gatiss said.
0000000
They read through the entire episode that day, taking frequent breaks to wipe their brows and
nibble on sandwiches. Avery was given a script and followed along attentively, highlighting
passages and making notes she thought might be useful. The episode itself was brilliant. Avery felt
as though she had stepped into the show and become an extra on the sidelines, laughing when the
viewers were supposed to laugh, gasping when a tense scene unfolded, and tearing up towards the
end at Sherlock and John's much-awaited reunion.
During breaks, Avery answered e-mails and phone calls, typical work that Ben let her get to. He
was quite busy himself, catching up with Martin and Amanda, teasing Una and Louise, taking
pictures of himself with the cast to post on Twitter. Every so often, he turned his head and looked
back at her with a smile, asking Avery how she was doing. She always answered with a fine
and can I get you anything?
When the reading was over, Avery took her laptop to the lobby to answer e-mails while Benedict
stayed in the room and chatted with his cast members. She cleared his calendar for the upcoming
weekend and arranged his travel plans for upcoming overseas tours. Nani had sent her an e-mail
asking how her first day was going, and Avery answered back simply, AMAZING.
As the lobby filled with people making an exodus from the reading, Avery put her computer away
and stood when she saw her boss walking with Martin and Amanda. She had her cell in hand,
ready to call for a taxi to take them back to the hotel.
Benedict waved at her from across the room. She weaved through the throng of people and met
him by the staircase.

We're going for a pint, Ben said, care to join us?

Avery blinked. Me?
I can't be the only bird there! Amanda groaned. Please come, it'll be a laugh.
Um . . . Avery looked at Amanda and Martin, then back at Ben. You sure it's all right?
Benedict smiled in a way that made her think it was more than all right. It was the smile of
someone who had had a long day and needed to wind down, the smile of someone hopeful that
another person could brighten them up even the slightest. Avery used to give that same smile to
Nani many nights when she worked for Carlton Briggs.
I'll buy the first round, Ben said.
Avery stuffed her cell phone in her purse, hitched her laptop bag over her shoulder, and nodded.
All right, then. If you're buying.
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The pub they went to didn't have a special VIP place for them, nor did they have bouncers or
police gates or any other fanfare reserved for other celebrities. It was just a small, comfortable pub
in St. Philips that had a footie game on the television, wood paneling, and a coat of arms on the
wall behind the bar. A few of the patrons stopped and stared when they saw Ben and his crew
walk in, but no one bothered them for an autograph or a sneaky photo. To the unknowing eye, it
was as if Benedict and Martin were just regular mates having a pint with their significant others.
The trio got a round of Guinness and sat at a table in the corner by the jukebox. Avery shifted
uncomfortably in her chair, clutching her purse strap and waiting for some rabid fan to stumble up
to the and ruin their evening. But the men of the pub were too interested in the football game to
notice and the women were too busy trying in vain to pick them up.
Amanda must have picked up on Avery's hesitancy because she leaned in and said, Where are
you from, Avery?
London, Avery said. But my dad's in Portsmouth now.
What about your mum?
Avery looked at Martin and Ben, who were listening in on the conversation between sips of beer.
She died when I was young.
Amanda's face softened. I'm so sorry.
Avery pursed her lips. She would not ruin this night with her sob storya poor motherless girl
whose dad worked on the docks while they stayed in government housing until she got a
scholarship to go to college. This was not a night for peoplecelebrities, much lessto feel sorry
for her.
I have a picture of her, Avery said,brightening. Would you like to see?
Amanda nodded. Avery dug in her purse and pulled out her wallet. She slipped the photo from the
fold and handed it to Amanda. It was taken when her mother was pregnant with her, standing in
front of their house in London with permed hair and large hoop earrings. She's beautiful,
Amanda said. Is that you? She pointed to the woman's swollen belly.

Avery nodded and smiled. Martin leaned over his partner and looked at the photo. He whistled.
She's stunning. You look just like her.
Avery blushed. She got that a lot from her mother's friends. Everyone said she had Tori's pouty
lips and small chin, though Avery wondered if she had inherited her penchant for being ruthlessly
organized. God knows her father couldnt organize his sock drawer without mucking it up. Avery
put the photo back in her wallet and cleared her throat.
Do you have any brothers or sisters? Ben asked.
Avery looked at him. No, just me and dad.
Want mine? Martin asked.
Avery and Ben laughed. You have children, yeah? Avery asked.
Martin wasted no time whipping out his cell phone and showing her pictures of his children. They
were perfect miniatures of him with angelic grins and sandy blond hair.
Oh, they're adorable! Avery laughed.
Martin beamed proudly. It's all Amanda. They've got her good looks and my foot-in-mouth
disease. Cheeky buggers.
They scrolled to a picture of Benedict holding the youngest, Grace, while the oldest, Joe, was on
his back. Avery chuckled. That's so sweet.
They love their uncle Ben, Amanda said.
Only because I let them have sweeties for dinner, Ben said, taking a drink from his pint. He
gave Amanda a wink through the glass.
Martin kept scrolling and there were more pictures of Ben with the children, reading them stories
in bed and playing the the garden, eating dinner and making silly faces with Martin. Avery's smile
grew and she felt herself relax. She looked at Ben and he was watching the slide show as well,
smiling bashfully with so much love in his eyes for the kids, Avery thought she saw him tearing
up a bit.
You're so good with them, she said softly.
They're good kids, he responded. I hope mine are half as lovely.
Avery shared a smile with Ben. He didn't look away at first, merely held his pint close to his lips
and stared at Avery as though she were emitting a warm glow. It made her insides become
unglued to be gazed at by such a handsome man, as ordinary as he looked in the pub. He had
looked at her like this once before, earlier today when they were having trifle for lunch. Avery had
chucked it off as him being thrilled to be back in Bristol for filming, but now that the excitement of
the day was over, she wondered what he could have possibly been thinking to be so happy to see
her.
Aver broke their eye contact, a hot flash slapping her body, and drank from her glass of beer to
look busy. She watched Martin and Amanda together, a disgustingly cute couple if she ever saw
one. He dotted on her by making sure her glass was always filled and stroked the back of her neck
as she chatted with Ben. She, in turn, laughed heartily when he whispered in her ear and kissed
his cheek as a reward for being so clever.

After her second glass of Guinness, Martin poured his remaining drink in her mug and she shook
her head. Darling, what're you doing? I'll be sick!
A lightweight, this one, Martin said to Avery. That's how I convinced her to bare my children.
She was sloshed on half a wine cooler and all I had to do was dance with my trousers down.
Boom! Pregnant.
Avery almost snorted beer out of her nose. Ben took the nearly empty pitcher of beer and pointed
it towards Amanda. Here, love, let's keep this going.
Amanda shook her head and laughed. You both will be carrying my sorry arse home.
Naw, that's Avery's job, Martin said. Run errands, take calls, drag cockeyed women through
the streets by their ankles
I'll need a raise, boss, Avery said to Ben.
The table erupted in laughter. Avery drank the last of her pint, stood, and pointed to the table of
buzzed celebrities. Next round's on me.
As she left for the bar, the laughter subsided and Ben sat back in his chair. Amanda slipped her
arm around Martin's and said, She's fantastic.
Ben smiled. Yeah, she's . . . pretty good. He glanced over his shoulder and watched as Avery
placed another order of beers. He smiled, looked down thoughtfully, then turned back to his
friends. She's a good fit, don't you think?
Martin agreed but Amanda only smiled wider. She was thinking something devious, Ben could
see the wheels turning in her head, and before he could give her the chance to say it out loud, he
stood from the table. I'm dying for the loo. Be back.
When Benedict was out of ear shot, Amanda slapped her husband's shoulder. He jumped. Oi!
What's that for?
He fancies her! Amanda whispered.
Who?
Ben! He fancies Avery!
Martin gave his partner a look. No he doesn't.
Yes, he does
He doesn't
He bloody does! Amanda said. Listen, I saw the way he looked at her just now. He's
completely smitten.
Why do you do this? Martin asked. Every time he meets a girl with a pulse, you automatically
assume he's in love.
Why shouldn't he be? Amanda argued. She's gorgeous and smart and incredibly sweet
Then you date her!
Twenty quid says I'm right, Amanda said.

Martin raised his brows at his lovely, surly partner. You wanna bet on Benedict's love life?
Amanda looked across the bar and saw Avery coming with another pitcher of beer. Thirty quid.
This is madness, Martin said. He doesn't fancy
Hey, all, Avery said, setting the pitcher on the table. What did I miss?
Martin looked at her, then his girlfriend, then back at Avery. We're just, uh . . . betting on the
footie game. He tipped his head to Amanda. You sure about this?
Amanda smiled and nodded. Martin stuck his hand out. All right, he said. Fifty quid if I'm
right.
Deal. Amanda shook his hand.
Who's playing today? Avery asked.
Martin and Amanda looked at her. Eh? they asked.
The football game, Avery said, pointing to the TV. Which team?
Martin opened his mouth to speak. It was a commercial on TV and he couldn't see that far
anyway. He looked at his partner for help but she seemed equally as lost. He turned his mouth into
a grin instead and said, So you're, what, an Aries or . . . ?
Avery smiled slowly. They were being weird. Maybe drunk. Maybe both. Pisces, actually.
Hm. Interesting, Amanda said. She turned to her husband. Darling, did you know Benedict is a
Cancer? That's quite compatible with Pisces, if I remember
Oh, I don't believe in astrology, Avery said.
Neither do I, Martin said. He looked at his wife with a frown. It's rubbish, if you ask me.
Benedict appeared from around the corner and Martin and Amanda straightened up in their chairs.
He looked at both of them, sensing the same thing Avery did. They were acting funny. Did I
miss anything?
I got Barclay's, is that all right? Avery said, pouring Ben a glass.
He smiled at her. It's my favorite, actually.
Amanda nudged Martin and he put his hand on her knee to keep her still. Suddenly, it was as if
the two had disappeared from the pub and only Avery and Benedict were there, chatting
incessantly about lagers and their favorite complementary dinner. Martin and Amanda watched
them volley the conversation back and forth, an edge-of-their-seat spectacle.
If you're going to eat quail, you must get it at the Brownberry in Essex, Ben said. No
exceptions.
What, you eat something other than trifle for lunch? Avery teased.
No, of course not. There's also pudding, strawberry cake, chocolate oranges
Avery laughed. Remind me to schedule a dentist for you in between shoots.

Erm, no, he said. These teeth are impeccable, see? He gave her a tooth-baring grin.
Yes, you have a very nice smile, Avery said. Just as she said it, she wished she could take it
back. Not because it wasn't true, but because it sounded dangerously close to flirting. But he was a
well-praised man, especially about his looks, so he had to have been used to it by now. Still,
Avery drank her beer and looked away, embarrassed. When she snuck a peek at Ben, he was still
looking at her with that dizzying, gut-melting stare. What?she asked. What is it?
Ben blinked and shook his head. Uh, nothing. You . . . you have a nice smile, as well.
Avery grinned. Her skin was made of fire and her insides had turned to boiled custard. She could
feel herself blushing and took another sip of beer to mask her giddiness. Bloody hell, if he
continued to look at her like that, she would have to go back to the hotel room and take a cold
shower for days.
Martin looked at Amanda. She smiled at him smugly.
Bollocks.
Martin took a fifty out of his billfold and slapped it in his wife's hand.

The Swindon Brunch

Chapter Summary

Benedict takes Avery to Swindon to meet his parents.

Chapter Notes

I should be doing homework. But I'm totally not. If I fail my classes, I'm blaming all
of you! ;)
As always, thanks for sticking around, guys. This story is a slow burn, but I'm having
so much fun writing it. Thanks for reading and commenting!

A truck whizzed by on the freeway and Avery put her finger in her ear to hear her friend better on
the mobile. Sorry, Nani cried, Youre where?
Im at a petrol station a few miles outside of Swindon, Avery said. She leaned against the sporty
black Porsche, then straightened up when she realized her dress might dirty it up.
What on earth are you doing out there?
Brunch with the family, Avery laughed.
His family? Nani was acting like a five year old who couldnt understand the basics of a
conversation. Is there something else I should know?
Its just brunch. He takes all his PAs to meet his family. Standard stuff, Nan. Avery glanced
over her shoulder. Ben was just coming out of the petrol station with two water bottles. He was
dressed down for the day in a simple white button-down and blue jeans. Ever the pilot of his car,
which he called Baby, he wore a pair of aviators that mirrored Avery as he approached.
Ive gotta go, Nani. Ill call you later.
But
Avery clicked her phone off just as Benedict stood before her. He held out the water bottle with a
smile. Ready to go?
Thank you. You should have let me get it.
Its just water, he said, rounding the car to the drivers side. But on the way back, youre
responsible for nibbles. No arguments.
Avery laughed and hopped in the passengers seat. Got it.
They pulled back on the M4 and continued eastward towards Swindon. Avery fidgeted in her seat
and opened the water. It wasnt for her, but for the bouquet of daffodils she had gotten for

Benedicts mother, Wanda. She sprinkled a little on the petals and let the water run down into the
plastic casing, fully aware that one missed drop could ruin the Porches leather interior. But Ben
didnt seem concerned.
Who was on the phone just then? he asked.
My friend, Nani. She wanted me to come visit her this weekend, but I told her I had plans.
What, tea with doddering simpletons? How ever did you decide?
Avery chuckled. Im quite excited, actually. Ive never been to Swindon.
Its lovely this time of year. Mums hyacinths are probably blooming.
Avery nodded and looked out the window as they cruised along the freeway. Her blackberry
buzzed in her clutch and she scrambled to get it.
Ay, no work today, Ben said. If my mum found out you were answering calls, shed kill me.
Just let me get this one, Avery said. It might be your agent.
Benedict surprised Avery by plucking the phone from her hand and tossing it in the back seat.
My agent knows where we are. I can call her back tomorrow. He glanced at Avery. Trying to
keep busy?
Avery wrung her hands. Just a bit nervous, she admitted. Though she didnt know why. She
read that his parents were very down-to-earth, even after their time in the spotlight. Avery
researched as much as she could about them before they left Bristol, worried that conversation
might lag and she would have nothing to talk to them about.
Owls. Wanda liked owls. Timothy was an avid reader. But what else? How did they take their
tea? What if they dressed in pearls and cufflinks for Saturday brunch?
Avery cleared her throat and changed the topic to keep her mind off of it. So whos this woman
your mums setting you up with?
Dunno, Ben said, switching lanes. Daughter of a friend. I expect well have loads to talk
about, he mumbled sarcastically. There was an edge in his voice that suggested he didnt like setups, especially this one.
Whats your type, anyway? Avery asked. She didnt mean to be nosy, she just wanted to fill the
silence and not worry about whether her cream sundress and simple fishtail braid was enough for
the occasion.
Ben shrugged. Dont much have a type. Dont have the time these days, anyway.
Okay, but if you had to choose. Describe your perfect girl.
Ben smiled at her briefly before settling his eyes back on the road. Youre worse than Graham
Norton.
And far less fabulous, Avery said.
Benedict laughed and said, Right, tell you whatIll tell you what I look for in a woman, and
you tell me what you look for in a man. Well go back and forth.
All right. Avery settled into her seat.

All right. Avery settled into her seat.

Okay . . . Ben paused, his eyes searching the road as he thought. Nice smile.
Obviously, Avery agreed. Well-educated.
Agreed. Um . . . nice sense of humor.
But not childish, Avery said. Hes got to know when to be serious.
Okay. She has to like sports, thats a must.
What, like football? Nah, give me a man who likes to sleep in on the weekends and visit the
Gallery.
Ah, you like those pretentious types, eh? Ben teased.
Says the man who fancies Sporty Spice! Avery cried. What, does she have to be a rugby
player to get your attention?
No, of course not. She just has to want to jump out of an airplane or surf a tidal wave at a
moments notice.
Avery threw her head back and laughed. Ben smiled, proud of his witticism. They exited the
freeway onto Great Western Way and made their way into the township.
Blonds or brunettes? he asked.
Avery crinkled her nose. I quite fancy gingers these days, actually.
Benedict chuckled. He shook his head slightly, that handsome smile stuck on his face.
What? Avery asked.
Im naturally a ginger, you know.
Avery smiled and rolled her eyes. He was being terribly cheeky. Yes, I know. How lucky for
you.
They passed through the town to the outskirts where a small, quaint cottage sat on a hill a few
lawns down from a gorgeous mansion. Avery knew that the mansion belonged to another
celebrity and was thankful for itshe couldnt bear the thought of having to hand her coat over to
a butler or use the correct butter knife at tea.
The wrought-iron gate opened and they rode up the driveway, parking next to a vintage Rolls
Royce and an out-of-place Mini Coop. As soon as Ben turned the engine off, the front door
opened and a lovely older woman with ash-blond hair greeted them with a wave. Avery exited
with the flowers and stood awkwardly against the car as Ben moved around to meet his mother.
Heya, Mum, he said, pulling her into a tight embrace. He kissed her cheek and she laughed.
Darling, Im so happy you could come! She released him from her arms. How was the drive?
Was traffic bad?
It was fine. Benedict looked over his shoulder and motioned for Avery to come near. Mum,
this is my new PA, Avery Lorris.
Avery stuck her hand out and smiled. Lovely to meet you, Ms. Ventham.

Please call me Wanda, she said, shaking Averys hand. Are those for me? Wanda pointed to
the flowers. She took them without waiting for Avery to answer. Lovely! Thank you, darling.
Lets go inside, Ive just put the kettle on She led Avery inside arm-in-arm without stopping to
talk. Benedict followed closely. The roast still has a few minutes, but weve got finger
sandwiches.
The cottage was small enough for Wanda to call out to her husband in the garden out back. Your
son is here! she yelled. Wanda turned to Avery and gave her a hug. Im so happy to meet you,
dear. Ill put these in water. Tim, darling!
Benedicts mother was a force to be reckoned withstrikingly beautiful, in full command of the
roomwith the same piercing blue eyes as her son. Bens father, Timothy, entered the house from
the back door. He wore a smart cardigan and a wool cap, the same high cheekbones Benedict was
known for and a sweet smile. Avery had watched clips of him in The Scarlet Pimpernel and it
was striking how similar he was to his son. If Benedict aged even half as gracefully as his father,
Avery thought, he would do more than all right.
Timothy smiled at Avery and extended his hand. Hello, then. Youre Avery?
She smiled. Yes. Pleasure to meet you, sir.
Ill get you a drink, he said. Do you care for scotch? Hello, Benny.
Nice of you to notice, dad, Benedict said playfully. Can I get one, too?
You know where it is, Tim said to his son, reaching in the liquor cabinet. Come over here and
help me so I can say hello.
Ben gave his gather a hug and a hearty slap on the back. The cottage may have been cozy, but
they were both so bloody tall side-by-side that their heads almost touched the ceiling. Avery stood
in the dining room watching them, hardly knowing what else to do, then went to the adjoining
kitchen.
Can I help with anything? she asked. Wanda was buzzing about the kitchen, cutting vegetables
and checking the roast in the oven.
God, no! Wanda exclaimed. You get that drink from my husband and make yourself at home.
Our other guests are in the patio out back. Did Ben give you a tour of the house? Ask him to give
you a tour of the house.
Avery chuckled. The womans tenacity was endearing. If you need help, just holler. She left the
kitchen for the dining room once more and Benedicts father had the drink ready for her.
Here you are, dear. Shall we adjourn to the garden?
Avery smiled and took the drink. Ben was still working on his in front of the liquor cabinet. She
took a sip and scrunched her face. Avery swallowed it, the scotch coursing down her throat like
fire. It was strong and tasted exactly as old as Timothy was, but Avery was determined to drink it
all.
Lovely, thank you, she squeaked out.
Timothy led Avery to the patio out back. At a table where the tea was set up, two ladies sat beside
each other, one older with streaks of gray in her rusty hair, the other younger with a round face
and jet-black hair. This is Wandas friend, Beverly Denner, and her daughter, Shirley.

Hello. Avery smiled at them. Im

Shirley stood suddenly, her face in shock. Oh, hello! she cried to the person behind Avery.
Avery turned and saw Benedict had joined them in the garden. She stepped aside so he could
introduce himself properly, but Shirley was already on the prowl. She stood from the patio table
and made her way to the celebrity.
Im Shirley Denner, she said to Ben. Its so nice to finally meet you! She shook his hand
without having him present it and stared at him as though he were made of solid gold. Youre
quite tall! she exclaimed.
Avery snorted a laugh in her drink. She recognized a star-struck girl when she saw it, mostly
because Avery was probably as much of a gob when she met Benedict for the first time. She
didnt blame Shirley for being so smittenhe was positively gorgeous in the afternoon light.
Pleasure, Ben said, shaking her hand. Is there room for me at the table?
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Because Benedict was tasked to entertain Shirley and her mum, Timothy gave Avery a tour of the
cottage. It should have only taken a minute, given its size, but he took his time pointing out all the
photos of Ben on the wall and the books covering every possible surface.
Hes not working you ragged, I hope? Tim asked as they entered Benedicts old room.
No, hes a wonderful boss. I feel very lucky to be part of his team. Avery stopped and looked
around the moderately-sized room. It was warm and charming, with floral wallpaper and pictures
from Benedicts uni days on the wall. Wanda had put a few of her stuffed owls from her collection
in the room. They perched precariously on the nightstand, dresser, and window ledge. Did he
sleep with the owls watching him? Avery asked.
No, no. My wife just needed a place to put them. A bit alarming at first, eh?
Avery smiled. Its sweet. I wish I was as passionate about something. She took a turn about the
room, admiring the pictures on the wall and the view of the garden from the window. She turned
to Timothy and said, You have a beautiful home.
The old man smiled. He sipped his drink and pointed to her curiously. You remind me of an
actress I used to work with. She had a voice just like yoursvery pleasant.
Avery giggled. Maybe it was the hard scotch he had given her, but Avery felt very comfortable in
his presence. Thank you. She sat on the edge of the old bed. I must askwhat was it like
working with Sir Ian McKellan?
Timothy brightened and held up his drink in salute. Wonderful man. Brilliant actor. He gave me
some of the best acting advice Ive ever gotten.
What was that?
Never drink milk before a big monologue.
Avery burst out laughing. She put a hand over her mouth, feeling quite buzzed and happy and
warm from the scotch. She still had a quarter of it left and downed the rest in a full gulp. No one
could tell her she wasnt polite.

Someone knocked on the doorframe. Wanda stood behind her husband. There you are, she said.
Lunch is nearly ready, why dont you join the others outside?
Thanks, darling. Timothy gave his wife a peck on the cheek as he exited the room. The two
were sickeningly sweet, even after almost forty years of marriage.
Avery followed them downstairs, careful not to trip as everything was suddenly tilted slightly to
the left, and made it to the garden without a hitch. Benedict as still at the patio table with Shirley.
She hung on his every word like a puppy, nodding and smiling and laughing as he talked about
even the most mundane things, like the drive into town. Shirleys mother, Bev, nursed her glass of
wine and only talked to Wanda.
Avery sat next to Benedict at the table. Timothy was at the head and Wanda ducked back inside to
get the roast. Benedict glanced at Avery, his polite smile wavering just slightly.
Tell me more about Tibet, Shirley sighed. I bet its lovely up in those mountains.
It was amazing, Benedict said. The monastery was completely closed off. The children were so
spirited and had these amazing insights into life that we dont even
Did you ski? Shirley asked.
Benedict blinked at her. Ski?
Down the mountains. My cousin went there a few years ago, he said the altitude was perfect for

Do you ski? Avery asked. She hadnt meant to interrupt. It must have been the drink that made
her so brash, because even Ben looked at her in surprise.
No, Im not much of a sporty girl, Shirley said. She looked at Ben. But I love to travel!
Avery groaned inwardly. Shirley was trying too hard to be accommodating, wasnt even subtle
about batting her eyelashes or touching his arm playfully. Avery didnt know why, but she had an
urge to take a frosted biscuit and throw it in Shirleys raven hair.
Instead, Avery poured a cup of tea and added two sugars and a dash of milk. She slid it over to
Ben and he gave her a disapproving look. What? she asked innocently. Its just tea.
He smiled and thanked her. Shirley glared at Avery and patted Benedicts arm to get his attention
again. Avery made herself a cup and slumped in her chair. She noticed Timothy looking at her
strangely, with a knowing smile on his face and a twinkle of mischief in his eye.
Ill go see how Wandas doing. He left the table, giving Avery a wink.
So, where did you get you degree? Benedict asked Shirley.
Oh, I dont have one, she said.
Im sorry, I shouldnt have assumed
No, I meanI went to uni, I just didnt finish. Got on academic probation and never bothered to
return. Shirley shrugged. But Im doing just fine at the shop.
Strike two, Avery thought, smiling to herself. It wasnt like her to be so vindictive, but there was
something about Shirley that Avery couldnt help dislike. How could Bens mother think she

would be a good fit for him? She was pretty enough, but other than her utter adoration of
Benedict, Shirley had nothing else going for her. Why am I being such a jealous cow? Avery
thought.
Wanda and her husband returned from inside with the pot roast and a few dishes of veggies.
Timothy helped load peoples plates and Wanda filled their tea cups. She sat next to Bev and the
two were lost in conversation. Avery was able to talk with Timothy as she ate, ignoring Shirley
and her dull stories of working at Marks and Spencer.
Halfway through brunch, Shirley said to Avery, Tell us about yourself, Annie. It must be
exciting working for Benedict.
Its Avery, actually. And its been very nice so far.
No unreasonable demands? Wanda asked.
Avery laughed. No, Im afraid not. Although, there was that one lunch of trifle that we ate.
You Judas! Benedict exclaimed with a smile.
Hes always had a sweet tooth, Timothy said, even as a child.
Its a wonder he wasnt a rolly-polly little bugger, Wanda chimed.
Mum, please, Ben groaned.
Avery laughed. She liked seeing this side of her bossa normal man who was just as
embarrassed by his family as everyone else. If anyone had the right to make him humble, it was
his mum and dad. And they were damn good at it. Avery caught Shirley looking at her with those
sharp green eyes, eyes that sized everyone around her as competition, even Benedicts own mum.
It must be hard, Shirley said, working such long hours. Doesnt leave much time for a
boyfriend, eh?
Avery smiled weakly. No, not really.
Timothy came to the rescue by saying, A beautiful girl like you? Thats unbelievable!
Avery blushed. Wanda, your husband is being fresh with me.
Wanda smiled and rolled her eyes. Isnt he charming? Thats where Ben gets it. She leaned over
and gave her husband a kiss on the head. He patted her arm lovingly.
Avery stared at them, smitten by their devotion. Suddenly, Ben leaned in and whispered, Hes
right, you know. Im very charming.
Avery giggled and turned her head to him. Their faces were mere inches apart, his breath minty
from the tea, his eyes dazzlingly blue-green in the light. He opened his mouth to say something
else, when Shirley interrupted.
Avery, can you run inside and fix me a drink?
Avery and Benedict looked at Shirley. She wasnt joking. She smiled sweetly and pouted a little.
Please, dear?
Avery glanced at Ben, then back at Shirley.

Averys got the day off, Benedict said to Shirley.

But she made your tea, Shirley said. Its just one drink.
Averys face burned. She knew Shirley was sending a messageyoure still just the hired help
and damn if she wasnt sneaky about it.
Timothy started to get up and said, Ill make you one.
Avery shot to her feet. No, its all right. I dont mind.
You dont have Ben began.
Its fine! Id love to help. Bev, can I freshen up your drink?"
Beverly held up her empty wine glass. Pinot, dearest. Cheers.
Avery looked down at her boss. Can I get you anything, sir? Right as she said it, she wished she
hadnt. The look on his face said it allthis isnt you, what are you doing? She was better than
sirs and taking strangers drink orders, but in this moment she felt as insignificant as a waitress
in a fancy hotel.
Ben glanced at Shirley, then back at Avery. No, thank you. Im fine.
Avery nodded and looked at Shirley, who was grinning smugly. She turned and headed into the
house to get the drinks, the weight of her station nearly breaking her back as everyone, save for
Benedict, resumed talking and laughing in the garden like an assembly of kings and queens.

Charlie McCougher
Chapter Summary

Avery has a run-in with her ex.

They pulled onto the M4 at about 5:30pm. Avery was silent, the bitter taste of Shirley's social jab
still in her mouth. At least Wanda and Timothy were wonderful people. It could have been a
perfect day if Shirley hadn't insisted on embarrassing Avery. She looked at Benedict. He was also
silent, his eyes contemplating something as they drove. The sky was becoming overcast--rain was
predicted in Bristol by the time they got back.
Finally, Ben spoke. "I'm sorry about Shirley. She shouldn't have acted that way towards you."
Avery looked down at her lap, then forced a smile and shrugged. "She didn't act any certain way.
I thought she was . . . nice."
Ben shot a look at her. "Really?" he asked.
Avery pursed her lips and looked at him. "No," she admitted. "I mean, she's lovely and
everything, but I'm not sure she's a right match for . . ." Avery stopped touched her forehead. "I'm
sorry, it's not my place."
"No, you're right," Benedict said. "She is lovely, but there's not much there in the way of
compatibility."
"Right?" Avery cried. "Skiing in Tibet? What was that about?"

Ben laughed. The mood was finally lifted and he softened his tight grasp on the wheel. "How
about her mum, Bev? She was more sloshed than you."
"I wasn't sloshed!" Avery laughed.
"My dad makes strong drinks. I don't fault you for it." He paused, then said, "They like you,
y'know."
"Who?" Avery asked.
"My parents. Dad hugged before we left and said, 'she's a keeper, that one.'"
Avery smiled, her cheeks reddening. She was worried she had made a mug of herself, prattling on
about Sir Ian McKellan and Oxford and Dr. Who with Wanda. Thankfully, the Ventham-CarltonCumberbatch's didn't seem like the judicious type. Avery tucked a strand of hair behind her ear
and said, "They're wonderful people. You're very lucky to have grown up with them."
Benedict looked at his assistant and smiled. "I know."
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Weeks went by. Filming was fully under way and without a hitch. People lined up behind police
barricades on outdoor shoots to get a glimpse of Benedict, Martin, and any other celebrity who
happened to be within the shot. Ben always waved graciously at his fans and even allowed a few
pictures with them between takes. Martin and Amanda mucked about, tormenting poor Una. But
the old pro gave it right back to them and they always hugged it out. Avery kept her distance,
making calls and booking reservations. Sometimes she joined Benedict and Martin on their
outings around town. Most times she stayed in her hotel room and worked late into the night,
calling Nani when she could and dropping a line to her dad in Portsmouth.
At the end of July, Avery was doing a coffee run for a few of the cast members. They had their
own PA's, but Avery was the fastest at fetching beverages, and she liked getting away from the set
for a few minutes by herself. Avery balanced four tall lattes in a holder, her bag in her other hand
and shoulder pressed to her ear to hold the phone while she talked to a photographer for GQ. She
exited the Starbucks and made a sharp left around the corner.
"I know you have a deadline," Avery said into the phone. "My client has deadlines, himself. You
think you're the only magazine within a hundred yards to want a spread?"
The photographer started yelling, then pleading, then crying. This was Avery's favorite part of the
job.
"Look, I can get you half an hour in two weeks, but that's the best I can do."
The photographer agreed. Avery smiled to herself, reveling in her win. It was small things like this
that kept her going. All right, Ill call you tomorrow at
Suddenly, Avery was stopped in her tracks by a brick wall. She stumbled backwards, spilling
coffee on her smart white blouse. She dropped her cell phone and it crashed to the pavement into
pieces. Bloody fucking fuck! She yelled.
The brick wall, which was actually a very tall man in an Armani suit, held his hands up. Sorry!
Sorry, love!

Avery pawed at her wet shirt and tore it off to keep the hot liquid from burning her skin. Luckily,
she wore a laced cami underneath. Watch where youre
Avery stopped. She dropped the rest of the coffees on the ground. The man standing before her
smiled widely and held out his arms as if wanting to give her a giant embrace. Aves! he yelled.
Avery stared, her mouth flying open. Charlie McCougher. Same stout build, same slicked-back
hair and strong jaw. He looked exactly the same as when she left him at the caf in Bristol two
years ago, though he wasnt nearly as smug-faced or slouchy.
Charlie. Whatre you?
Charlie pulled Avery into a tight hug. What a fantastic surprise! He released her and eyed her up
and down. Bloody hell, you look like shit.
Avery opened her mouth to tell him to fuck off, to scream all of the anger out of her lungs, but
what came out instead was a confused whimper. Even after two years of rehearsing what she
would say to her ex, his mere presence humbled her into submission.
Charlie smiled and looked down at the spilled coffee on the sidewalk. What a mess. Can I buy
you more?
Finally, Avery was able to speak. No! I meanno thank you. I should be going. She brushed
past him, her knees shaking, but he took her arm and spun her around.
Wait a minute, Aves! I havent seen you in ages!
You slept with my flatmate, Charlie! Avery yelled. What was I supposed to do, send you a
bloody postcard?
Charlie narrowed his brown eyes at her, that obnoxious, know-it-all smile still on his face.
Youre not still mad about that, eh? Thats ancient history! Tess and I broke it off after two
months, anyway
Aw, let me break out my tiny violin! Avery turned away sharply and headed back down the
sidewalk. Charlie followed closely.
Theres a reason we bumped into each other, he said.
Go away, Avery snapped.
Its fate! I knew youd come back to Bristol!
Avery whipped around and halted Charlie. I am here for work. If you think for a second that I
Youre not still working for that Carlton wanker, are you?
Avery glared at her ex. No. Still working at Daddys firm? Or did you manage to spend all that
money, as well?
Charlie laughed. Youve changed, Aves. I like it.
Avery turned and continued walking. Piss off, she said.
Cmon, Aves! Charlie called, chasing after her. I feel dreadful for what I done. Not a day goes
by that I dont regret it.

Avery stopped. Turned slowly. She never knew Charlie to apologize for anything in his life. All
his shortcomings were everyone elses faultAvery didnt spend enough time with him, so he
cheated. His father put too much pressure on him, so he let the company go bankrupt. And so on.
But for all his pride and selfishness, he sounded truly regretful now. Avery stared at him, trying to
uncover any hint of sarcasm or deceit. But he only frowned, his eyes pleading for forgiveness.
Avery crossed her arms and said, What else, then?
Im a twat, he admitted. I havent had a proper relationship since you left me.
Avery looked down at his shoes. Is that supposed to make me feel sorry for you? The awful
thing was, thoughshe did.
Naw. But maybe you can give me a chance to start again. He held up his hands. As friends.
Just friends.
Avery raised her hooded gaze to him. I dunno, Charlie . . .
Cmon, what do you want me to do? Ill dance like a monkey. Shall I? Charlie put his hands
under his armpits and pranced in a circle making ape noises. A few people on the sidewalk
stopped to stare.
Quit it! Avery laughed. Cmon, stop!
Charlie straightened and looked at Avery with a hopeful smile. Cmon, Aves. One drink with me
tonight. If it doesnt work out, Ill never bother you again.
Avery sighed. A part of her wanted to say no, to spit in his face and finally have the last say. But
another part of her wanted closure, a proper apology. She wanted to see Charlie on his knees,
begging for her forgiveness. It was too tempting an image to brush off.
Fine, she said. One drink.
Lovely. Charlie leaned in and kissed her cheek. Ill meet you at the King's Arms around eight.
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When Avery got back to the set, everyone stared at her as she walked by. She sat in her usual
chair under the awning and buried her face in her hands. Amanda, having seen the state of her,
went up to Avery and put her hand on her shoulder. You all right, love? What happened?
Avery looked up at the gorgeous blonde. I need a new shirt. And a new phone. And a bloody
backbone.
Christ, were you mugged? Amanda cried, sitting next to Avery in an empty publicists chair.
Worse. I literally ran into my ex.
Oh, you poor thing!
I agreed to have a drink with him, Avery groaned. What the hell is wrong with me?
Amanda stood and offered her hand to Avery. Come on. Follow me. She led Avery to the Kraft
services table and plopped a very large pastry in her hand. Binge eating helps. Tell me
everything.
Avery explained the situation in detail as they ate pastries and biscuits. She could have eaten a

Avery explained the situation in detail as they ate pastries and biscuits. She could have eaten a
whole cookie factory and it wouldnt have made her feel any better. Martin noticed them after a
while and joined them at the table.
Darling? he said to his girlfriend. Whats all this, then?
Girl stuff, Amanda said, popping a chocolate biscuit in her mouth.
Martin cocked his head at Amanda, then looked at Avery. Blimey, what happened to your shirt?
You must be freezing! He took his blazer off and offered it to her.
Im fine, really, Avery protested. But Martin already had it draped around her shoulders. She
sighed. I need to go back to the hotel. Ive got to get a new phone and
Ill take you, dear, Amanda said. My scenes are done for the day. Bens getting rigged up on
top of a building for the next few hours. He wont notice a thing.
Thank you, Avery said.
Ill just stay here, Martin said. Protect the muffins.
Avery and Amanda slipped out of the set easily and took a cab back to the hotel. Avery expected
Amanda to escort her to her room and let that be that, but she insisted on coming in. Right,
Amanda said, what time are you meeting him?
Eight oclock.
Excellent. What are you wearing?
Avery showed Amanda what was in her closet. The blonde actress clicked her tongue in
disapproval. This wont do. Too professional. She whipped out her cell phone and dialed a
number.
Whatre you doing? Avery asked.
Yes, hello? Amanda said into the phone. I need a dress sent up to room 306, please. She
paused. Oh, I dont knowsomething from Harvey Nicks will do. Size . . . Amanda checked
the tags from one of Averys frumpy dresses in the closet. Six.
Avery waved her hands. No, no. Please!
Twenty minutes? Amanda said into the phone. She smiled. Perfect. Thank you so much.
Charge it to room 417, will you? Ta. She hung up the phone and looked at Avery. Im not
about to let you see your ex looking like a schoolteacher.
Avery looked down at her clothes. I look like a schoolteacher?
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The dress wasnt the end, but only the beginning. There was still an hour until her date and
Amanda had brought up her makeup artist, Clarice, from the set. The concierge had fetched
Amanda a stunning red dress with a beaded waist, something Avery never dreamed of wearing in
a millions years. It may have been on loan, but Avery didnt even want to look at the price tag.
This really isnt necessary, Avery tried to say as Clarice brushed mascara on her eyes. I should
be back on set. Ive got a million things to do

Ben can live without you for a few hours, Amanda reassured. Ive told him to call me if theres
an emergency, anyway.
Can you guarantee I wont be sacked for getting ready for a night out? Avery checked herself in
the mirror Clarice had laid out. The woman was a miracle worker.
Please, Amanda scoffed. Ben would never get rid of you. Hes quite keen on you.
Avery looked at Amanda as Clarice brushed her cheekbones with blush. What do you mean?
Amanda checked her phone and smiled mischievously. Nothing.
Clarice interrupted by saying, Do you want fire engine red or coral pink? She held up two tubes
of lipstick.
None, thank you. I dont want to give off the wrong impression.
Eh? Clarice asked. She reminded Avery a little of Freema Agyemangorgeous and spunky and
very outspoken. Hes the one who wants you back, yeah? Make him see what hes missing.
Avery glanced at Amanda. Charlies infidelity crippled her self-confidence. Tess was a beautiful
model with long blonde hair, legs up to her neck, and a nasty habit of being half naked 99% of the
time around the flat. For a while, Avery even wondered why Charlie didnt shag her earlier. But
now that slag was old news and Avery had a second chance to get a leg up in the game.
She nodded at Clarice. Fire engine red.
Clarice smiled. Good girl.
Amandas phone rang. Hello? There was a pause. Whats the word, darling?
Who is it? Avery whispered.
Benedict, Amanda mouthed.
Avery stood from her chair just as Clarice was putting on her lipstick. It left a red trail on the
corner of her mouth all the way up her cheek.
Yup, Amanda said into the phone. Yeah, shes fine. She needs a new Blackberry, though.
Hers got trashed.
Whats he saying? Avery whispered harshly.
Amanda tilted the receiver away from her mouth. He says youre fired.
What? Avery cried.
Amanda laughed. Yeah, that was her, she said into the phone. Ill tell her. Cheers. She hung
up and pointed her mobile at Avery. He knows you had a rough day. He just wanted to check in
and see how youre doing.
Thats all? Avery asked.
For now, Amanda mumbled. She looked at the clock on her phone. We better get a move on if
you want to be fashionably late.
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It was true that Avery had never felt more beautiful in her life. She saw the final product of
Clarices work in the bathroom mirror and gaped at her reflection. This woman staring back at her
wasnt a mousy Oxford grad with a penchant for order and stiff wool skirts. This new woman in
the mirror was a sex bomb, a Hollywood starlet who had just broken onto the screen but who
everyone knew as that gorgeous girl in that one film.
Holy shit, she said.
Clarice appeared behind her in the reflection. Am I good or what?
Avery turned and hugged Clarice tightly. I think I love you.
Clarice smiled and patted her back. They all say that.
Amanda poked her head in the bathroom doorway. Come on, well walk you downstairs.
The lift ride down to the lobby felt like an eternity. There were mirrors on every side of the
elevator, even the ceiling, and no matter where Avery turned her head, she caught a glimpse of
herself and couldnt help but criticize. Her arse was too big. Her hair wasnt curled enough. Her
legs were too stubby. But as soon as they exited the lift and into the lobby, all of Averys selfdoubt melted away.
Every bloke turned their head to look at her. Even the concierge, whom Avery was almost
positive was gay, had his eyes bugged out when he saw her.
How do you feel? Amanda asked.
Like throwing up.
They reached the piano bar across check-in. At one of the tables in the front, Benedict was sitting
with Martin. Avery stopped and turned around quickly. Nope, nope, she muttered.
Amanda and Clarice took her arms and forced her to keep moving forwards. Its not that Avery
was embarrassed, she just felt guilty for not doing her job and leaving the set so quickly. What if
he really was cross? What if he reamed her out for being so irresponsible, so careless with a simple
order of coffee?
Martin saw her first. He had his pint close to his lips and did a double-take as Avery neared.
Jesus, he mumbled. Benedict saw her next. His mouth parted and he stared widely as though
she had a halo around her head.
Hello, boys, Amanda said as they passed.
Benedict and Martin stood from their table clumsily. Avert stopped and flashed her boss a smile.
He closed his gaping mouth and swallowed.
You, uh . . . you look
Disgusting, Martin said. He looked at Amanda. Dear?
Amanda laughed. Its all right, sweetie. Shes sex on legs tonight.
Sex on legs! Martin parroted uneasily. He sat back down to save face and gulped his beer.
Ben remained standing, gazing at Avery with a far-off look on his face.

What? Avery asked, touching her hair. Was her lipstick smeared? Did she have something in
her teeth?
Benedict shook his head to remove himself from his stupor. Are you, ehmare you ladies going
out?
Not us, Clarice said. Shes got a date.
A date? Benedict repeated.
Its not a date, Avery said. Just a drink with an old . . . acquaintance.
Must be the king of Norway with that dress, Martin said beneath his breath. Amanda smacked
his shoulder.
Avery swallowed hard, her nerves bunching together in the pit of her stomach. She looked at
Benedict and said meekly, Do I look okay?
A slight laugh escaped his mouth, as if she had asked the most obvious question on the planet. He
nodded and said, You look beautiful.
Avery smiled greatly, baring her teeth. It was just what she needed to hear to untangle the knots in
her stomach, to feel confident and secure and beautiful enough to make Charlie weep bitter tears
of regret. She held her silver clutch to her stomach and said, I wont be late.

Incident at the King's Arms

Chapter Summary

Avery has her drink (or four) with her ex-boyfriend.

Chapter Notes

Yes, I'm majoring in creative writing. Yes, I'm wasting my talents. YES, you fuckers
better buy my book if/when it ever gets published. I love you all. <3

The Alma Tavern, 11:13pm

As Benedict crossed the road with Martin, he couldnt help but wonder how Averys non-date
was going. A part of him wanted to stay at the piano bar in the hotel, if only to see that she had
gotten home safely. But the other part of him dreaded the possibility that she would have this nonlover of hers on her arm when she got back. Why was she having a drink with him, anyway? He
was a cheating prat who probably looked like Groucho Marx and ate with his toes. Avery
deserved better. In that red dress and that beautiful smile, she deserved everything the world had to
offer.
Oi, mate! Martin said. The light had turned green, signaling they could cross.
Sorry. Ben followed Martin closely, pulling his jacket closer around his waist. There was a chill
in the air and Benedict suddenly realized that Avery had gone out without a coat. What if she
walked home and caught a cold? What if Groucho Fuck-face didnt lend her his jacket?
Are you with me, Ben? Martin asked. They were across the street now in front of the Alma
Tavern, a traditional pub in the west end of the city. Martin wanted to get a bite and check out the
theater in back to book a show during their stay. Amanda had called it a night early to have a
Skype session with her children.
They paused outside the pub as Benedict took a pack of cigarettes from his coat pocket. He lit one
up and stared absentmindedly down the street.
Youre being cryptic, Martin said. I dont like it.
Ben took a drag and exhaled slowly. Do you think Averys all right?
Martin looked at his friend and shrugged. Dunno. I spose. Shes a tough woman.
I know, its just . . . Benedict sighed and smoked again. Why do women insist on going back
to their dodgy exes?
Who says shes going back to him?
Ben laughed sarcastically. In this light, he looked and acted almost exactly like his Sherlock

charactersmug and prideful. She wasnt wearing that dress to impress us. I guarantee it.
Why do you care so much? Martin asked, shoving his hands in his jacket pockets.
Benedict looked at his friend, cigarette perched between his fingers. It was doing nothing to calm
his nerves. I dont. I mean, I doI just worry, thats all. Shes a good friend and Id hate to see
her get hurt. He flicked his cigarette on the ground and snubbed it out with his shoe. As he
exhaled the last of the smoke, he noticed his friend smiling at him. What? Ben asked.
Martin shook his head. Nothing. You just sound jealous, is all.
Jealous? Benedict cried. He held open the pub door for his friend but had a right mind to smack
him in the face with it. Thats bollocks.
As soon as they entered, Benedict and Martin stopped. At the front of the bar, slumped over a
cocktail, Avery sat on one of the stools with the grimmest look either of the men had ever seen.
Her mascara was running down her face. A strap on her dress had been torn. She had her heels off
and placed on top of the counter. When she looked in the mirror behind the bar, she saw Ben and
Martins reflection and started to cry.
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The Kings Arms, three hours earlier
Avery thought she was fashionably late, but leave it to Charlie to show up a good forty-five
minutes behind schedule. He worse a crisp blue suit with a red tie, a jaunt in his step, and when
Avery stood from the table, he stopped and smiled.
Wow. You look gorgeous.
Youre late, Avery said, sitting back down.
Got tied down, Charlie said, taking a place at the table.
Who was it this time, some tart from Tesco?
Charlie laughed and snapped his fingers for the waiter. I suppose I deserved that. When the
waiter came around, Charlie ordered a sangria with lime.
Ill have another Barclays, please, Avery said to the waiter.
Charlie raised a brow at her. Barclays? Since when do you drink that swill?
Since Benedict-fucking-Cumberbatch ordered it, Avery thought. She shrugged and said, Dunno.
Have a taste for it lately.
Charlie shook his head and chuckled. I remember this. Id always order the froofy drinks and
youd get a beer like a chum at a rowers club. I can still see right through you, Aves.
Avery looked at the table setting and forced an amiable smile. Fuck you, she thought. You dont
know anything about me. But the words could never make it past her lips.
Charlie leaned back in his chair and studied Avery. You really do look fantastic. New dress?
Avery nodded. You could say that.
Charlie tilted forward, elbows on the table. Tell me, then. Who are you working for? I tried

Googling you, but nothing recent came up. PR or PA? He wiggled his eyebrow, an act Avery
found distasteful even today.
Im not allowed to say, she admitted. And it was the truth.
Ah, Charlie peered at her with a know-it-all smile. PA, then. Go on, who is it? David Tennant?
Lily Allen?
Im really not allowed to say, Charlie.
Ill squeeze it out of you eventually. Charlie took a sip from his water glass and straightened his
tie. Since you asked, Ive been doing quite well. Dads firm has taken offun-besmirched by me
so far. Got a nice flat by the river
Why did you ask me here, Charlie? Avery said.
Charlie folded his hands on the table and pursed his lips. I want you back, Aves.
Avery rolled her eyes and fell back against her seat in a huff. Jesus Christ, Chaz
I know I said I only wanted to be mates, but that was a lie. Seeing you on the street again today
made me realize how much I missed you.
And you thought Id, what? Fall back into your arms after all these years?
No, I just Charlie stopped as the waiter came by with their drinks. He thanked the man and
took a hearty sip of his sangria. I thought a part of you felt the same way. Youve got this glow
about you, Aves. Like someones shined a light on inside you. He paused and stared at Avery
with a knowing smile. Who are you fucking?
Charlie! Avery yelled. He was never known for subtlety.
Is it your boss, then? This mysterious celebrity?
My sex life is none of your bloody business! Avery said. She realized she had been yelling and
shrunk in her chair. And even if I was, Im sure hed be a better shag than you.
Charlie slapped his hand on the table and laughed. See, I miss that! This back-and-forth we
always had. Its electrifying.
Charlie, we fought constantly, Avery said. Thats not passion, thats just a shit relationship.
You cant stand anyone having the upper hand over you.
I can so! Charlie argued.
No you cant.
I can
You cant! See, youre doing it now.
Charlie rolled his eyes. Fine. Okay. Im a twerp. At least I can admit it now, eh?
Avery pressed her lips together to keep from smiling, but his boyish grin made her snort a laugh.
Youre incorrigible, Charlie.
I know, Charlie said. He looked out at the bar and raised his hand. Garon? Ill have what

shes having, please.

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Three Barclays in, Avery had forgotten why she was so nervous to be here in the first place.
Despite his faults, Charlie was proving to be surprisingly good company. They fell into their usual
habits of nitpicking the Prime Minister and making stories up of the other patrons at the bar. The
waitress in the corner was secretly a Russian spy. The mixologist at the bar was a gay stripper.
The couple by the window were two long-lost relatives who had a penchant for incest.
Thats awful! Avery laughed.
Rules of the game, love. The dirtier, the better.
Avery chuckled. She realized they hadnt ordered a speck of food to eat since sitting down, but
the beer filled her up quite nicely and the conversation kept her stomach from talking over her
brain.
So, Charlie continued, still keeping mum about your boss?
Avery shook her head and put a finger to her lips. Loose lips sink shits. I mean ships. She
giggled. Really, though, its no big deal. Its just a job.
Mm. Charlie nodded. He leaned in, his face against the candlelight, and whispered, What does
he think of you staying out past your bedtime?
Avery rolled her eyes. Hes my boss, not my dad.
Charlie held up his glass. Cheers to that.
Avery clinked glasses with him. Things were going so much better than she expected. There were
no tears, no yelling for hair-pulling or food-throwing. They were just two adults having pleasant
conversation. Avery finally felt like a grown-up, something her relationship with Charlie deprived
her of.
After their fourth beer, Avery decided it was time for them to part ways. She expected Charlie to
put up a fuss, but he walked her outside and even gave her his jacket to block the chilly wind.
They walked a block down the street and stopped at a light.
I can take it from here, Avery said.
You sure? Charlie reached out and rubbed her arms to keep her warm. I can call a taxi.
Naw, I like to walk, Avery said, tilting her head up to smell the air. It help me think.
Okay. Charlie smiled. He leaned in to peck her on the cheek, then switched course completely
and headed straight for her mouth.
Avery wasnt fast enough. His wet lips were already on hers by the time she started batting him
away. She pushed him off and yelled, What the hell, Charlie?
What? he cried. I thought you wanted
Youve ruined the whole bloody evening!
What do you mean? he said. You knew this was coming, Aves. That dress, your hair . . . your
tits look fantastic.

tits look fantastic.

Avery smacked him over the head with her silver clutch. You prick!
Aves, cmon, Charlie took her arms and pulled her closer. The more she resisted, the tighter he
held on.
Charlie, stop it! I mean it
Cmon, babe
Avery jerked away. His hand was holding onto the strap of her dress for leverage, and as he fell
back, it broke. Avery raised her hand and slapped him across the face. Charlie stumbled back
slightly.
The fuck? he yelled. That hurt, you bitch!
Get away from me, Charlie, or I swear to God Ill scream! Avery took his jacket from her
shoulders and threw it at him.
He stared at her moment, face red and eyes pointing daggers. He turned sharply and muttered,
Cunt, under his breath as he crossed the road. On the other side of the street, he pointed to her
and said, Theres a reason I cheated on you, you frigid bitch!
Avery watched him leave, wondering if this was a horrible nightmare or a fantasy she had
conjured. But it was real. Charlie could change on a dime like that, and while he had never forced
himself on her like that before, years of separation must have taken its toll on his patience. She
hugged herself and breathed raggedly. A few more drink in her and she might not have had the
strength to fight him off. Would he really have taken it that far? Possibly. It was the idea that
scared Avery more than anything.
She touched the broken strap on her dress. There was no way Harvey Nichols would take it back
now, and it was a small fortune that she didnt want to saddle Amanda with. Avery put her hand
on her forehead and smoothed out her wrinkles. Tears formed behind her eyes like pinpricks. She
didnt have her Blackberry to call anyone. She was in a town of old ghosts with no way of
redeeming herself.
So she walked. And cried. Days, miles, lifetimes later, she found herself at the Alma Tavern.
Avery sat at the front of the bar and ordered a shot.
Dont stop pouring until Im good and drunk, she said to the bartender.
She drank a shot of vodka and a cuba libre. She had a glass of wine for the next wave of tears that
hit her. A man tried asking if she was okay, but she brushed him off by calling him a communist
pigwhich she instantly regrettedand no one else bothered her the rest of the night.
Until Benedict-fucking-Cumberbatch and Martin Freeman walked in.
She saw their reflection in the mirror behind the bar. Such handsome men. Such utter non-twats.
They would never stick their tongues down her throat forcefully. They would never tear the strap
on her 2,000 dress. And they certainly would never call her a frigid bitch or a cunt. Their
goodness was too much to handle. Their beauty was too irritatingly unspoiled. Perfect people did
exist, after all.
And Avery cried all over again.

Revelation
Chapter Summary

After Benedict manages to cheer Avery up, she comes to a life-altering realization.

Chapter Notes

I'm so very sorry for the awful excuse of erotica in this section.

The boys blazed a trail to Avery. Martin was slightly ahead, and Benedict couldnt help but push
past him and meet the lovely brunette at the bar first. Whats happened? he asked. Are you all
right?
Avery sniffled and look up at her boss. His sapphire eyes were wrought with concern, studying
her intensely. Oh, hello, sir, she said. Her voice was thick, choked by tears and embarrassment.
Lovely to see you.
What happened, Avery? Marti asked, standing on the other side of her.
Avery turned to him and put her hand on his shoulder. Youre a proper chap, Martin. One of the
good ones. You should write a book about being an upstanding citizen in every way.
Avery, listen. Ben sat down on the stool next to her, his voice low. He didnt seem to care that
people might notice them and sell the strange little scene to a gossip rag. If youre hurt . . . if
something horrible happened
Im so stupid, Avery whispered. She put her hand on her face, elbow resting on the counter.
So stupid.
Ben asked the bartender for a water and handed it to Avery. She drank greedily, took a deep
breath, and started again. It was going so well. I thought we could actual try and be friends. Then
he mucked it up and got fresh. Ripped my bloody dress . . . she sniffled again and looked at
Benedict. Do you know what he called me?
Bens jaw tightened. He felt his blood boil and his hand clench into a fist. If this twat, Charlie, had
called her anything other than her name, he was going to lose it.
Avery turned to Martin and said, Tell mehave you ever had the impulse to call a woman a cunt
for not putting out?
Martin stood from his stool. Right, where does he live? he demanded. I mean it. Where can we
find him?
Benedict took an even less-calm approach by saying, Ill fucking kill him.
For how drunk Avery felt, their protectiveness was flattering. She wanted nothing more to eat and

sleep and watch Charlie get his arse handed to him in between, but even with a few drinks in her,
she knew she had to rein them in.
Please, please . . . Avery put her hand on her bosss shoulder. Please sit. I cant do this right
now. Im so bloody tired and hungry.
Ben looked at Martin and sighed slowly. He was trembling with rage, the desire to kill this Charlie
person unlike anything he had ever felt. He considered himself a peaceful person, but if a man had
the bollocks to disrespect a womanespecially one as kind and beautiful and sweet as Avery
then there was no justice in the world. He sat back down in his stool.
What can we do? he asked. How can we help?
Avery shook her head and gave him a weak smile. You cant. She wiped her nose with the
back of her hand and took another liberal gulp of water. I miss Nani. Shed always make me
curry when I was sloshed.
Whos Nani? Martin asked.
My flatmate. Shes getting married. Avery chuckled, thinking of how funny it was that Nabi
was going to be someones wife and probably a mother. For someone who couldnt change the
batteries in the smoke alarm, Nani was taking on a big responsibility. Suddenly, Averys ordeal
with Charlie seemed like a drop in the ocean. Avery looked at her boss. Youre not married, she
said.
The anger in his face melted away and he smiled slightly. No, Im not.
Why not? Avery asked. The room was tilted ever-further to the right. She held onto the edge of
the bar for support. Youre so nice. Certainly not like Charlie. She reached out and touched the
tip of his nose. Boop! Avery giggled.
Ben looked at Martin. All right. Time to get her home.
No, please! Avery said. Im starving.
Well order in, Ben said.
Ill call a cab, Martin said. You take her out the back way, Ill meet you in a tick.
Right. Benedict helped Avery to her feet. She grabbed her shoes and held his waist for support,
hardly thinking of the compromising situation it may have seemed like to others. But Ben put his
arm around her and guided her out the back of the pub carefully.
As they exited to the alley, Avery tripped slightly, the hard pavement cold on her feet. Is this
grounds for termination, Mr. Cumberbumbedebadoo? she asked.
As long as you dont vomit on my feet, he responded.
Avery snorted out a laugh and held his waist tighter. He was so strong, so solid. No matter how
much she bended and swayed and stumbled, he had a good hold on her and didnt let go. It wasnt
long until a cab pulled up in the alley with Martin in the back. He helped Avery climb inside and
Benedict took the front seat.
Pieces of the cab ride back to the hotel went missing like spliced film strip. Avery remember
resting her head on the window and looking up at the blurred streetlights. She remembered
wanting to throw up, but swallowed it back down. Then they were in an elevator, her shoes

mysteriously strapped to her feet, the lift causing her stomach to drop to her knees. As they walked
through a twisting, turning hallway, Benedict and Martin parted ways after exchanging a few
words. Avery saluted him and congratulated Martin on a job well done.
Then she was in bed. Her bed. On her back. Someone was taking her shoes off and pulling a
blanket over her body up to her waist.
Is this the elevator? Avery asked, her head bobbing up and down and up and
Youre in your room, a voice said. Bens voice. Smooth and silky and dripping with sex. Are
you going to fall asleep?
Avery bolted upright, which was a big mistake. All the blood rushed to the back of her eyeballs
and her brain flipped upside down. You promised food. She pointed at her boss and sneered at
him.
Benedict laughed. It was like a violin swelling romantically. Up for it?
Another chunk of the night went missing, because Avery laid back down for five seconds, and
when she arose, Benedict was kneeling next to the coffee table in the small lounge area, scooping
rice and curry and samosas onto two plates. He noticed her wobbling over to the couches and got
up to help. Avery waved him away and he sat back down on the floor.
You have to promise you wont puke, Benedict said.
I make no such promises, Avery replied. She grabbed the throw blanket from the couch and
wrapped it around herself. She sat on the floor across the coffee table from Ben and breathed in
the spicy, exotic smells of take-out Indian. Her heart ached for Nani. Is this a habit of yours? she
asked Benedict. Babysitting slobbering drunks?
No, Ben said, spooning tandoori onto his paper plate. I just dont like seeing people go to bed
hungry. Myself included.
Avery laughed. Ah. The real excuse for midnight take-out.
Benedict chuckled. Hand me your plate.
Amazingly, he has gotten all the food she loved from a place called India Paradise down the
block. Chicken tika masala, raisin naan, lamb curry with sweet tamarind sauce, and plenty of
veggie samosas for them both. As soon as she started to eat, Avery felt better. Her head didnt spin
as much. Her words became less slurred and whole. After her fist helping of lamb curry, she felt
almost sober. But the weight of her disastrous non-date with Charlie still kept a dark cloud over
her head.
Do you want to talk about it? Benedict asked, taking a bite out of a samosa.
Avery pushed her chicken around her plate and sighed. Not really. I should have trusted my
instincts. Im a complete imbecile.
Youre not, Benedict said sternly. Hes the prat for doing what he did.
Avery nodded slowly. She looked at Ben across the coffee table. I bet youre kicking yourself for
hiring a mess like me.
Ben put his silverware down and pushed his plate away. He looked at Avery so seriously, she
became legitimately concerned. You need to stop doing that, he said.

Doing what?
I wouldnt have hired you if I didnt think you were right for the job. You had a bad day. You
are allowed to be vulnerable. Dont ever, ever let anyone make you believe youre less than a
smart, talented, and lovely person.
Avery stared. Her heart thudded in her chest. Any remnants of drunkenness had been sobered by
his words. He spoke with such conviction, such passion and earnestness, Avery felt like tearing
up. No man, except for her father, had ever talked her up so grandly without a trace of irony.
Thank you, she whispered.
Ben nodded, lowered his eyes a moment, and looked at Avery again. I can still have him
murdered, you know.
Avery broke out laughing.
Im quite serious. Benedict helped himself to another samosa, grinning. It would take two
phone calls at the most.
Can we put a pin in the idea? Avery asked.
Too late, Ben said, Ive got a sniper trained on whats-his-name as we speak.
Avery laughed. She smiled fondly at her boss and said, Thank you. For everything.
Benedict nodded. Youre most welcome.
They finished off their meal and Ben cleaned up the paper plates and glasses. Avery walked him
to her door, the blanket still wrapped around her shoulders, and leaned against the wall as he put
his hand on the knob.
Youre sure youll be all right? her boss asked.
Avery nodded and smiled. Ill be fine. Thank you. She scrunched her face and touched the
broken strap of her dress. Do you think Amanda will be cross?
Lets see.
Benedict reached out and took the broken strap between his thumb and forefinger. He placed it
over her smooth, creamy shoulder and touched the frayed ends of the fabric together. Ben leaned
in, inspecting the tear, his face mere hairs apart from Averys. His eyes wandered up her long
neck and slender jaw. He could smell the curry on her breath, the sweet lilac scent of her body
wash. Her hair was slightly tousled from its up-do, just enough that he wanted to tuck a few stray
strands behind her ear. Her breathing changed just slightly, just enough for Benedict to notice her
large breasts rise and fall behind the plunging neck of her dress. Before he allowed himself to get
any closer, Ben pulled away and let the broken strap fall down her shoulder again.
He cleared his throat and said, I know someone who can fix that.
Avery blinked. Fix what? She didnt realize she was staring at his lips. He had been so close, so
gentle with his long fingers on her shoulder, that every molecule in her body melted away and she
could barely breathe. Avery forced herself back to reality and pulled the blanket tighter around
herself. Right. The dress. That would be great.
Benedict smiled at her, his eyes searching her face. He got this hazy look, the same look he had

given her when he first saw her in the red dress. His licked his lips slightly, the muscles in his arms
tightening.
Avery swallowed hard. She parted her lips, words dissolving on her tongue. Then she forced
herself to look away and said, Well, I should get some sleep.
Ben nodded, coming out of his trance. So should I. He smiled and leaned in to give Avery a
quick, awkward peck on the cheek.
Avery chuckled and took a few steps back for safety.
Benedict opened the door. Goodnight, then.
Goodnight, sir.
He tipped his head, smiled, and walked out.
When he was gone, Avery leaned against the wall and put her hand to her heart. She felt drunk all
over again.
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Some of the best dreams Avery ever had was when she was drunk. Tonight was no exception.
There was warm watering, misting all around her. A pair of hands with long fingers was holding
her waist, traveling up her back and into her wet hair. She felt the coldness of a shower door as
she leaned back, her mouth intertwined with another.
Moist, eager lips.
Strong arms.
Averys loins throbbed as a mans cock was positioned right up along her wet snatch, begging to
be entered. She moaned as the man ran his tongue down her neck, lapping up water. She put her
arms around his neck and he grabbed her rear, pulling her up as she wrapped her legs around his
waist. He held on tightly so she wouldnt fall.
Please . . . Avery whispered.
Please what? the man asked.
She knew that voice. Deep. Silky. A voice like the reverb of a baritone piano key.
Benedict.
Please do this, Avery begged.
He obliged whole-heartedly. Ben thrust his cock in her, moaning every inch of the way. Avery
held onto the top of the shower door and cried out. He thrust slowly at first, then faster, digging
his fingers into her arse. Benedict kissed her neck, then lowered his mouth onto her breasts and
teased her nipples.
Oh my God, Avery cried. Ohhh God . . .
Then suddenly she was on her feet, her back to him, forehead pressed against the glass of the
shower door. Benedict took her from behind, cupping her breast in one hand and lightly tapping
her arse with the other.

So good, he whispered against her neck.

Avery reached her arm around and held the back of his head, urging him closer, harder, faster. He
breathed raggedly against her neck and pounded vigorously, filling Avery with every inch of
himself.
Please tell me, Avery said between thrusts. Please . . .
Benedict turned his head up and pressed his lips against her ear. His hips slowed. His hand
loosened on her breast. His lips were still right up against Averys ear, but she couldnt hear what
he was whispering.
I cant . . . cant hear, Avery said. Please dont
A loud buzzing interrupted Averys dream. She snapped her eyes open and sucked in a deep
breath. The clock on her nightstand was telling her to get up. She batted it onto the floor and rolled
over on her side, body trembling. What little morning light that was in the room blinded her.
Averys head pounded. Her privates were burning, aching for release with just the touch of her
hand.
Avery slowly raised her head from her pillow. She looked around and whispered, Shit.
It was a sex dream. About her bloody boss. Avery hadnt had a sex dream since last year, and
even then it was with a faceless man. This felt so real, so scarily accurate with what she wanted in
a good shag. But it was disturbing, also. Her bloody fucking boss!
Avery threw her covers off and scrambled for the room phone. She dialed Nani, hoping her friend
wasnt stuck with a client. Three agonizing rings later, Nani answered with a sleepy, Hello?
Nan.
What is it? Nani asked, perking up. She knew Avery was seriously concerned about something
by the tone in her voice. Either someone had died, or
I think I fancy my boss.

The Christmas Gift

Chapter Summary

Benedict gives Avery a Christmas gift that she almost can't accept.

Nani was hysterical. She screamed about Avery and this handsome, wealthy actor having
beautiful Cumberbabies and a Disney wedding and she could tellfrom a hundred miles away
and having never met the actorthat Benedict was in love with her, as well.
Avery dismissed it. She told herself it was just because he was handsome. It was his eyes and his
high cheekbones and sexy voice and long banana fingers that she fancied. And who wouldnt?
She was no different than millions of girls on the internet pining for him. It wasnt terrifying for
them, so why should it be terrifying for her?
The problem was, he was always around. It was part of the job, after all. She followed him like a
shadow, always basking in his trail of spicy cologne, always leaning next to him to grab notes or
take an important number. He saw her. He smiled at her and waved and asked how her day was
going. Those girls on the internet most certainly couldnt say the same thing.
For weeks, Avery was able to do her job without any more personal interruptions. She kept things
light and professionalwent to bed at a decent hour alone, called Nani and her father on her
hours off, even took up knitting on long commutes to interviews and outdoor shoots. Only under
the cover of sleep was her subconscious able to take over and speak the truththat she wanted to
shag him mercilessly. Such inappropriate thoughts were met with penance in the morning, like
cold showers and purposefully burnt toast. She kept her eyes low and her head down.
The first episode was finally finished filming in mid-November. They began shooting the next
episode almost a month later, with a short break for Christmas. Avery had leave to go to
Portsmouth to see her dad for the holiday. Before she left, a knock sounded at her hotel room
door. She was just starting to pack, her clothes folded neatly on her bed next to her luggage.
Avery went to the door and looked through the peephole. It was Benedict. She took a breath to
steady herself and opened the door, mustering the best platonic smile she could.
Hello, she said.
Ben had something behind his back. He revealed a box wrapped in shiny red paper with a smart
green bow. Happy Christmas, he said, smiling.
Avery grinned genuinely. Whats this?
Benedict shook the box. Can I come in?
Oh, yes! She led him inside and smoothed her hair. She was wearing her packing outfit,
pajama bottoms with her Oxford tee and plaid slippers. She crossed her arms over her chest and
said, I must look like a state. Let me change.
She went to the bedroom and closed the sliding panel doors. Benedict waited outside in the living
area, pacing back and forth with the gift still in hand. Almost done packing? he asked.

Yeah, Avery said, pulling a thick jumper over her head. My train leaves at eight tonight.
Ben nodded as if she could see her. He brushed his thumb along the wrapped box, excited to see
her face when she opened it. He smiled.
When do you leave? Avery called. She pulled on a pair of denims.
Tomorrow, he replied. Mums got me on wood-chopping duty.
Youre joking! Avery laughed. She checked her hair in the bathroom mirror and pulled it back
in a loose ponytail.
Ben sat on the couch. He noticed a silk camisole wedged between the cushions and pulled it out.
Avery must have forgotten about it. Benedict brushed his fingers along the fabric and smiled. He
brought it to his face and took a quick whiff. It smelled like her lilac body wash. Ben swooned.
I thought youd have a professional do that for you? Avery said, coming out of the bedroom.
Ben stuffed the cami between the cushions again and turned his head to her. She looked radiant
even in casual clothing. He ever knew someone could make not giving a damn look so calculated
and gorgeous.
You dont think I can chop my own wood? he said.
Avery shrugged and sat on the couch next to him, one leg tucked in. Well, you need me to get
you coffee. I figured lumberjacking was out of the question for you.
Benedict smiled and narrowed his eyes. Cheeky. He held out the present to her again.
Avery grinned. She took the present slowly and opened it with precision, keeping the paper and
bow intact. She lifted the lid of the medium-sized box and peeled away the tissue paper. Inside,
there was a book with a faded green leather bound and yellowing paper. Avery squinted at the
title.
Peter and Wendy, she said. She checked the inside. It was a first edition, 1911. Avery put a
hand to her mouth and gasped. Tears welled in her eyes. Oh my God.
I remember you telling me this was your favorite book growing up, Benedict said.
Avery shook her head in disbelief as she stared at the treasure. This was my mums favorite
book, too. She looked at her boss. How did you?
I found it on ebay, of all places, Ben said with a laugh. It genuine. Got a letter for it and
everything.
Avery just kept shaking her head, tears welling in her eyes. She knew for a fact that a first-edition
J.M. Barrie went for over a thousand pounds. This is too much, she said. I cant
I want you to have it, Benedict said. I picked it out especially for you.
Avery couldnt keep her tears in anymore. One fell down her cheek and she wiped it away
quickly, sniffling. She finally looked at him and smiled. Thank you. Its beautiful. She leaned
over and wrapped her arms around her neck. She meant for it to be a light, friendly hug, but she
ended up burying her face in the crook of his neck and squeezing him tightly.
He rubbed her back and whispered, Youre welcome.

Even after a few seconds, they didnt let go. Benedict didnt try to pull away. In fact, he tilted his
head closer to hers. It was the nicest thing anyone had ever gotten Avery. Charlie never gave her
anything so sentimental, and Nani never had the cash for expensive things. Her father tried his
best, but at the end of the day he gave his daughter what was practical, but still plenty special to
her.
Avery finally separated from him with an embarrassed laugh. She wiped her eyes and said, Im
such a mug. She suddenly looked at him in horror. Oh, bollocks! I didnt get you anything!
Ben laughed. Its all right
No, its not! You got me this amazing gift, and I
Avery. Benedict put his hands on her shoulders. Its fine. Really. Ive got enough bloody stuff
lying around my flat, anyway. He smiled, eyeing her up and down, his hands still touching her
gently. He leaned in slightly and whispered, Though, if you must get me something, I wouldnt
say no to a Macallan 1946.
Avery laughed. Her father was a whisky drinker and she knew a drink like that cost almost half a
million dollars. Someday, he always mused. Someday Ill have a sip.
Will you be back for New Years? Benedict asked.
Avery held the book to her chest. She nodded. Yeah.
Good. Ben smiled, gazing at her in such a way, Avery felt that rush of warm longing in her
chest that she woke up with when she was dreaming about him.
She cleared her throat and said, If you need me while Im gone
Ill call.
Avery grinned. She hugged him again, kissing his cheek lightly for one last goodbye.
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Portsmouth
MacReynolds Pub on the docks still had that crooked step in the front, still had faded yellow
wallpaper and the stench of fish and flat beer. It was like stepping back into childhood for Avery.
She would walk down to the docks after school and meet her father as he was having his afterwork pint. Then theyd walk home together, his rough hand in hers, telling her about his day
while she skipped and sang.
Stepping into the pub now, Avery smiled at the familiar faces. There was old Joe Telly, whose
hands were as scaley as the fish he gutted in the market. Declan Rogers was at his usual table by
the old jukebox, smoking clove cigarettes and grumbling about the Prime Minister. And then there
was her father, Henry, sitting on a stool with his back to the crowd, nursing a pint as he flirted
with Fred MacReynolds wife.
Avery snaked her way through the tables, set her bag on the floor, and put her hands over her
fathers eyes from behind. Guess who, she whispered in his ear.
Henry spun around in his chair and smiled widely. Avey-baby! he cried, jumping up and
pulling her into a bear hug.

Avery laughed and breathed him in. Pipe tobacco. Fish n chips. Earl Grey tea. Home.
They parted and Henry held his daughter out for the whole pub to see. Oi, boys! he yelled. My
girl is back!
The crusty old men turned and cheered when they saw Avery, holding up their pints and flashing
her earnest smiles. Avery gave her father another hug and offered to pay his tab.
No, no, Henry said, pulling out his wallet. Picked up an extra shift in the yard. Im taking you
out tonight.
You shouldnt work so hard, Dad, Avery said, picking up her bag.
What else am I gonna do? Date? He laughed, then threw a wink at old Mrs. MacReynold.
Avery shook her head and smiled. Her father was still as boisterous as ever, a little rounder in his
belly and balder on his crown, but he never lost that sparkle in his baby-blue eyes. He took
Averys bag for her, said cheerio to the boys, and walked off down the street towards home. It
was like she had never left.
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Later that night, after a hearty steak dinner in town, Avery unpacked her things in her old room
and chatted with Nani on the phone. Averys room was on the top floor of their townhouse, a
slanted wall to the east and a window overlooking the water. Her dad hadnt changed a thing
since she left for unistill the same floral bed sheets and oak furniture, pictures from grade school
on the wall and photos of her mum on the dresser.
I told you, Nani said on the phone. And what did I tell you? He loooooves you!
Avery rolled her eyes and laughed as she tucked a pair of jeans in her bottom dresser. She had her
phone pressed to her ear with her shoulder, tilting the room slightly. Just because he gave me a
book, it doesnt mean he fancies me, Avery told her friend.
A book that costs a cool thousand, Nani said. There was a racket on her end of the line like pots
being thrown about, then a string of Hindi. Raj must have been trying to cook again. Do you
know how much Rajs wedding ring costs? Nani asked.
I dont want to
Not as much as that bloody book, Ill tell you that. Youre practically married already.
Avery sat on the edge of her bed and pushed the rest of her clothes in her luggage aside. On the
bottom of the duffle bag, her book was nestles safely between two cotton shirts. She ran her
fingers over the word cover and smiled. Hes just being nice, Avery said. Celebrities give their
assistants expensive things all the time. Anita Thornway gave me that diamond tennis bracelet for
my birthday, remember?
There was another clash in the background on Nanis end. Oi, svadhna rah! she yelled to
her fianc. Avery didnt know what it meant, but she guessed it wasnt pretty. What about you?
Nani asked.
What about me?
Still want to snog his brains out?

Nanita! Avery stood and continued unpacking. I told you, all thats behind me now. Im a
professional.
So what did you get him for Christmas? Besides your twat?
Avery shook her head. There was no stopping Nanis vulgarity once it was in motion. Actually,
Im knitting him a scarf. I started it on the train to Portsmouth. Avery dug in the side of the bad
and pulled out her blossoming creation. It was orange-yellow with chunky edges and gaps
throughout. I think its coming along nicely, she said.
A scarf? Nani sneered. A rich, handsome sex god gives you a first-edition of your favorite
book and youre knitting him a bloody scarf? Are you daft?
What? Its charming!
Avery, I love you, but youre a fuckin idiot.
Averys phone beeped, indicating an incoming call. Hold on a sec, Nan. She answered the other
call professionally, in case another persistent magazine editor wanted to book an interview just
before Christmas. This is Avery.
You need to come to London.
It was Benedict.
Avery stopped pacing. Her heart raced. If there was some kind of an emergency, something
wrong with his schedule
Why? Whats wrong?
Ben laughed. I mean for New Years Eve. Im having a party.
Avery scrunched her nose. Youre having a party?
Well, me and a very exclusive list of guests. I rented out a whole karaoke bar on the west end.
Avery spun around, unsure of what to do with herself. Um . . . sorry, you need me to work, or
?
Of course not! Ben said. Im inviting you to my New Years Eve party as a guest. No
obligation. And no Blackberry.
Avery smiled and put a hand to her flushed cheek. She thought he would be spending New
Years Eve quietly in Bristol, maybe having a few pints with Martin and Amandanothing to call
the Queen about. This, however, sounded like the first proper celebrity party Avery would be
going to with him.
Well, um Averys phone beeped again, telling her that Nani was still on the other line. Is it
all right if I bring a friend? Since Ill be in London, anyway
Yeah, thats fine. Two at the most, though. Well already be ripping at the seams.
Avery smiled. Great! Um, let me call you back in five.
So youll come, then? Ben asked. He sounded so hopeful, even a touch concerned about her
final answer.

Ill be there with bells on, she said.

Great. Call me in a bit, okay?
Will do. Averys smile stretched to her earlobes as she clicked back over to Nani. In London,
Nani sounded like she was beating Raj with a metal pasta strainer, yelling in a mix of English and
Hindi about how her mothers chutney recipe was, by far, the best in New Delhi. Nan? Nani!
The yelling ceased. Whats the word? Nani asked.
Avery chuckled. She knew Nanita was going to go ape-shit in about three seconds. How would
you like to attend a New Years Eve party in London with me and my boss?
Silence stabbed Averys ear from the other end of the line. Raj tried saying something, but Nani
hushed him. Avery could practically see her roommate frozen in the kitchen, struggling to process
what Avery has said. I-I dont under . . .
You and Raj are invited to a celeb party in London for New Years Eve.
Nani screamed loudly into the phone. OHMIGOD, OHMIGOD, OHMIGOD! she yelled.
What? Raj said. What the bloody hell, Nan?
Avery laughed and held the phone away from her ear to protect her eardrums. She tilted the
receiver towards her mouth and yelled, Okay, I guess Ill put you down for a maybe, then. I
gotta go, Nan, Ill call you tomorrow.
OHMIGOD, OHMIGOD, OHMIGOD
Click.

New Year's Eve Part 1

Chapter Summary

Avery and her friends Nani and Raj spend a lavish New Year's Eve with Benedict
and his friends.

Chapter Notes

Sorry this one is short, I had to break it up into two chapters. Just out of curiosity,
how many of my readers are actually British?

It was only two blocks to Ruby Blue from the Leicester Square tube, enough time for Avery to
give Nani and Raj a strict set of rules to abide by for the night. She led them down the hectic,
blustery street like a general leading a small army into war. Her tall silver heels were already
aching, but there would be time to worry about that later.
Nani was arm-in-arm with Raj. She and Avery had gotten ready at the flat, gussying themselves
up in the bathroom mirror like a couple of schoolgirls going to the clubs on a Friday night. Avery
wore a black dress with a Peter Pan collar, her hair swept up smartly in a French twist. She carried
a mysterious white box that Nani wouldnt stop asking about. Nani wore a yellow dress with a
beaded waist that made her bronze skin glow. She applied and reapplied her makeup at least
twenty times, her hands shaking nervously as she tried to decide which eye shadow would go best
with her shoes. Raj, ever the hipster, played it safe with a pair of denims, a white button-down,

and a checkered tie. His curly hair was a brown mess on his head, large glasses magnifying his
handsome eyes. He clucked his tongue and rolled his eyes as the girls got ready that night. Why
he wasnt more excited, Avery didnt know.
As they reached Ruby Blue, Avery noticed security surrounding the outside of the building. She
stopped and turned to her friends, clutching the box to her chest. Okay, were almost there.
Nani grinned and bounced excitedly.
We need to do something first, Avery said. Please raise both hands.
Raj and Nani looked at each other, then raised their hands.
You must promise to be on your best behavior, Avery instructed. There might be a lot of
famous people in there tonight. I cant have you both losing your cool. Im looking at you,
Nanita.
Hey! Nani cried.
Im chill, Ave, Raj said. Ive sworn off drinking until the wedding, anyway.
God, why? Avery asked.
Raj smiled deviously. Strengthens your libido.
Avery scrunched her nose in disgust Ew.
Can we go now? Nani asked, throwing her hands down.
Im not done yet. Please keep your hands raised.
Nani rolled her eyes and put her hands up again.
Repeat after meI will not bother the pretty celebrities for autographs.
Nani and Raj repeated the oath verbatim.
I will not pitch any stupid movie ideas.
Averys friends repeated her words.
I will not do anything to jeopardize my dear friend Averys career.
Nanita rolled her eyes as she mumbled the oath.
FinallyI will keep what happens here tonight between us. Under penalty of death.
Under penalty of death, Raj and Nani repeated.
Now swear on Krishna, Avery said.
Nani lowered her hands. Thats offensive, Aves.
Then swear on Daddy-ji.
Nanis face became stricken. Nanis mother insisted she keep a portrait of her late father in their
apartment. It was adorned with a garland of marigolds above her bed. Nani usually covered it up

with a sheet when Raj came over, but when times were tough and she thought no one was around,
Nani prayed to Daddy-ji for guidance and miracles.
I swear on Daddy-ji, Nanita said.
And despite her obsessive nature with celebrity culture, Avery could tell her friend meant it. She
smiled, thanked them, and led them on down the war path once again.
The bouncers outside the karaoke bar stopped Avery and her friends at the door, but as soon as
she flashed her ID, they welcomed them inside. It was only 8:30, but already Ruby Blues was
packed with people. Most of them Avery had never seen before, decked in suits and pretty
dresses, holding glasses of champagne as they laughed and talked. A tech crew was setting up the
karaoke stage towards the back. Waiters snaked through the crowd with trays of food and drinks.
A disco ball hung in the center of the bar on the ceiling. Silver and gold streamers hung between
pillars. Avery trembled with excitement.
They left their coats at the check-in. As they entered the fray, Avery turned slightly and gave Nani
and Raj one last please be good look. Nani slipped her arm into her fiances and held him
close.
Avery got busy blending in as much as possible. She took a glass of champagne from one of the
waiters and scanned the large pub for anyone who looked familiar. She spotted Louise Brealy
having a drink at the bar with a young man. A few crew members from the Sherlock set were
interspersed throughout, but the man of the hour was mysteriously absent.
Nani tugged on Averys arm and pointed across the pub. Is that Andrew Scott? she cried.
Avery squinted. Sure enough, in the corner next to a fetching man with a red blazer, the man who
played Moriarty sipped a pint and laughed. Avery had never met him before, but she knew that he
and Benedict were good mates. He was even handsomer in person than on TVa bit on the short
side compared to Benbut his winter stubble made him look rugged and sexy, even when he was
playfully pushing his gentleman friend.
Bloody hell, Nani sighed. Is he single?
Here we go, Raj said, rolling his eyes.
Avery snorted a laugh in her drink. Youre not exactly his type, Nan.
Though Andrew had yet to officially announce it, Benedict had made Avery privy to the fact that
his dear friend was playing for the other team.
Because Im Indian? Nani said. She didnt play the race card often, but when she did, she
hammered it home. Typical.
No, because yohave a vagina, Avery explained.
Nanis mouth flew open.
Cmon, Nan, Raj said, plucking a glass of champagne from a passing waiter, even I knew
that.
Youre shitting me! Nani cried.
Avery pointed sternly to her friend. Under penalty of death, she warned.

Cmon, love, lets mingle, Raj said, taking his distressed fiancs arm. He gave Avery a wink
and led her through the crowd.
Avery finished her drink, sighed, and continued to scan the room for her boss. The hand that kept
the white box close to her side was getting sweaty. She wanted to be rid of it as soon as possible,
if only to not feel embarrassed by it anymore. Just as she was about to take the hunt into the heart
of darkness, someone tapped her on the shoulder. Avery turned, and Amanda was smiling with
her arms outstretched.
Hey! Avery laughed, giving Amanda and tight hug. When did you get here?
Just now, Amanda said, giving Avery a peck on the cheek. You look great!
So do you! Avery said. The lovely blonde wore a form-fitting green dress and a stunning
diamond bracelet. Her partner, who stood behind her, was dashing in a gray wool jacket and red
tie.
Heya, love, Martin said, leaning in to give Avery a hug. When he pulled away, he eyed the box
in her hand. Whats that?
Oh, nothing, Avery said, hiding it behind her back. How was your Christmas?
Wonderful, Amanda said. We wont be staying long tonight, though, we promised the kids
wed watch Big Ben with them at midnight.
Wheres our host? Martin asked.
Avery looked over her shoulder. I dont know, I was just going to look. She glanced back at
Martin. Can I get you a drink?
Forget it, Martin said. Youre off duty tonight. He pointed to his girlfriend. Wine, darling?
Just a glass, Amanda said, then whispered to Avery, Any more and Ill be slurring Pat Benatar
into the mic up there.
Isnt that the point? Avery said, grinning.
Any chance youll be singing tonight? Amanda asked.
Avery shook her head. Maybe just once.
She would come to regret those words in exactly two hours and fourteen minutes.
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Avery squeezed through the crowd towards the other end of the pub. She had fully lost Raj and
Nani and left Amanda and Martin to mingle with people they knew. As Avery rounded a pillar,
she bumped into a man, spilling his cocktail.
Im so sorry! Avery cried.
The man turned. It was Andrew Scott.
Oh holy fuck, she blurted.
Andrew smiled. Yokay, dear? he asked.

Avery nodded. Im terribly sorry, let me get you another drink.

Its all right, the actor said. Really, no harm done. His thick Irish accent rolled off his tongue
like caramel.
Ehm, Im Avery Lorris, Benedicts PA. She stuck her hand out for him to shake.
Oh, Ive heard about you, Andrew said, shaking her hand. Bens told me a lot about you.
Has he?
Andrews hand was sticky from his spilled drink but Avery didnt mind. The actor had a relaxed,
almost humble way about him that made him easy to talk to.
He says youre one of the best PAs hes ever had, Andrew went on. Damn shame I didnt
snatch you up first.
You couldnt afford her, a man behind Avery said.
Avery knew that baritone voice anywhere. She smiled and turned. Benedict stood behind her,
wearing a black suit and tie, his hair combed back, and a bright smile that was terribly infectious.
There you are, she said.
Here I am, he agreed.
Dont I get a hello? Andrew said.
Ben broke his gaze from Avery and went to give his friend a hug. Youve gotten fat, he said to
Andrew.
The Irishman laughed and pushed Benedicts shoulder. Piss off. Wheres Martin, anyway?
Hes at the bar with Amanda, Avery said. I just saw them.
Better go say hello. Andrew held out his hand for Avery. It was nice to meet you, Ms. Lorris.
Come find me again and Ill have that drink.
Avery shook his hand and agreed.
Andrew gave Ben a wink, a slap on the shoulder, and disappeared into the crowd.
Avery turned to her boss and sighed. Quite the turnout, she said.
Im glad you came, Ben said. Where are your friends?
Avery rolled her eyes. Probably stalking poor Louise. Nanis dying to meet you.
Ben laughed. Im sure shell find me. I stick out like a sore thumb.
Avery smiled up at her boss. If it was possible, he was even more handsome since she last saw
him a few weeks ago. The Christmas break did wonders for himhe looked relaxed and happy
and fully charged. He stared at Avery with an unwavering smile, eyeing her up and down as
though she were dripping with diamonds. He noticed the box in her hand and pointed to it.
Whats that?

Oh. Avery blushed and held it out to him. Its your Christmas present. I probably should have
waited until next week
Ben took the box from her hand and opened it. He pushed aside the white tissue paper and
grinned madly when he saw what was inside. This is for me? he asked.
Averys heart thudded in her chest. As he pulled the chunky orange scarf from the box, Avery
realized how awful and childish it actually was. There were gaps in the knit and loose yarn
hanging off the sides. For a first-time knitting project, it wasnt half bad. For a gift meant for a
sexy celebrity, it was mortifying.
You made this? Ben asked.
Avery looked at her feet. Unfortunately.
Its fantastic! Ben said. He set the box on the floor and wound the scarf around his neck.
Avery noticed a few people looking and blushed harder. You dont have to
I love the color, Benedict said, studying the scarf in his hands.
Its rubbish, Avery admitted. Really, you dont have to pretend to like it. I can get some
something el
Ben put his hands on Avery shoulder and smiled at her genuinely. Its the best gift Ive gotten
this year. He leaned in and kissed Averys cheek. Thank you, he said.
Avery chuckled, rubbed the back of her neck, and lowered her eyes. Now she was sure that
people were looking at both her and Benedict. If he stuck out like a sore thumb before, the orange
scarf advertised his whereabouts like a traffic cone.
Ben surprised Avery by taking her hand. Can I get you a drink?
Avery smiled and nodded. Thatd be great.
He kept the scarf on as he led her towards the bar.
Will you be singing tonight? Avery asked him.
Ben chuckled. Only after about five pints and a shot of whiskey.
He would come to regret those words in exactly two hours and thirty-two minutes.

New Year's Eve Part 2

Chapter Summary

Nani and Raj finally meet Benedict. Andrew Scott sings a song fit for a "queen."

Chapter Notes

I guess this party will be in three parts. Also, sorry for the horrible pun in the
description. Thanks for reading, guys! :)

When the karaoke stage was finally set up and the clock struck exactly 9:03, Benedict got up on
stage, tapped the mic, and made an announcement. He was still wearing the orange scarf Avery
knitted for him.
Hello, hello! Thank you all so much for coming. Erm, I hope everyone is ready to preform,
because we have thousands of song to choose from, and I know for a fact only a handful of you

tossers can carry a tune

Speak for yourself, boy-o! Andrew Scott shouted from the crowd.
Ben pointed in the general direction of his friend. Who invited this Irish bastard?
The crowd laughed and cheered. Avery was leaning against a pillar with a mojito in hand. Nani
and Raj were close by.
Id like to thank Ruby Blue for hosting this event, Benedict continued. Theyve been very
generous with their time and the space, so please lets give them a hand.
The throng of people clapped.
First drink is on me, Ben said, after that, youre on your own. Please tip your servers well,
theyre working very hard tonight and probably put up with a lot of shit from you all. Benedict
paused, his eyes sweeping the room, then he shrugged and said, Okay, thats all. Well be
singing into the New Year, so have fun! Cheers!
The crowd clapped, whistled, and cheered. The DJ set himself up and explained the rulesone
song at a time, songs must be written down and given to the DJ, and drunken stripping was
expressly forbidden. He received jeers for the last rule. The first on deck was a man named
Timothy, a producer of some such in a snazzy black coat and pink tie. He started off the night by
crooning Dont You Want Me Baby by Human League, complete with cheesy finger-pointing and
pelvic thrusts. Avery would have been mortified if she wasnt so blissfully buzzed on her mojito.
Nani leaned in and said in Averys ear, When are you getting up there?
Avery held up her drink. After three more of these. She looked to her left and spotted the ugly
orange scarf weaving through the crowd. Benedict approached them with a great smile.
How was that? he shouted over the music.
Lovely! Avery said. Youll run quite a tab tonight, though.
I know. I regret it already. He nodded his head at Nani and Raj. Are these your friends?
Oh! Avery turned and took Nanis arm. The poor girl stared at Benedict as though he were the
Holy Grail dipped in chocolate and covered in emeralds. This is my roommate, Nanita.
Ben stuck out his hand and smiled. Nice to meet you. Im
Sherlock Holmes, Nani said. She blinked and shook her head. I mean . . . Sorry, I meanI-I
know who you arethat is, Ive seen your face on telly . . .
Ben chuckled. Thank you for coming, he said, leaning in to give her a hug. You look lovely.
Nani stiffened, her eyes bulging like saucers as she stared helplessly at Avery. When he pulled
away, Nanita started giggling uncontrollably. She put her hand over her eyes as if staring at him
any longer would turn her into a pillar of salt.
What are you doing, Nan? Avery asked.
Sorry, I just . . . Nani snorted an awkward laugh. Im just so nervous.
Avery squeezed her eyes shut, embarrassed, and decided to let Raj calm the scene a bit. This is
Nanis fianc, Rajime.

Nanis fianc, Rajime.

Raj, thankfully, was a lot more composed when shaking Benedicts hand. Cheers, he said. I
dont watch Sherlock, but I thought you were a proper git in Atonement.
Fuck, Avery thought. We were doing so well.
Ben, however, laughed and said, Thanks. Buy you a drink?
Nah, I insist. Ill be a hero to Nanitathe man who bought Benedict Cumberbatch a . . .?
Scotch. Neat.
Raj snapped his fingers at the celebrity. Right. Be back in a tick. He disappeared into the crowd
towards the bar.
Benedict turned to Avery, who was still trying to control Nani. I like him, he said. He glanced at
his PA then back at the giggling Indian woman. Is she going to be all right?
Im fine! Nani croaked. She cleared her throat and shook her head, that nervous smile still
tugging on her full lips. Sorry. Im okay.
Avery rolled her eyes. She motioned to her boss. You dont have to keep wearing that.
Benedict touched the scarf around his neck. You dont think I look dashing in it?
Dont you want me ohhhhhh ohhh ohhhhhhhhh!
Yes. Avery said, smiling. You look very handsome.
Ben grinned, his eyes wandering over Averys face. Nani had her hands over her mouth, first to
keep from erratically giggling, but now to stop from swooning at the eye-sex these two were
giving each other. If she were watching them on telly, she would have shouted at the screen for
them to just shag already.
Finally, Ben nodded and said, Better see about that drink. He touched Averys shoulder. Have
fun.
You too, Avery said.
When he disappeared into the throng of people, Nani buried her face in Averys shoulder and
squealed. I can die! she yelled. I can bloody die now!
That went better than expected, Avery laughed.
Hes so handsome! Nani exclaimed. God, hes like a marble statue that I just want to bugger all
night.
Avery hollered with laughter. She downed the rest of her drink, hiked her dress further up her
boobs, and walked confidently to the bar.
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The scarf eventually came off of Benedicts neck, not because he was actively trying to get rid of
it, but because people kept taking it from him and wearing it themselves. Avery didnt know
whether to be flattered or horrified that her creation was making the rounds of the crowd that
night, but Ben assured her they were wearing it because they loved it. Just like him.

Your friends are great, Ben said to Avery.

It was half an hour later and Nani and Raj were at the bar chatting with Louisa Brealy. Avery sat
alone at a table a few steps up until Benedict found her. He sat down with his second scotch and
shouted over the loud music of someone butchering Bon Jovi.
Thanks for inviting them, Avery responded. Sorry about Nan, shes a bit star-struck.
Naw, shes lovely, Ben assured. I really like Raj. Hes a funny guy. How long have they been
together?
About three years. Nanis mum tried to matchmake her with some bloke from Chelsea, but Raj
came into her work one day and they hit it off. Hes so darling towards her.
Benedict smiled and nodded, gazing out at the crowd of peoplehalf of whom he didnt even
recognized. He looked at Avery. She was gorgeous as always tonight, her hair falling in wisps
across the nape of her neck, pink lipstick still intact on her lips. She seemed to blend naturally with
the crowd, as if she had been mucking with celebrities her whole life. Andrew told him how
frazzled she was initially around him, but assured Benedict that she was exactly as wonderful as
he described.
Will you sing? Ben asked.
Avery leaned in. The music was too loud for her to hear. Eh?
Benedict turned his lips closer to her ear. She smelled fantastic. Will you be singing tonight?
Avery giggled. His breath tickled her ear. Depends. Is there a raise in it for me?
Yeah, Ill promote you to Head Umbrella Holder.
Avery laughed.
Fine. Three extra quid an hour and not a farthing more.
Avery playfully pushed his shoulder. Maybe it was music. Maybe it was the buzzing atmosphere.
Maybe it was the delicious mojitos she kept drinking, but one thing was for sureAvery wanted
to spend as much time by Benedicts side as possible tonight. He was just too good of company to
let go.
Ill only sing if you sing, Avery said.
Tell you what, Benedict said, If Andrew gets up on stage in the next half hour, well both sing
at least one song tonight. Deal?
Avery looked her boss up and down with a smile. She nodded. Deal.
The DJ jumped up on stage after Bon Jovi faded out and announced the next singer. Please give
it up for Mr. Andrew Scott!
Averys mouth hung open. She looked at Benedict, who was smiling deviously. You knew that
was going to happen! she cried, beating at him teasingly with her hands. He blocked her blows
and laughed, apologizing without a trace of sincerity.
Ello, peasants, Andrew said up on stage. He had taken his jacket off and rolled his shirtsleeves
up to his elbows. Avery couldnt quite tell if he was drunk yet, but the night was still young and

he was, after all, impeccably Irish. He held the microphone on the stand as though he were going
to make love to it. Many of you here see me as a sex godwhich is correct . . .
The audience laughed and jeered at the same time.
But the truth is, Andrew continued, Im just a simple man looking for love.
The music sounded. Queens Somebody to Love blared in the speakers and the audience cheered.
Caaaaan . . . an-ee-bodeeeeee . . . fiiiiiiind meeeEEEEEeeee . . . somebody toooooo
Looooooooove! the audience finished.
Avery laughed as the music swelled and Andrew sang. He gripped the mic stand and crooned
passionately, hitting the high and low notes with easy, fumbling sometimes with the lyrics and
finding his way again with the crowd helping him along. If someone has slapped a mustache on
his face, he would have been a dead ringer for Freddy Mercurysexy, ethereal, powerful, and
strangely untouchable in his confidence.
Benedict stood from the table and outstretched his hand. Care to dance? he asked Avery.
What, to this? she exclaimed.
He took her hand and pulled her to her feet, leading her down the small stairs and across the
crowd with ease. A small dance floor had already opened up near the stage, so Ben and Avery
were certainly not the only ones dancing.
I work hard, Andrew sang, evvvv-ry day of my life . . . I woooork till I ache in my
boooones
Ben twirled Avery around and pulled her close in a waltz.
And at the end . . . I take hooooome my hard-earned payall-on-my-owwwwwwn!
I get down! the crowd sang along, On my knees! And IIIIIII start to pray!
Andrew: Till the teeeeeears run dooooown from my eyeeeeesLOOOOORD!
Somebody, Avery sang.
Oooooh, somebody! Ben chimed in, twirling her again.
Crowd: Can aaaaaaany-boooooody find meeeeee . . .
The big crescendo went to Andrew: SOMEBODY TO LOOOOOOOOOOVE!
Benedict dipped Avery and she laughed. Andrew belted into the microphone, tilting it down like a
lover in his arms, sweating and smiling and hamming it up. The audience went mad and clapped.
As he continued, Ben twirled with Avery, bumping into people and stepping on each others toes.
Avery spotted Martin dancing with Amanda and called out for them. Martin fox-trotted towards
them with Amanda.
Cheers! he yelled over the music. Fine night, yeah?
Did he drag you out here as well? Avery asked Amanda.
No, I made him join me! Amanda laughed.

You best lay off my partner, Ben warned his friend.

Not a chance in hell, Martin said. In a fluid motion, he exchanged Amanda for Avery and
clumsily tangoed with her to the other end of the dance floor.
Avery laughed, tripping and struggling to hang on to the shorter mans hand and shoulder.
Andrew continued to sing, the audience going wild as he kicked and spun on stage.
Flashy prick, isnt he? Martin said.
Hes fantastic! Avery exclaimed.
I was talking about Ben!
Avery laughed. So was I!
Martin laughed and twirled Avery around. When the guitar solo of the song came up and Andrew
was able to catch his breath, Benedict and Amanda found their respective partners and demanded
to switch, not the way it was, but with Ben dancing with Martin.
Darling, I thought youd never ask, Martin said, bowing to his friend.
Amanda took Averys hands and danced with her. Is he behaving? she asked.
Who?
Ben!
Avery scrunched her brows together and pulled herself closer to Amanda. Yeah, why?
Amanda pulled apart and glanced at Martin and Benedict doing a very poor impression of Fred
Astaire and Gene Kelly. She tugged Avery closer and whispered in her ear. Ben told me
something earlier.
Somedaaaaay Im gonna be freeeee! Andrew sang. LOOOOOOORD!
The song dropped off, the background mumbling the lyrics, Find. Me. Somebody to loooove.
Andrew oooohed and danced during the measure break. Avery watched as Martin and Ben
laughed and watched their friend on stage, having given up their dancing foray. She stopped
dancing and said to Amanda, What did he say?
Amanda stared at Avery. A small grin played on her lips. Avery must have looked terrified,
because Amanda reminded her of a mother trying to convince her bewildered child that there were
no monsters under the bed. She shook her head. Nothing. Never mind.
The crowd joined: Find. Me. Somebody to loooOOooove
Find. Me. Somebody to loooOOooove, Andrew sang.
Amanda broke from Avery and rejoined Martin. She kissed her partner and leaned against his
chest, swaying with him like they were grade school sweethearts.
Find. Me. Somebody to loooOOooove
Were not done yet, Ben said. He took Averys hand, kissed it palm-down, and pulled her in
close in another intimate waltz.

Averys heart raced. What had Benedict said to Amanda? And what did it have to do with him
behaving himself? Did he have a tendency to charm everyone at parties and make everyone feel
special?
The crowd sang, Can aaaaany-boooooody find meeeeeee . . .
Andrew: Somebody tooooo . . .
Loooooove, Benedict whispered, looking directly at Avery.
They had stopped dancing. His hand was still in hers, the other delicately on her waist. She held
onto his shoulderhe was so tall and so good-looking and he smelled so incredible, like laundry
and nutmeg and scotch, and he was looking at her with such warmth in his eyesand Avery felt
the need to whisper every secret she held in her heart. That she fancied him. That she loved the
way he smelled and the wrinkles that formed around his mouth when he smiled. That he was kind
and gentlemanly and she ached to know what he tasted like in every sense of the word.
Avery opened her mouth to speak, but was drowned out by the cheers and applause of the crowd
as Andrew took a bow on stage. As he stepped down and the DJ took his place at the mic,
Benedict released Avery slowly and clapped for his friend.
Next up, the DJ said, we have Ms. Avery Lorris.
Averys eyes widened and she looked around. She hadnt out her name on the list. She hadnt
even taken a look at any of the songbooks placed around the pub at the tables. It must have been a
mistake of some kind.
Shell be singing Call Your Girlfriend by Robyn, the DJ said.
Fuckity fuck, Avery thought. Only one person in the world knew what songif anyAvery
would sing in karaoke. It was a song she and Nani learned the dance moves to one drunken rainy
night while Raj was away in New Delhi on business.
She could have killed her. Nani had put Averys name on the list.

New Year's Eve Part 3

Chapter Summary

The night closes with a song from Ben, a deep chat with Andrew Scott, and a
shocking action by Avery. Nothing will be the same when the clock strikes 12.

Chapter Notes

A nice long chapter for my darlings! You guys deserve it! Here's the link to the song
Avery's sings for reference. It'll change your life.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F6ImxY6hnfA

Avery Lorris, cmon up, love! the DJ said.

Avery looked at Ben, her eyes pleading for relief, and he only smiled and clapped. People around
her looked in her direction because Ben was looking at her, and a path formed to the stage just for
her.
Bloody hell, Avery mumbled, making her way to the stage. Shed get up there, all right. Shed
curse Nani out and have her gorgeous Indian ass brought up to the stage to be humiliated right
alongside her. If Avery was going down, Nani would be going down with her.
Avery climbed the small stairs to the stage. The crowd clapped and whistled. Avery put her hand
up to block the stage lights and searched for her flatmate. In the back, next to the bar, Nani was
clapping and laughing. She pointed to Avery and whispered something to Raj.
The DJ handed Avery the cordless mic. On the small screen in front of her, the song already
started up. Wait, wait! Avery tried to say. I-Im not a singer
The techno beats thumpedone measure, two measures, three measureand Avery had no
choice but to open her mouth and get it over with.
Call your giiiiiirlfriend . . . . Avery sang. Its time you haaaaad the taaaaalk . . .
She knew her voice was too high, too pitchy as the professionals called it, and she couldnt see
the audience but Avery was almost sure all of them were cringing and plugging their ears is
disgust. But something else happened as she opened her mouth to sing. There was an undeniable
freedom that came with singing in front of these rich, posh strangers. Avery never felt it when she
did karaoke with Nani in the dive barsthey were too drunk and too giddy and loved being loud
and awful. But now, standing in front of hundreds of people she didnt know and probably would
never see again, Avery felt like she could make a fool of herself and be okay. She closed her eyes
to block out the world, knowing the words by heart, and let the song take her away.
Give your reeeeeeasons . . . say its not her faaaaault . . . But youuuuu just met somebody
newww

And then the swell of the beat took over, and Avery tried to remember how Robyn looked in the
music videoalone in the warehouse with nothing but the lights and her fantastically quirky outfit
pensive and thoughtful at first, then determined and unrestricted as she began dancing.
And by God, Avery would dance to this.
Tell her not to get Up. Set. Second-guessing. Every-thing you saaaaaid and dooooone
She had watched the music video over and over until she and Nani could do the dance. It wasnt
hard in the beginning; there was a lot of two-stepping, gliding, and head-bobbing. The cordless
microphone made it easy for Avery to dance around. But the best part was how the crowd before
her seemed to be cheering and clapping for her.
And then when she get Up. Set. Tell her how you never meant to huuuurt no ooooone
Averys moves were precise and perfect. She may have been clumsier than Robyn, and her dress
didnt allow for the same kind of freedom of movement, but when Avery twirled like a ballerina,
the crowd cheered louder. She knew it wasnt for her singing. It was all about the moves.
And you tell her that the oooonly waaaay her heaaaaart will mend . . . is wheeeen she leeearns
to loooove again. And it Wont. Make. Sense. Right now, but youre stiiiill her frieeeend . . . and
then you leter her down eeeeeasy . . .
Avery managed to glimpse at the crowd. She squinted and put her hand like a visor on her
forehead. Benedict was in the audience next to Martin and Amanda. The look on his face could
only be described as amused awe.
As the song went on, there were some moves from Robyns video that Avery just couldnt copy,
like humping the floor and doing that spindly thing with her legs, but she improvised her own
moves and laughed. It was pure liberation.
In the middle of the song, Amanda turned to Ben and said, Shes so adorable!
Ben smiled. He couldnt tear his eyes off of his PA cutting it up on the stage. Ive never seen this
side of her!
She cant sing for shit, Martin said, but bloody hell, can she dance.
Yeah, Ben agreed.
It was in this exact moment that something happened within Benedict. Watching his lovely PA up
on stagewith her meticulously-curled hair and insensible heelsit was as if she had turned from
an insecure and shy violet to the very sun which powered the earth. She was bright, dazzling,
fiery, and commanded the attention of everyone around her. Her voice may have cracked when
she sang, but her earnest face and stunning dance moves enthralled Ben like nothing else.
Something whimpered inside of him, like the coo of a deprived baby, and warmth spread
throughout his body. His muscles loosened and his eyelids grew heavier as he watched Avery
dance. Ben had been so worried about telling Amanda that thing earlier, but after seeing Avery
dance on stage like a clumsy goddess, he was happy to learn that his feelings werent wrong.
He was falling in love with her.
The song finally ended and Avery was out of breath, dizzy, sweaty, and utterly ecstatic. The
crowd clapped and cheered, whether politely or earnestly, Avery didnt know. She smiled,
thanked them, and scooted off stage as the DJ took the mic back.

Avery made a b-line for Benedict, but was stopped along the way by Nani. Oh my God, you
were so great! Nani cried, pulling her friend into a tight hug.
Im going to massacre you, Nan, Avery laughed.
I cant believe you remember all the moves! Nani released Avery. I thought you were going to
freeze up!
Paybacks a bitch, Nan. You better pray I dont throw your name in the pot.
Raj and I are already on the list, Nani said smugly. Cant embarrass us tonight.
Challenge accepted! Avery said, raising her voice as the music of the next singer started up.
Benedict appeared behind Nani. He put his hand on the lovely womans shoulder and said, Are
you up soon?
Nani jumped and turned to the celebritys sultry voice. Ah . . . yeah, um, R-Raj and I are, uh
Ben, did you know that Nani is afraid of pickles? Avery said.
The star scrunched his brows, then looked at Nani. You what?
Nanis mouth flew open. She turned and stared daggers at her friend. You cow!
Avery shrugged and smiled. Payback, love.
Nani was fighting a smile as she shook her head at her friend. Youre officially demoted to
wiping my Grandma-jis ass at my wedding.
Love you. Avery winked at her friend.
Nani finally smiled and turned, disappearing into the crowd. Avery laughed and put her hand on
her forehead. She was still coming down from her high of being on stage. God, what you must
think of me.
You were brilliant, Benedict said. Ive never seen someone dance like that.
Ugh, Averys face warmed and she couldnt stop smiling. It was one thing to be up on stage,
free from the accusatory glares of the audience in the dark crowd, but it was quite another to hear
her boss say these embarrassing things first-hand.
Benedict leaned in and said in Averys ear, Do you want to step outside for some air?
Avery nodded. Yeah, thatd be great.
Ben ushered Avery through the crowd towards the doors to the smoking patio. As they left,
Amanda noticed the pair and turned to Martin.
You owe me fifty more quid, she said to him.
Eh? Martin followed her line of sight just as Avery and Ben walked out the side doors. He
rolled his eyes. Put it on my sodding tab.
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The wintry night air cooled Averys sweaty body. She knew they wouldnt be able to stay out

long, not with the cold and the paparazzi buzzing around the place, but it was nice to get some
fresh air in her lungs. Benedict, however, had a differing idea of what fresh air was. He pulled a
cigarette case from his jacket pocket, popped one out, and stuck it in his mouth. He asked another
man who was standing by the outdoor heater for a light and the lad obliged. Ben thanked him,
stuffed his cigarette case back in his jacket, and took a long drag.
Avery watched him, leaning against the frigid steel railing. The only scenery before them was the
brick wall of the restaurant next door and the long alleyway which led to the street. Benedict was
the only thing worth looking at outside.
You shouldnt do that, Avery said.
Ben perched his cigarette between two fingers and looked at her. Avery nodded to the stick.
Benedict scrunched his nose and nodded. Yeah, I know. I try to stop, especially when Im
filming. Its a terrible burden. He took another drag, then stopped when he noticed Avery had
goosebumps. Shit, you must be freezing.
In a fluid motion, Ben stuck the cigarette between his lips, took his suit coat off, and draped it
around Averys shoulders. Avery laughed, her cheeks blossoming red. Thank you, she said,
holding it tightly around her chest. There was a pause as she inhaled his earthly smell, her head
swooning, then she said, Was I really okay up there? I know I cant sing
Oh, no. You cant sing at all, Ben laughed.
Avery chuckled and rolled her eyes. At least my dancing was good, yeah? Bet I gave Andrew a
run for his money.
Dont let him hear you say that, Benedict looked around the patio in fake worry. There can
only be one Dancing Queen tonight, after all.
I concede the throne, Avery giggled.
Ben laughed. He took a few more drags, careful to blow the smoke away from Averys face. He
leaned against the railing with Avery, the cigarette between his fingers. Are you having a good
time? he asked seriously.
Avery nodded and grinned. Im having a blast. I cant wait to see you up there.
A few more drinks, maybe. Benedict eyed Avery up and down, a smile curling his lips. That
jacket looks good on you. You should wear my clothes more often.
Avery bit her lip to keep from grinning like an idiot. Was it a simple compliment, or was he
flirting? She couldnt quite tell. She was, however, very aware of her sudden increased heart rate,
her dry throat, her sweaty palms even in the cold night air. He had this ability and she almost
resented him for it, the ability to turn her into a giggling schoolgirl with the flick of a wrist.
Ermare you having a good time? Avery asked, changing the subject.
Ben snuffed his cigarette out on the ground. Yeah, very much. Shame Martin and Amanda have
to leave early.
Yeah. Avery glanced at her shoes, then slowly looked back up at Benedict. Speaking of
Amanda Averys voice cracked and she cleared her throat. She told me that you were talking
about me to her. Good things, I hope.
It was Bens turn to look at his shoes. His cheeks turned red, but it very well might have been

from the cold. A flash of panic crossed his face, as though he remembered he had left the stove on,
then he smiled at Avery in a wholly unconvincing fashion.
Yes, um . . . we were just chatting, catching up about the holidays. She likes the scarf you
knitted, by the way.
Oh, good. Avery smiled. She could tell he was holding back. Ben always avoided eye contact
when he was telling even the smallest lie. Anything else?
Benedicts ears burned. She was on to him. He should have known by now that Avery was good
at reading his expressionspart of her job was knowing what he needed at any given time. They
spent enough time together, she could probably guess how many eyelashes he had. It was no use
trying to pull a fast one on her.
Ben swallowed hard and slowly raised his eyes to Averys. I told her . . . I, uh He laughed
nervously. Ten-minute monologues werent this hard to get out. He drew a breath and let it out
slowly, a stream of white condensation billowing from his mouth like a dragon. He looked Avery
square in the eyes and said with the utmost sincerity, Youre an amazing person, Avery Lorris.
Its a privilege having you in my life.
Avery blinked slowly, her lips parting. It may not have been a confession of undying love, but it
was the most flattering thing anyone had ever said to her. It meant more than any trite sonnet or
regurgitated love song lyrics.
All Avery could say was, Thank you. And she meant it.
Ben smiled, rubbed her arms to keep her warm, and said, Come, lets get you back inside.
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As Avery looked in the mirror in the ladys room of the pub, she told herself that Benedict was
most likely telling the whole truth. She believed him when he said she was amazingshe was a
damn good assistant and he had no reason to lieand the word privilege could mean many
things. She admitted to feeling a little let-down by his confession, especially when Avery tried
putting all the pieces together. The expensive book he had gotten her for Christmas, the
willingness to take care of her when Charlie was a twat, their late-evening chats and coffee breaks
between scenes on set. All of these things could be interpreted in two ways:
1)

Ben fancied her.

2)

Ben was a good employer who took care of his assistants out of the goodness of his heart.

Both were entirely possible, but Avery was kidding herself if she didnt favor one over the other.
Oi! Ydone yet? a voice snapped.
Avery looked in the mirror at the mile-long line of girls behind her. They were waiting for the loo,
some terribly impatient that she was hogging one of the three mirrors. The girl who called to her
was a drunk chav in a skin-tight mini dress and gobs of makeup on her eyes. Avery wondered
who let someone like her wander into the party.
Sorry, Avery said. She turned the faucet on to wash her hands and glimpsed at the chav girl in
the mirror.
I gotta piss like a bleedin racehorse, the girl said to her friend ahead of to her. That dyke at the
bar is mixing weak-fucking drinks.

Avery rolled her eyes and reached for a paper towel.

Benedict still aint said hi to me. The chav put her hand on the wall to steady herself. Too good
for us, innit? Hes got a greasy horse face, anyway.
The chav girl laughed and her friend only moved forward to the next stall. Avery threw the used
paper towel in the trash and turned to the girl, practically trembling with rage.
Whats your name? Avery said.
The drunk girl squinted at Avery. Whats it tyou?
Whats wrong, too pissed to remember?
Im Amber, the girl sneered.
And who let you in, Amber?
Eh?
Who let you into the party?
Amber laughed. Me uncles worker on the Sherlock set. Got me in last-minute. Now get outta
mface, ya sopping cunt.
So you insult the man whose party youre crashing, Avery said. Theres a reason hes not
talking to you. A) He doesnt give a flying fuck about some chav teeny-bopper with two-quid lip
gloss, and B) You dont have the class to even breathe the same air as him.
The women waiting in line oohed at Averys jabs. Amber looked around and pushed Averys
shoulder. Wadda you care?
Rage washed over Averys body from Ambers pushed, but she let it glide over her. She took
Ambers arm, pulled her close, and whispered, If you ruin this party for him, or anyone else, I
will find you and I will tear all of your tacky hair out. Do you understand me?
Youre not his fuckin mum, Amber said.
Avery loosened Ambers arm and pulled away. She smiled. No. But I am his assistant. And I can
have Mr. Cumberbatch personally ruin your entire reputation on television at his next interview.
Just try and cross me.
Avery turned on her heels and walked out of the bathroom to the murmurs of the other women.
No one followed. No one yelled after her or clapped in support or spit in her direction. As soon as
Avery was out of the bathroom, she regretted ever having talked to Amber.
Avery made her way to the bar. She squeezed past a few men with pints and ordered a double
vodka. The bartender who took her order was a woman with short-cropped hair and a ruddy face.
Since she was the only woman serving drinks behind the bar, Avery was crushed to learn that she
was probably the one Amber had called a dyke.
Anything else? the bartender asked.
No, thank you. Avery reached in her clutch purse and pulled out a hundred quid. She slid it
across the bar to her server. Just promise me you wont serve a young girl in a tight purple dress.

The server cocked her head, then nodded in understanding. Im way ahead of you, maam.
Avery toasted to her bartender and downed her drink. Her face twisted in disgust. She ordered
another vodka. Then another. Her server, whose name Avery learned was Martha, was happy to
keep the drinks coming at no additional cost.
After what felt like twenty minutes, Avery asked for the time. It was almost eleven. The minutes
ticked by and the karaoke songs got even more outrageous. Avery carried her drink to a table and
plopped down by herself. Martin and Amanda had probably already left, and God knew where
Raj and Nani were. A man in a tweed blazer was singing Hey Jude with a martini in hand. Avery
snorted a laugh, watching him slur and lean on the microphone stand for support.
Is this seat taken, darlin?
Avery looked up and Andrew Scott stood above her. He had his suit coat draped over one hand,
shirtsleeves rolled up to his elbows and a copper drink in hand.
Oh, sure. Avery scooted her chair over to give him room.
Andrew placed his coat on the chair back and set his drink on the table. Lovely night, he said,
sitting. You were up there earlier, werent you?
Yes, so were you, Avery said, wiggling her eyebrows. You gave quite a show.
Why thank you. Cheers. He raised his glass and drank greedily. Wheres Ben, anyway?
Im not sure, Avery said, looking out across the crowd. Her vision was a tad blurry from the
drinks. Hes lovely, innhe? Not horse-faced at all.
Andrew chuckled. Certainly not. A crack lad, if I ever saw one.
Avery snorted and slapped her hand over her mouth. Crack lad, she giggled. Oh, youre so
cute! She took Andrew chin in her hand and kissed his cheek.
Oi, I like you, girlie, Andrew said. His breath smelled like mint and bug spray. Cheeky
monkey.
Sorry, Avery giggled. Ive had a few.
Salright, Andrew said, leaning back in his chair. If I were a different man
Youre not different! Avery exclaimed. How silly of him to debase himself like that. Youre . .
. The word was floating out there, just out of grasp. Exceptional! Yes. Good. Very smart.
Youre just saying that because Im rich and handsome and remarkably talented.
Avery slapped the tabled roared with laughter. Andrew joined her and clinked their glasses
together. Modest as well, Avery said.
Did I tell you I won a BAFTA? Andrew said. I won a bloody BAFTA. I call Benny up from
time to time and say, Oi, prick! I have a BAFTA from your own fecking show! How dyou like
that?
What does he say? Avery asked.
Andrew shrugged. Mostly he calls me a twat and invites me out for a pint. Can you believe it?

Avery shook her head. What a monster.

Suddenly the audience was clapping and another person jumped up on stage.
Hey, speak of the devil! Andrew exclaimed.
Benedict was handed the microphone and he tapped it twice. It looked as though he had downed
two more whiskeys before deciding to sing. Hello, my friends. Ben leaned on the microphone
stand for support. Erm, this song is for someone very special in the audience tonight. My dad
used to sing it to my mum.
Aww, Andrew cooed.
Despite feeling giddy and dizzy and euphoric from the hard vodkas Martha had given her, a
twang of fear hit Averys stomach. Who was the special someone in the audience? Martin and
Amanda were already gone, Louise Brealy had hiked over to another party a few blocks away,
and unless he and Nani had gotten particularly close within the last hour, Avery couldnt think
who the special someone was. She would have to hear the song to make an educated guess.
Why do my thoughts loom so large on me? . . . They seem to stay for day after day . . . And won't
disappear, I've tried every way . . .
It was The Rolling Stones, She Smiled Sweetly. Bens voice as a singer was every bit as seductive
and gorgeous as his speaking voice. His baritone range was perfect for Mick Jaggers lower tone
of the original song. The karaoke track had a tinny pitch to it, but Ben made it work perfectly.
She smiled sweetly . . . she smiled sweetly . . . she smiled sweetly, and said dont worry.
Hes good, Andrew remarked during the song.
Avery wanted to hush him up so she could hear, but she didnt dare act so rude. Instead she
nodded and said, Hes got the whole place standing still. And it was true. Even the bartenders
stopped to watch the actor sing.
Bens eyes were scanning the crowd, looking for someone.
Where does she hide it . . . inside of her? That keeps her peace most every day
I love the New Year, Andrew mused. Its a fresh start. All this shite of the past year is just that
in the past.
And wont disappear, my hairs turning gray . . .
Were getting older, Avery murmured. Part of it was the song that had her so forlorn. Part of it
was the drinks that were finally getting to her. Most of it, though, was the painful idea of Ben
singing for someone out there other than her. Cant keep dawdling, she continued.
But she smiled sweetly
Right you are, Andrew agreed.
She smiled sweetly
I cant keep regretting not doing things, Avery said, more to herself than anyone.
She smiled sweetly, and says dont worry . . . Oh no, no, no . . . Bens eyes stopped scanning
when he found Avery. He smiled, leaning into the microphone as if they were old lovers, and

when he found Avery. He smiled, leaning into the microphone as if they were old lovers, and
nodded his head towards her. He was so beautiful. So peaceful and sure. As painful as it was
knowing she might be wrong, Avery dared to think the song might be for her.
You okay, love? Andrew asked.
Avery blinked and looked at him. She hadnt realized she was crying as Benedict sang. She wiped
her eyes and laughed in embarrassment. Yeah, fine. Sorry. Um, its just the drink. Im one of
those drunks.
Then, as if he understood exactly everything Avery was going through, Andrew put his arm
around her, pulled her in close, and kissed the top of Averys head. Youre all right, love, he
whispered. All right.
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It was ten minutes to midnight and Avery was frantically searching the crowd for Benedict. Once
he had gotten off the stage from his performance, he was whisked away by another guest for a
round of shots. In the time since, Avery talked with Andrew some moreabout starting over in
the New Year, resolving to do things youve always wanted to. He confided in hoping to find a
long-term partner, and Avery told him she had never learned to swim.
Its never too late, Andrew had said. Be bold. Go for it.
And Avery intended to, though not for that particular goal. As she weaved through the crowd,
Avery spotted Benedicts chunky orange sweater. She followed it, a moth to the flame, and was
met with Nani and Raj. Nani had it coiled around her neck.
Hey, there you are! Nani cried. Raj and I are just about to go up!
Where you been? Raj asked.
Uh . . . I, uhhave you seen Benedict?
No, why? Nani asked.
The DJ cut the music on stage. All right, all right, folks. Its almost that time. Lets get Big Ben
up on the screen.
The tech crew had rigged the karaoke screen to broadcast the New Year from the telly. The entire
pub turned to the screen and chatted excitedly as the clock ticked down. Waiters buzzed through
the crowd with trays of champagne.
Avery took Bens scarf from her friend and hugged Nani tightly as though she were going off to
war. With what Avery was planning, it almost felt that way. I love you, Avery said to her
friend.
I love you too, babe. Nani patted Averys back, then touched her cheek. You okay? Have you
been drinking vodka?
Yeah, I . . . just gotta find my boss.
The crowd was too thick and loud and all Avery wanted to do was sleep. She looked at the screen
on the wall. The clock was at three minutes until midnight. Fuckity fuck. Avery turned and
headed through the crowd once more.
Wait! Nani called. Arent you going to watch it with us?

But Avery couldnt hear her. There were too many people and too much talking and not enough
time. She had to get to him before midnight, had to tell him before the clock struck twelve and she
turned into an asparagus or whatever the bloody hell it was. It was important Ben knew before
midnight, before the New Year. A millisecond afterwards and Avery would never forgive herself.
Avery wrapped the scarf around her neck to make herself more visible. It was entirely possible
that he was looking for her, too, though Avery didnt know why. She was probably fooling
herself, holding onto a pipe dream that all of thisthe book, the song, the jacket, the breakfast
trifle and 2am curryall of it didnt mean what she thought it meant.
One minute until the New Year! The DJ announced. Everyone have your champagne?
Shit! Avery yelled.
It was hopeless. She was lost in a sea of unfamiliar faces, wearing an ugly scarf she never should
have knitted, pining after a man she knew she could never get involved with. He was her boss, for
Christs sake. This whole eleventh-hour mission was stupid. She should have gone back to the
table where Andrew was, toast the New Year with him and keep drinking until the morning light,
but his words rang in her earsBe bold. Go for it.
Just as Avery was about to give up her search, a finger tapped her shoulder. She turned. It was
Ben. He held two champagne glasses and a surly smile. Looking for something? he asked.
Avery took the champagne and smiled.
Thirty seconds! The DJ announced.
Ben leaned in and asked, Did you like my song?
Avery nodded. Yes. It was lovely.
Good. Benedict smiled in such a way that wrinkled formed around his eyes and mouth in the
most adorable way.
I need to tell you something, Avery said.
Ten seconds! yelled the DJ.
I, uh . . . Avery stared into the mans brilliant blue eyes. He waited patiently, not even paying
attention to the countdown on screen or the excited crowd around him. She had his full attention.
Seven!
I-I wanted to say
Six!
No, it was stupid! It would ruin her career! He would shoot her down and then
Five!
Im just so happy to be here, Avery said.
Four!
Ben smiled. Im happy youre here, too.

Three!
Avery, whats wrong? You have tears in your
Two!
I-Im fine, I just
One! HAPPY NEW YEAR!
Avery grabbed Benedicts jacket lapel and pulled him to her lips. She kissed him hard as confetti
fell around them, fireworks blasting on screen and outside the pub in celebration. He didnt pull
away or try to stop the kiss. Ben put a hand carefully on Averys waist, his mouth parting to
accept her tongue. She dropped her champagne glass and ran her hand through his hair, tugging at
it to bring herself closer to him, his mouth, his wandering tongue. She thought she heard a small
moan in the back of his throat and it jerked Avery back into reality. She pulled away, their lips
making that delightful smacking noise. Their noses were still touching and Benedicts eyes
frantically traveled over Averys face.
Happy New Year, Avery whispered.

Misgivings
Chapter Summary

The night after the party, a string of miscommunications threatens to jeopardize

Avery and Ben's delicate relationship.

Benedict awoke to the sound of his cell phone blaring directly in his ear drum. What was usually a
soft blinglinglinglingling was now a BLIIIINGBLIIIINGBLIIIIING!!!! Something else
immediately caught his attention when he woke upthe stench of sour lemonade and pickle juice.
He buried his face in the pillow and batted at the end table for his mobile.
Ben pressed the phone to his ear. Mmphsdfghj, he mumbled.
BEN. ARE YOU AWAKE?
Benedict held the phone away from his ear. Jesus Christ, this person was loud! Didnt they ever
hear of inside voices? Ben turned over onto his side and instantly regretted it. The sun shone
directly from the window into his eyes. His body was stiff and achy.
Have a good time last night, boy-o? the caller asked.
Ben licked his lips; his tongue felt like sandpaper. He cleared his throat and tried again. Whom
may I ask is calling, and can you please whisper?
The caller laughed. Benedict knew that chuckle anywhere. It was Andrew.
Youre worse than I thought youd be, Bens friend said. Just checking to see if youre alive
after last night.
Last night. Benedict lowered the phone onto the pillow and searched the groggy Sahara of his
mind. There was booze aplenty, silly songs on karaoke, a round of purple shots that tasted like
Kool-aid . . . and Avery.
Erm, ah . . . Ben flipped over onto his back and held the phone to his ear again. Its a little
fuzzy.
Not surprised, Andrew said. He was munching on something over the phone. He always had a
nasty habit of eating crisps whenever he called Ben to chat. Dont worry, no one went to hospital
or got arrested.
Ben rubbed his forehead and looked around his room. His suit from last night was scattered along
the floor like the shell of an insect. His shoes, for whatever reason, were on the balcony. You
dont sound ill, Ben remarked to his friend.
Im Irish, Andrew said simply. I was drinking Baileys from my mas tit at the get-go.
Ben scrunched his nose in disgust. Please stop talking.
Hows Avery? Andre asked.

Benedict sat up slowly, his bones cracking with each movement. Avery? Uh . . . I dunno. Why,
is she?
You dont remember? Andrew laughed.
Ben squeezed his eyes shut. His head throbbed as though his eyeballs were shagging his brain. He
searched the barren desert againAvery singing, Avery dancing exquisitely, Avery wearing his
jacket outside and smiling so beautifully and wearing that lovely dress and
Oh, bloody hell, Ben muttered.
There was a kiss. A damn good one, at that. He couldnt remember who started it, but he
remembered how warm and sweet her tongue felt in his mouth, not to mention the way she tugged
on his hair. God, if he had been even a little sober in the moment, he would have been on his
knees begging for more from that hair tug. Everything afterwards was a totally blank.
Saw you both snogging in the crowd, Andrew said between munching. Whose idea was that,
anyway? Isnt she your PA?
Benedict swung his legs over the side of the bed. The cold tile floor comforted him. He did a
quick check over his shoulder at the other side of the bed to make sure he was alone. And he was.
Andy . . . uh, tell me exactly what you remember.
Well, Andrew sighed dreamily. I kicked arse on karaoke, that much is true. Some chav girl
named Amber tried to feel me up. Ugh. Then there was the countdown, of course
Skip ahead, Andy, Ben snapped. He rubbed his temple for relief.
Right. I couldnt tell who initiated it, but after you two kissed, Avery vomited on your shoes.
Poor thing. Had to be escorted to the loo by her friend. I think she was out of commission after
that.
Fucking hell, Ben grumbled.
He knew something awful had happened. Thats what the sour lemonade and pickle smell was.
But it wasnt the worse thing, not by a long shot. If he was the one to plant a kiss on his assistant,
he would never forgive himself. He wasnt the type to get grabby after drinking, and he must have
caught poor Avery by surprise. Thats probably why she tugged on his hair, to get him to stop.
Shit, she was probably so humiliated, she was e-mailing her resignation this minute.
Do you like her? Andrew asked.
Iwhat?
Do you like her? Andrew repeated. I think you do. You were being sweet on her even before
the kiss. I could tell from looking at you. Shes a fine girl, gorgeous as hell.
Andy
That might be weird, though. Dating your assistant. Youd never know if she was getting you
something because she was your PA, or because she wanted to.
I cant believe this, Ben groaned.
Eh, cheer up, darling. Im certain you couldnt find anyone better

Ive got to call her, Ben said. Andy, youre sure thats what happened last night?
Oh, I dont forget when people hurl. Makes me laugh my arse off.
A knock sounded at Bens front door. He froze, whipping his head to the sound. Andy, Ive got
to go. I think shes here.
Right. Steady, man. Ill phone later when youre alive. Cheers.
The phone clicked and Andrew hung up. Ben tossed the mobile on his bed and scrambled to get
some clothes on. He looked in the mirror above his dresser. His hair was tousled and his eyes
were bloodshot. There was no time to splash water on his face. Ben put on a pair of jeans and a
white tee, then hustled down the stairs to the front door.
Its me, Avery called from outside.
Bollocks, bollocks, Ben whispered. When he got to the front door, he ran a hand through his
hair, straightened up, and opened the door to the harsh sunlight.
Avery was dressed casually in a green sweater, a pair of slacks, and a white pea coat. She held a
cardboard holder of three steaming drinks and seemed alert and well-rested, a far cry from Bens
zombie-like state.
Hello. Avery smiled uneasily.
Hello, Benedict replied. He moved aside and opened the door wider. Come in, please.
Thank you. Avery squeezed through the door and stood awkwardly in the entry with Ben. She
held up the drinks. Um, I didnt know if you wanted coffee or tea, so I got both.
Oh. Coffee, please.
Avery handed him a cup on the far left. A beat of silence followed. Can I?
Right! Sorry. Benedict ushered her down the hall to the kitchen.
Avery set the drinks on the island counter and took her coat off, draping it on a high chair. She
avoided eye contact with her employer, opting instead to fuss with her hair and drink her coffee
slowly.
You, um . . . you dont look hungover, Ben remarked.
Oh, Avery chuckled. Raj gave me a hangover cure. Something his mother taught him. Tasted
like piss, but it did the trick. I could whip you up something similar
Ben held his hand up. No thank you. Its penance for . . .
Avery looked at him slowly. His stainless-steel kitchen was immaculately clean, not a speck of dirt
anywhere. It was cold and quiet, too quiet, save for the ticking of the clock on the wall. Outside,
the afternoon sun shone brightly, reflecting on the cool banks of snow along the street.
Benedict cleared his throat and said, I feel like I should apologize for last night
God, no! Avery cried, shaking her head and putting her hand out. I shouldnt have . . . I mean,
I
No, it was incredibly unprofessional of me. We had both been drinking and it was midnight, and

I guess I just
No, but I was the one who
Its okay, really, Benedict said. He smiled to put her at ease. You couldnt help yourself.
Avery stopped and blinked. What a priggish thing to say. The man must have known how
handsome and desirable he was, but Avery never thought he was the type to puff himself up.
Well . . . Avery began slowly. There were a lot of factors that played into it, you know.
Oh, of course! Ben said. I probably would have done the same thing, if I were you.
Averys face went slack. You would?
Sure. Its perfectly normal.
Avery felt her face contort in confusion. Was he saying that he was just as attracted to her as she
was to him? He was being awfully haughty about it.
Benedict, meanwhile, didnt see why Avery was so upset about throwing up on him. It wasnt the
first time a friend got too surly, and it certainly wouldnt be the last. It would have been kind of
adorable, actually, if he hadnt made a twat out of himself and kissed her beforehand.
I just want you to know, Ben continued, that Im completely mortified by what happened.
Avery felt her heart sink to her knees. It was as though someone slapped her in the face. She had
come over with every intention of apologizing for kissing him, even though he seemed to enjoy it
by the way he moaned and unbuckled his knees. But thisadmitting he was embarrassed by their
kissthis was completely unexpected. It was too much heartache for Avery to handle.
She turned away from him and put her hand on her mouth. Tears welled in Averys eyes. Oh,
God, she whispered.
No, no, Ben rushed to her side and put his hand on her shoulder. Please dont be upset. Christ.
I never meant for any of this to happen.
I should go Avery tried to step away, but Ben gently held her back.
Avery, please. Im so sorry. We had been drinking, and . . . it was just the moment, you know?
The confetti, the fireworks, the champagne. Im not trying to make excuses, I just . . . Benedict
sighed. I hope youll forgive me. Youre the best PA Ive ever had. I cant lose you.
Avery squeezed her eyes shut. Stupid. She was so stupid. To think he could ever be attracted to
someone like her, much less want to kiss. He said it himself, he was drunk and didnt mean it. All
the pieces she had vainly tried to put togetherthe song, the jacket, the deep conversations and
longing glancesall of it was a huge misunderstanding. She had been a total prat. A stupid,
lovesick girl who couldnt separate fantasy from reality. She suddenly understood why Benedict
was being so nice to her, rather than shoving a pink slip in her face: he felt sorry for her.
Well, Avery thought, time to come back to reality. She had a job to do, goddamn it. Despite her
horrendous misgivings, he obviously still wanted her as his assistant. She wouldnt give him or
anyone else the satisfaction of running away with her heart trailing behind her.
Avery sucked in a breath through her nose, blinked away her tears, and turned to her boss.
Youll never lose me, she said.

0000000
Avery walked back into her flat with a plastic bag and heavy shoulders. Raj had gone off to work,
but Nani was still on the couch watching a game show. Nanita lowered her bowl of yogurt and
looked at her grief-stricken friend.
Fuck, what happened?
Avery closed the door shut with her foot and held the plastic bag up. Nani. I need Audrey.
Minutes later, Nani cleared off her bed and popped Roman Holiday in to the DVD player. She
didnt ask why Avery was so upset, or why she was already back from work, but she guessed it
had to do with Benedict. The only time Avery ate Ben and Jerrys and watched Audrey Hepburn
films was when she was heartbroken. They cuddled on the bed in Nanis room and ate ice cream
together, sharing a spoon.
Avery sighed and took her bra off. Gregory Peck escorted a drunk Audrey to his home. Hes a fit
chap, she said,
Who? Greg? Nani shrugged and spooned a helping of Chunky Monkey in her mouth. Hes
awfully tall. Poor Audrey needs a ladder to get to his mouth.
Avery pulled the comforter closer around her chest and swiped the pint of ice cream from her
friend. Bloody Audrey. Looks beautiful even when shes tossed. Its not right.
Nani laughed. She put her arm around her friend and held her to her breast. Whats wrong,
priy? Tell Mama.
Avery sniffled and she shoveled ice cream in her mouth. Im a twat, she moaned.
Youre not a twat, Nani assured.
I am. Im a stupid twat.
Did he fire you? Nani asked. Avery had told her about the kiss she shared with Ben.
No, Avery said. But he hates me.
He doesnt hate you! Nani said, patting her friends shoulder.
He said he was mortified. Mortified, Nan. Those were his exact word. I stupidly put myself out
there and he freaked out.
Well, what did you expect? Nani said, stealing the ice cream back. You were drunk. You said
yourself, you caught him by surprise. What on earth possessed you to even?
I know, I know! Avery groaned. I just thought he might have
Felt the same way?
Avery looked at her friend. He kissed me back, Nan. I know he did. He even moaned!
Guys always moan when they kiss and get horny, Nani argued. Hes a guy! Ill bet if I kissed
you right now, youd be moaning, too.
Avery laughed and pushed her friends shoulder. This is serious, Nanita. I could use a little

support.
Okay. Nani put the ice cream on her end table and took Averys arm in hers. They settled back
against the bed and watched the telly as Audrey fell into Gregory Pecks bed. The fact is, youre
a bloody gorgeous woman. Youre sweet, kind, smart, and everyone loves you. Even Rajs
Auntie-ji, and she hates all white girls.
Avery snorted a laugh.
But youre also a brilliant PA, Nani continued. And he doesnt want to lose you. You made a
mistake, it happens. Hes still your boss, Aves. You still have a job to do. If he really is
embarrassed by the kiss, its a miracle he wants to keep you around at all. Not many professionals
would do that.
Avery nuzzled against her friends arm. But I dont know if I can go back to the way it was,
Nan. It seems so . . . different now.
Then get another job, Nani said. Or toughen up and do your work.
Avery sighed again. She always appreciated Nani for her touch love and straight talk. They had
ice cream and Audrey, but a dose of reality was sorely needed. No one else had the guts to tell
Avery the truth in times of need.
Am I a prat? Avery asked.
Nani shrugged and reached for the ice cream again. You might be a little bit of a prat. But I love
you, anyway.
Avery smiled. They watched the rest of the movie in silence, though Averys thoughts wandered
to Benedict throughout. Twice she considered resigning, then shook the awful thought from her
head. It wasnt the end of the world. He still wanted her around. He still valued her in some way.
That counted for something, even if it wasnt in a romantic sense. She would get over it. She
always did.
Avery cried for the hundredth time when the movie wrapped up. It wasnt fair that Audrey and
Greg couldnt be together because she was a princess. They were meant to be. As he walked
slowly out of the palace with his hands in his pockets, Avery hopedlike she did every time she
watched the moviethat Audrey would run after him.
But she didnt.

Mending
Chapter Summary

Ben tries to heal things with Avery.

Chapter Notes

Sorry for the short chapter, and for my absence. I've been having writer's block lately,
but I think I'm over it. As always, thanks for sticking with me!

Weeks went by and it was back to business as usual. Avery threw herself into her work, diligently
planning Benedicts calendar of events for the upcoming monthshis trip to Japan, the JJ Abrams
film he was doing in L.A., the umpteenth interviews and photoshoots for Sherlock. Ben could
officially call himself a superstar now, and Avery was sure that once American audiences got a
taste of him in a blockbuster, there was no stopping his rise to the heavens.
Awkwardness plagued Avery and Benedict on the set of Sherlock. She was polite but curt,
keeping her head down and herself out of the way. He would ask her to join him and Martin at the
pub some nightsprobably goaded by Amanda to at least extend the invitationbut Avery
always refused. She stayed in her hotel room and did work well into the night. When there wasnt
work to do, she made something up.
Her knitting never looked better.
A few weeks into shooting, the cast and crew went to Swindon to film some scenes with
Benedicts parents. Art never mirrored reality so easily with Ben sharing his parents with his
Sherlock character. Between scenes, Wanda invited Avery inside the house for a cup of tea, but
Avery politely declined.
Wanda pulled her son aside before a scene and whispered, Whats wrong with your PA?
Hmm? Ben murmured. He was looking over his script for the scene in his mums kitchen/set.
Shes awfully standoffish. What did you do to her?
Ben looked at his mother. I, erm. . . There was no way he could tell her the truth. If Wanda
found out her son had been smooching a beautiful woman like Avery, Benedict would never hear
the end of it until his wedding day. Im not sure, he said. Weve just been busy, thats all.
Well, if youve done something to upset her, you best apologize, Wanda said. I didnt raise you
to break hearts and be an arse.
Mum, please. Ben gave Wanda a look. She knew him better than that. He still kept in touch
with many of his old girlfriends, even those who broke his heart, so for her to suggest he was in
any way being a smarmy lowlife was downright offensive.

As they worked, Ben tried to find excuses to be close to Avery to cheer her up. He wondered if he
wasnt pushing too hardafter all, he did force a kiss on herbut he hated nothing more than
seeing her quiet and submissive. Before all this mess, she would give him a cheeky quip as she
brought him coffee. When talking about his schedule for the day, she would slip in a false event to
make him smile, like tea with the Queen or streaking down Piccadilly in sparkly high heels. Now
Avery just recited what he needed to hear, smiled cordially, and found something else to do as he
filmed.
Benedict sat next to her in the tent where people took breaks to eat and chat with the director. It
was set a few yards outside Wanda and Tims home on their back lawn, a stiff and chilly wind
flapping the white tarp.
Avery was tapping the screen of her new iPad. When her boss sat down next to her, she didnt
look up.
Hello, Ben said.
Avery glanced at him. She smiled weakly. Hello. When he made no other declaration, Avery
said, Did you need something?
No, no, Ben shook his head. Just stopping to chat. Everything all right?
Its great, she said, fiddling with her tablet. I moved your Sunday interview to Friday so you
can have dinner with your parents. Oh, and your three oclock on Thursday was pushed to noon.
Couldnt be helped
No, I mean . . . is everything all right with you?
Avery finally looked at her boss. She threw him another unconvincing smile. Yeah, of course.
Busy as usual. Thats a good thing for us.
Ben squinted at her and pursed his lips. She was definitely changed after their kiss. He thanked
God every day that she didnt hand in her resignation, but if he didnt do something to lighten the
mood and repair their frayed relationship, he may never see her smile at him the way she used to
again. It was a thought that ached him to the bone. A world without Averys smile was like a
world without tea and chocolate biscuits.
Benedict threw his head back dramatically and moaned, Im booored.
Avery had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from grinning. She held her iPad out to her boss.
You can play a game, if you like.
Ben looked at her. No, Id rather watch you play.
Yeah? Avery held the iPad firmly in her lap and booted up her newest obsession, Fruit Ninja. It
was an easy enough game and it didnt take long for Ben to start barking instructions like the
worst backseat driver she ever had.
Bomb, bomb! Benedict cried.
Got it. Avery whipped her finger across the screen and dodged the flying bombs. She was up to
two-hundred points, but it wasnt good enough to satisfy Bens competitive nature.
Its glowing, catch that one!
Oh, cock it! Avery yelled as she struck a stray bomb.

Benedict laughed. Youre rubbish at this!

Youre breaking my concentration! Avery giggled. She playfully pushed him away as he
wiggled his finger in front of her screen.
Aw, there it goes, Ben said.
The game was over and Avery had gotten a pitiful five-hundred points. She looked at her boss
and said, This is your fault, you know.
Benedict laughed. Youre blaming me?
I dont come to your specialty area and start badgering you, do I? Next scene youre in, Ill stand
by the camera and just start shouting all the things youre doing wrong and how to fix it.
Thats Marks job, Im afraid, Ben said.
The man in question entered the tent. When he heard his name, he looked at Benedict. What
have I done now?
My PA thinks she can do your job. Ben winked at Avery.
No, no! I didnt mean Avery pushed her bosss shoulder again spiritedly and said to him,
Dont you have somewhere to be?
Id fancy a break now and again, Mark said, heading over to the food table. Though I wouldnt
be able to fill your shoes, Avery. I cant imagine following this chap around day-in.
You get used to it, Avery said, smiling slightly at her boss.
Ben smiled back.
Mark approached them with a bagel in one hand and a banana in the other. For whatever reason,
he handed the banana to Benedict. Got a question for you, Mark said.
Right, Ben put the banana to his hear like a telephone. But it you want to speak, you must talk
into the banana. Thats the rules.
Avery giggled. He was being weirder than usual. It wasnt abnormal to see him suddenly start
dancing with Martin between takes or make silly faces at the paparazzi, but there was something
in the air today that made him especially hyper.
Mark took the banana from Benedict and followed orders, speaking into it like it was the most
normal thing in the world. Steven and I have decided to bring a few along to Comic Con this
year and were wondering if you have time to come.
Ben took the banana back from Mark and asked into it, When is that?
The banana was passed off again. Mid-April. Havent asked Martin yet, but he might have to
been in New Zealand for The Hobbit
Youll be in California for Star Trek, anyway, Avery said.
Im sorry, I cant hear you unless you speak into the banana, Benedict said.
Avery laughed and put a hand to her forehead. I dont think this fits my job description

Mark handed the banana off to Avery. She put it to her ear, doubling over in giggles. Im not . . .
bloody hell. Okay, youre supposed to be in LA towards the end of April, so would you rather
stay and wait or come later? Avery gave her boss the banana.
Yeah, thats fine, he said. I love Comic Con. Id be thrilled.
You look absolutely daft with that thing, Avery said to Ben.
Benedict gave her a defiant look. Cant hear you, sorry. He handed the banana to Mark.
Well, this has been lovely, Mark said into the bananaphone. Have you publicist draw up the
plans and get back to me. Gatiss tossed his half-eaten bagel to Benedict and peeled the banana.
He walked off and ate the fruit with a quick wave.
Ben laughed and looked at Avery. She was smiling, looking down at her blank iPad with the
slightest hint of red on her cheeks. He was thrilled to see her finally smiling. If he had to stand on
his head with his bare ass in the air whilst humming God Save the Queen, he would gladly do it a
hundred times over to make her grin.
Are we okay? he asked.
Avery looked at him. She nodded. Yeah. Were okay.
She meant it. For the first time in a while, it felt like old times. They could laugh together and not
make it awkward. She could sit next to him and forget the fact that she was madly in love with
him. The thought still crept up on her, like a niggling little worm burrowing its way to her
eyeballs, but joking with him, even for a moment, gave her the hope that they could at least be
friends.
Are you coming to California with me? Benedict asked.
Avery smiled. Yeah, if you like. Ive never been to America before.
Good. Youll get some time on the plane to hone your Fruit Ninja skills.
Avery laughed. Might work on a tan while Im in LA as well.
I could take you to Santa Monica. They have amazing fish tacos on the
Ben? The assistant director stood just outside the tent and motioned for him. They need you on
set.
Right. He glanced at Avery. To be continued. Benedict stood and walked out of the tent.
Avery clutched her iPad to her chest as she watched him leave. Something about the idea of going
to LA felt like a fresh beginning for her. Maybe it was the old adage of The Land of Possibility,
but Avery truly felt that getting out of England for a while would do her some good. New faces.
New accents. New food. New ways of distracting herself from the pang of ache she felt knowing
that she could never be more than friends with Benedict.
She should have told him she had never flown before.

12 Hour Flight
Chapter Summary

Avery takes her first airplane ride and Ben is there to comfort her.

Everything should have been just fine.

There were comfy seats, plenty of leg room, a nice tray to set her laptop on (which she would
have to fold up in a moment, anyway), and the stewardesses all smiled and asked her how she was
doing. Avery should have been excited. But she wasnt. Everything was not fine in this tinderbox
of an airplane.
Ben had been kind enough to put her in first class with him, but he didnt tell her that she would
be sitting three rows away, next to a stranger with coffee breath and a penchant for picking his
nose when he thought no one was looking. Hans was his name, a German banker who was going
to San Francisco to meet his daughter (or lover? Avery couldnt tell. He spoke in broken English
and her German was rusty).
As people in coach boarded, Hans took his small round glasses off and pointed them to Avery
before cleaning them with his shirt. Youre first flight, yes? he asked.
Avery held tightly to her seatbelt and nodded. Her lungs hadnt known a full breath of air since
she entered the plane. Her responses to people were curt nods, a breathless yes or no, and a
distraught groan from time to time. They werent even in the air yet and Avery had never felt such
terror.
Firstly, she thought, why did a plane in stasis make so much bloody noise? There was whirling
and whoosing and the clacking of buttons somewhere not far off. Shouldnt they have been saving
power for the long flight?
That was the other thingtwelve bloody hours in this silver tube of death. They could have
stopped off in New York for a layover and continued their journey on another flight, but Ben
hated layovers and avoided them as often as he could. Avery didnt know which was worse,
having to get off and re-board and start this torture all over again, or a half-days flight around the
world with no fuel stops. Most cabs in London couldnt get around half the city without cocking
up. How the fucking hell would a single airplane travel so far without problems?
Avery rubbed her forehead. It must have been red and raw by now. She thought about asking
Hans to switch places so she could be in the aisle. But then what if they started going down and a
trolley came whizzing by and knocked her out? Avery tightened her seatbelt for the umpteenth
time and squirmed in her seat.
Why you going to America? Hans asked. He opened a magazine and flipped through it
casually.
Work, Avery said.
Her mouth was dry. She would have killed for an orange juice. Since the flight was scheduled to
depart at 6am promptly, they were at the airport by four. Paparazzi followed them, of course, and

they had gotten plenty of shots of weary-eyed Avery in no makeup. Ben, as usual, looked
handsome even with stubble and messy hair.
A stewardess came by and asked if they wanted anything to drink before the plane took off. Hans
asked for a mimosa. Avery asked for something with the most alcohol in it. Does it cost
anything? she inquired.
No, maam, the pretty stewardess said. Champagne?
Avery nodded and gave a weak smile. Yeah, sure.
The stewardess walked off and Avery pressed her back against the seat. She felt like a clock
wound too tightly. She wanted to kill herself for staying up all night, thinking she would be able to
take a kip on the plane or just drink herself to sleep. Maybe there was still time.
You have drugs? Hans asked.
Avery looked at the man next to her. What?
For the ride, he explained. You are very shaking and you look like the ghost.
Avery laughed. It was a too-loud, nervous laugh which just served as a way to get a full breath
out. Poor Hans, she thought. He didnt deserve to be stuck with someone like her for the next
twelve hours.
I, um . . . I-I dont have drugs, Avery said. I should have, but I dont like what they do to me.
My roommate gave me Valium for a toothache once and I was useless all day. She though it was
funny as hell. So no drugs for me. Just alcohol. Lots of it. And now Im rambling . . .
Hans may not have understood everything she was saying, but he smiled nonetheless and nodded
politely. You are scared for nothing, he said. I flown many times across the ocean. Very
relaxing. Very safe.
You never had any trouble? Avery asked.
Just once, Hans said. Bad, uh . . . He waved his hand up and down in the air, the word lost on
him. Turbulence. The luggage was falling from the things. He pointed to the overhead
compartment. But no one was hurt. Shaken, not stirred. Hans laughed at his joke.
Avery touched her forehead. Turbulence. She hadnt even thought about that. What if they ran
into a storm? What if her seatbelt came off and she went flying into the ceiling?
The stewardess came by with their drinks and not a moment too soon. Avery downed her glass in
a second and asked for another.
Im sorry maam, the stewardess said, youll have to wait until were in the air.
Here, take mine, Hans said as the stewardess left. You need it more.
Avery took the drink without protest and finished it as quickly as her champagne. She puckered at
the sour orange taste and gave the glass to Hans.
You feel better? he asked.
Avery put her head back against the plush seat. I think Im going to be sick.
Hans looked over his shoulder up the aisle. There is a man looking here. Is he your husband?

Hans looked over his shoulder up the aisle. There is a man looking here. Is he your husband?
Avery looked at Hans. Who?
Oh, hes coming. Hans straightened as the man neared.
Benedict stood next to the row, having to bow slightly because of his tall stature. How are you
holding up? he asked Avery.
Im in the seventh circle of hell.
Would you like to trade the seat? Hans asked Ben. He must not have recognized the actoror,
if he did, he was playing it very cool. Hans patted Averys shoulder and said, You should sit next
to your husband.
Oh, hes not my
That would be lovely, thank you, Ben said.
Hans gathered his carry-on and stood. As Benedict scooted out of the way in the aisle, he shook
Hans hand and whispered something in his ear. Hans barked a laugh.
Dankeschn, Ben said. He sat next to Avery and buckled his seatbelt.
Avery closed her eyes and rubbed her forehead once again. It was bad enough that she was
exhausted, terrified, and two vodka shots away from being plastered, but now Ben had a frontrow seat to her mental breakdown. He pulled a sleeve of biscuits from his coat pocket and tore
them open. Avery found his nonchalance annoying.
I tried to get us a seat together, he said. Couldnt be helped.
Yeahhum, Avery muttered. She couldnt concentrate with the plane making even louder noises
now. The engines must have been turning on.
Why didnt you tell me you hate to fly? Benedict asked, popping a jammie dodger in his mouth.
I thought I could get over it, Avery said. She pulled the window shade down as the plane started
to slowly move through the runway. Bloody fuck. How long does it take to get in the air?
Ben laughed. Youll be all right once were up.
Avery shook her head. I dunno. I dont think Im cut out for this.
My dad always told meif the flight attendants dont look nervous, theres no reason for you to
be. Its the absolute safest form of travel.
The airplane made a thump! noise and jerked slightly. Avery yelped and gripped the seat rests.
Then a woman came on the speaker and started the routine for safety precautions. A stewardess
was at the front, demonstrating how to properly wear a seatbelt and how to use your seat cushion
as a floatation device. Avery had to look away. It may have been important stuff, but she couldnt
think about emergency water landings right now.
Did you ever see that show Lost? she asked Ben.
A bit.
Everyone in first class died. Averys breath caught in her throat. The fuselage just tore apart in
midair. People were sucked into the sky like . . . like a . . . Avery sighed and dug her back into

the seat.
Ben smiled sympathetically at her. He wished he could have given her drugs or more alcohol or
even a blow to the head to knock her out for the duration of the trip. Nothing was worse than a
panic attack, unless the panic attack lasted for a full twelve hours.
Tell you what, Benedict said. Take hold of my hand. If youre feeling nervous, just give it a
good squeeze.
Avery looked at her boss. Youre sure?
Ben nodded. Yeah, of course. Pretend Im Charlie and let all your anxiety out.
Avery laughed. She slipped her arm around Bens and laced her fingers through his. It was warm
and inviting, not like her cold, clammy hand that shook like a faulty dryer. She gave him a smile,
an apology for being such a twonk, and squeezed it hard when the airplane began to pick up
speed down the runway. The craft bobbed and shook, moving faster for takeoff.
Tell me about L.A, Avery said, squeezing her eyes shut. Justkeep me distracted. Please.
Its great, Ben said over the roar of the twin engines. Nice at this time of year. Lovely beach if
you know where to look. Ill take you to the pier and buy us some fish tacos. Remember those
ones I was talking about?
Oh, bollocks! Avery cried as the front wheels lifted off the ground. She squeezed his hand hard
and he took it with grace.
Ben put his other hand over Averys and stroked her knuckle with his thumb. The second set of
wheels lifted from the back and the plane was in the air, soaring high, catching wind, climbing and
climbing
Its gorgeous, Ben continued, looking at Avery. Its the most beautiful thing in the world.
What, the fish tacos? Avery said.
Benedict laughed. The airplane dipped a little, rattled slightly as they found altitude and
straightened out. When they were finally at a safe height, the plan settled and so did Avery. She
opened her eyes and loosened her grasp on his hand. Her knuckles were white and poor
Benedicts fingers were almost purple.
Sorry, Avery said. Are we . . . She looked around, then opened the window shade. Blue sky
greeted them, tufts of white clouds dancing about in the early morning light. Avery looked down
and wished she hadnt. Too high. Too fast. Holy bloody fuck. She leaned her head against Bens
strong shoulder. She didnt mean for it to be anything romantic, just a simple plead for comfort.
Ben rubbed her shoulder and rested his chin on the top of her head. Youre okay, he said,
smiling. You did very well. He was still holding her hand. A selfish part of him hoped she
would be still be upset for hours to come so she would stay as close to him as possible.
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Avery ordered a drink. Then another. Then another. On her fourth glass of champagne, she didnt
feel scared anymore. Butterflies still danced in her stomach, but it could have been one of two
thingsthe sickly-sweet bubbles from the drink, or the easy way Ben continued to chat with her.
Of course, he was well on his way to getting sloshed at the same time. Every time she ordered a
drink, he asked for a mimosa. Then another. Then another. Then a gin and tonic to round out his

diet. He gave Avery the strawberries from the bottom if his mimosa glasses and she gobbled them
up with giggles.
This is fun! Avery said. I dunno why I was so knackered. She poked Ben on the shoulder.
Are you knackered, old chap?
Benedict snorted a laugh. Are you talking about your knickers?
Avery howled with laughter. You cheeky prick! She finished off the last of Bens gin. Im
telling your mum that youve been drinking.
So have you, darling.
Darling, oh! Avery put the back of her hand to her forehead and pretend-swooned. Such a
prince. Hey, did yknow Raj is related to a saltine?
Whadjameen, a sultan? Ben slurred. Sultan. What a funny word. Sal-teene. Hmm, those
sounded tasty right about now. How can he be related to a cracker?
No, listen. Avery pointed her finger in Benedicts face. He was being purposefully difficult.
Shit. I mean a sultan. The blokes with the funny hats. In eighteen-something-something.
Anyhoo, hes got royal blood.
Hey, Ive got royal blood, as well.
Avery shot Ben a look. No you dont!
I do
You bloody dont!
Shh, Ben hissed, glancing around the cabin with heavy eyelids. My great great great granfather
was a duke of Hethebeshireshhhh.
Avery put a hand over her mouth and giggled. What a prat. He was obviously lying. But he was a
damn cute liar. The stewardess walked by and Ben gently touched her arm to get her attention. He
put his best sober face on and asked for two trifles, if they had them. The blonde attendant said
they had blueberry custard with ginger cake.
Perfect! Benedict sang. Many thanks.
Hey, how long have we been flying? Avery asked him.
Ben looked at his watch. He had to squint a few times before reading it. Exacitally three hours.
Avery rolled her head against the window and moaned. Shit. Well be here ages.
Im having fun, are you having fun? Ben asked.
I always have fun with you! Avery smiled. Youre my best mate.
I thought Nani was your best mate?
Shes my best girl mate, Avery explained. She slipped her arm around Benedicts again and
held his hand. Youre my best . . . everything.
This sobered Ben up a little. She had said everything with a dreamy sigh. Drunk Avery was

affectionate, this wasnt new information, but he felt bad for putting them in this situation again.
He could have just stayed in his other seat and hoped Hans would treat her well. He could have
sat still and not offered his hand for comfort. But instead, Ben had to make things complicated,
helping to blur the lines of friendship and . . . something more. It wasnt Averys faultshe was
vulnerable and scared and needed booze to calm her nerves. He didnt blame her for anything. He
blamed himself for taking advantage, for being selfish and hoping she would see him as some kind
of white knight at her most helpless.
Benedict pulled his arm away from Avery gently. She didnt protest. Then, in order to salvage the
conversation, he said, Youre one of my best mates, too.
Not as much as Martin, Avery said.
Ben laughed. No, not as much as Martin.
This seemed to lighten the mood once more. The attendant came by with their custard and cake.
Avery ate hers slowly, cutting the cake up and drowning it in the custard to make a fine paste. Ben
watched curiously. Youre doing that wrong, he said.
Avery spooned some in her mouth and gave him a dirty look. Im doing it just fine, she said.
When they were done eating, Avery fell asleep against the window. Benedict took a blanket from
the overhead compartment and covered her. Hans came by and asked how she was doing.
Much better, Ben said, looking up at the man.
Your wife is very nice, Hans said. Where did you both meet?
Shes not my Ben stopped. It occurred to him that Hans really didnt know who he was. Ben
could have been just a normal guy making a trip to America on holiday. What harm was there in a
little white lie? Hans wouldnt know any better. We met, uh . . . at work.
I met my wife at work also, Hans said. Twenty years in the next week.
How lovely, Ben said. Congratulations.
Ja, danke. She very pretty, your girl. You are lucky.
Ben glanced at Avery. Her head was against the window, her body curled up tightly even though
the seat had plenty of room to fold back. Averys mouth was open slightly as she breathed, a soft
hum escaping her mouth. She had no makeup, unkempt hair, and a ratty old hoodie pulled over
her head. She was beautiful.
I am lucky, arent I? Ben said. He smiled, reached out, and pulled the blanket closer around
Avery.

The Golden State

Chapter Summary

While in L.A., Avery navigates the ins and outs of this new city. Benedict makes an
interesting friend.

Chapter Notes

As always, thank you so much for the support--you comments, kudos, and time. I
really appreciate having such awesome fans of this little story. Thank you!

L.A. was hotter than Avery expected. And brighter. And noisier. And smellier. The city had a
golden haze surrounding it, either from the sunshine or the smog, she couldnt tell which.
Whatever the case, it took her a few days to get used to the exhaust and cigarette smell of the
streets. Not that there was much time for dallyingBenedicts schedule kept them hopping from
one taxi to the next. Interviews, photoshoots, and of course Comic Con made this trip feel less and
less like a holiday. Avery barely had time to talk to Ben, much less visit Santa Monica pier for fish
tacos.
Working in L.A. was like staying at a pushy luxury hotel. There was a new batch of assistants for
everythingspecial Hollywood assistants who knew the city and where to get the best cup of
non-fat soy chai. Avery felt quite useless most of the time. Ben asked her to pick up a pair of
cufflinks in Beverly Hills (a present for Mr. J.J. Abrams), and Avery had gotten off the tube
subwaytoo early and found herself in West Hollywood Park.
After Comic Con, there was a few days to rest and unwind. Avery put her bathing suit on and
decided to try the hotel pool. Her delicate porcelain skin was already pink on her head and
shoulders. Avery tied a sheer blue wrap around her waist and carried her iPad and towel to the
outside pool. Even just an hour by herself would be some relief.
Avery put her sunglasses on as she stepped outside. There were two types of people who plagued
L.A.beatiful demigods with bronze skin, fake tits, bulging muscles, and tiny swimwear. Then
there was the complete opposite in equal numbersrich, fat out-of-towners with plump bellies,
ghost-white skin, and gobs of suntan lotion on their nose and shoulders. The pool wasnt
crowded, but there were people from each category lounging about, intermingling oddly.
Avery sat at the closest lounge chair by the entrance. She took her wrap off and looked around at
the beautiful models who sat by the pool. They were all stick-thin and shiny, as though they had
been rubbing olive oil on their tan skin all morning. When they smiled, their too-white teeth could
be seen from miles around.
Avery heard a whistle, then a quick Oi! a few chairs down. She looked to her left and Ben sat
on a lounge chair, sunglasses perched on his nose. He worse a pair of god-awful orange trunks
(she had advised him against packing them, but he had insisted), and his pale British skin was
almost translucent in the blazing L.A. sun. But at least his personal trainer was working him to the

bone because Benedict was, for lack of a better word, ripped.

Avery tied her wrap around her waist again and moved closer to her boss, sitting next to him on a
chair. Hello, she said, perching her sunglasses on the crown of her head.
Ben slipped his sunglasses down the length of his nose and peered at Avery. Youre pink, he
said. Benedict sat up and rummaged in the bag next to his seat. He pulled out a book, half a script,
and a bottle of SPF 10 sunscreen. He handed it to Avery and said, Were not meant for this
weather.
Avery laughed. Speak for yourself. You could blind someone with the shine coming off of your
chest.
Ben sat back against his chair with a smile and said, If you insist on being cheeky, I reserve the
right to throw you in the pool.
Yeah? Avery squirted some sunblock in her hand. Suppose I break my neck? Then where
would you be?
Six feet under within a week, Ben said. He sat up again and tossed his sunglasses on the side
table. Need help?
Avery looked at the white goop in her hand, then at her boss. It would be hell to put it between
her shoulder blades. She certainly didnt have this problem back home. All right. Avery sat on
the edge of Bens chair and handed him the bottle again. She applied her glob of sunscreen on her
arms and waited for the cool shock on her back.
Ben squeezed a liberal amount of Coppertone in his hand. He paused, staring at Averys back.
Her black bikini string was all that separated him from her naked body. One stiff wind was all it
would take to render her completely naked. Avery rubbed some of the lotion on her burned
shoulders and Benedicts breath caught in his throat.
Hows shooting going so far? Avery asked.
Her question snapped Ben out of his stupor. He lightly dabbed sunscreen between her shoulders
and said, Good. Very good. Everyones a joy to work with, especially Simon. He said the
funniest thing the other day
Which one is he, then? Not Spock
No, thats Zach, Ben said, chuckling. Didnt you watch the first Star Trek?
No, only the originals with Shatner.
Youre embarrassing me, Ms. Lorris. Bens hand traveled lower down her back, spreading the
lotion in the crease where her spine hid.
Avery had to keep rubbing lotion on her arms to stop from trembling. Bens breath was on her
back, sending shivers up her spine. The way his long, smooth fingers massaged the suntan lotion
into her skin was sensual and relaxing.
Benedicts eyes wandered all along Averys backside like a cartographer studying new land. He
had never seen her this naked before. A thrill shot down from his chest and into his groin, where
his manhood threatened to spring out of control and embarrass him. He pulled his hands away
from her back and rubbed them together.

Right. All finished.

Avery smiled at him over her shoulder and said, Thanks. She sat on her chair next to him and
took her wrap off. Part of her liked being this exposed out in the openthere was hardly a chance
for such skimpiness in Englandand the way Ben was staring made her giddy. He was a man,
after all. Men stared at half-naked women all the time, employer or not. He couldnt help his
nature, Avery thought.
Still, a part of her wanted to believe he was staring at her because he genuinely liked what he saw.
Avery cleared her throat and said, Fancy a dip?
Erm . . . Ben looked down briefly, then folded his hands in his lap. In a moment.
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During shooting, Avery spent a majority of the time on the back lot with the other crew and
assistants. It felt a bit like an after-school club where all the non-celebrities hung out and chatted
in a secret language only they knew abouthow to make a last-minute hem for an Oscar party,
what kind of lighting to use for an overhead shot, how many cups of coffee were safe to drink
within two hours.
Avery had made the mistake of dressing professionally her first day on set. When she saw all the
other assistants and crew members in jeans and tank tops, she went shopping the next day to better
blend with her surroundings. Since the pound went further in America, Avery was able to buy a
few stunning tops and a nice new pair of boots.
Does anyone have a fucking cigarette? Jacob Thompson shouted from a trailer on the back lot.
He was an agent for one of the stars on setChris Pine or Zoe Saldana, Avery wasnt sureand
he mostly kept to himself when he wasnt screeching for a fag or an energy drink.
Avery was sitting under an awning checking her email when she heard him yell. Every little thing
around here made her jump. It wasnt like back home on the Sherlock set. Here, everyone was in a
damn rush to get somewhere and do something. They were loud and pushy and rarely said thank
you for anything. Avery kept to herself and came only when needed.
A woman named Marabeth walked under Averys awning (well, it was everyones awning) and
offered Avery a bottle of water. Marabeth was John Chos PA. She and Avery had met on the
first day and showed her around the set. Marabeth came from Texas and spoke with a twangy
accent that Avery found delightful. She was thin and freckled, her hair sunset-orange and her
jeans always torn at the shins.
Only eight more hours to go, Marabeth joked. She eyed Avery and sat on a chair opposite.
Youre lookin good today. Didya go to Kitson at the Highland Center?
Yes, it was marvelous. Thank you for the suggestion. Is that really the theater where they have
the Oscars?
Yeah. Pretty cool, huh? Marabeth opened her own water and continued, You get used to that
kind of stuff, being here. The other day I saw Simon Cowell on Hollywood Boulevarddidnt
even bat an eye.
Avery laughed. She drank her water and set her iPad on the chair beside her. Have you been a
PA for long? she asked.
Bout three years with John, Marabeth replied. Before that, I was a secretary forwell, I cant

tell you, actually.

Do you enjoy working with John?
Oh, sure! Hes a sweetheart. His wife makes the best soup when Im sick.
Does she ever get jealous? Avery asked.
Marabeth looked at Avery quizzically. Jealous of what?
Of you. You know, following her husband around all the time, going on trips
Marabeth started laughing. Oh, honey, shes way too classy for that. Besides, its just a job. I
aint tucking him into bed at night and kissing his forehead.
Avery smiled weakly in agreement. Just a job. Was her closeness with Benedict an anomaly in the
PA world? Was she friendlier to him than she was supposed to be? Perhaps Americans just did
things differently. Maybe there were laws or something against having a pint with your celebrity
employer, or a contract they had to sign according to the Hollywood Society of Whatever
What about you? Marabeth asked. Whats his name again? Benedim somethin-somethin
Bene-dict Cum-ber-batch, Avery pronounced. She had to do that a lot since coming to L.A.
Yeah, hes great.
Hes really hot, Marabeth giggled. I heard him talk the other day and his voice is like butter.
Cant believe Im just now hearing about him.
Well, hes much bigger in England
Im sure hes big everywhere, if you know what I mean.
Averys smile vanished and she looked at her lap. It wasnt like fooling around with Nani. She
hardly knew Marabeth and she was talking about Ben as though he were a slice of meat instead of
a respected actor. Avery probably wouldnt have minded it coming from someone back home, but
hearing Marabeth say it made her uncomfortable.
Aw, fuck, Marabeth said. Msorry, that was gross of me. Really, Isometimes I get caught up
in gossip and celebrity-talk, it just sorta
Its fine, Avery said. Like you said, its just a job.
Marabeth sighed through her nose. Anyway, a bunch of us are goin out for drinks after work.
Wanna come? No celebrities allowed.
Avery smiled. Yeah, that sounds like fun. Ill have to check with Ben.
Cool. Marabeth stood and looked down at Avery. Youll wanna change before we go out. Do
you own a thong?
Avery looked down, extended her legs, and pointed to her flip-flops.
Marabeth howled with laughter. Ohmigod, I love you! Is that a British thing? Youre such s
kidder.
Avery reddened with embarrassment. She grinned amiably and told Marabeth she would meet her
here after shooting was done.

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When filming had commenced for the day, Avery met Ben in his trailer. Before she entered, she
heard him and a woman chatting. Avery gently rapped on the door and for her sang for her to
come in. Benedicts trailer was pristine, with comfy leather seats, a stainless-steel kitchenette, and
a vase of wilting roses on a table in the sitting area. Ben was at the small breakfast nook, chatting
with the mystery woman who sat on the couch.
Hey, there, Ben said to his assistant. Avery, this is Clarissa. She does makeup on set.
Avery looked at the petite dark-haired woman on the couch. She had tattoos scrawled up her
arms, and piercing on her left eyebrow, and a pair of stunning green eyes. She stood and extended
her hand to Avery.
Hi! Its really good to meet you. Ben told me everything about you.
Ben. They were so friendly already. Avery smiled politely and shook her hand. How do you
do?
Come have a seat, Clarissa offered. God, I love your top. Did you get it in town?
Avery adjusted her bejeweled tank top as she sat on a chair opposite of Clarissa. Yes, at Kitson. I
like your . . . tattoos.
Clarissa glances at her arms and laughed. Aw, yeah. My mom said Id never get anywhere with
all this ink. Now look at me.
Avery nodded in agreement. She stole a look at Ben. He was still grinning at Clarissa, his eyes
dancing over her tattoos, her long black hair, her pouty lips and small breasts. Avery felt a red-hot
poker of jealousy in her gut.
Uhm, sorrydid you want me to come back later? Avery asked Ben.
No, no. Were just chatting. Ben finally looked at Avery. Actually, could you run back to the
hotel quickly and grab me a blue shirt from my closet? A few of us are going out tonight, and I
didnt bring any extra clothes.
Yes, of course. Button-down or pullover?
Oh, definitely button-down, Clarissa said, smiling at Benedict. I mean, the place were going to
isnt fancy, but its not a ho-down either.
Oh, youre going as well? Avery asked. She hadnt meant to, but it sort of came tumbling out of
her mouth. She prayed she didnt sound as envious as she felt. I mean, um . . . If youre going, do
you need anything? A coffee or a jacket, or?
Clarissa waved her hand. Oh, no, Im fine.
Im starved, Ben said to Clarissa. Would you like to eat before we go?
Clarissa shrugged. Sure. She looked at Avery. Maybe a couple of sandwiches while youre
out?
Avery stared at Clarissa for a moment, then nodded and took out her iPad. Yeah, sure. Whatll
you have? She made a note of their orders on her tablet, careful not to meet Benedicts eyes. She

was used to doing trivial things like getting food, but bringing it to someone other than Ben felt
like a slap to the face. She was his assistant, not a maid for other crew members.Benedict reached
in his pocket and pulled out money for the food. Clarissa put out her hand and said, No, no. I
insist. She gave Avery a twenty.
Avery plucked the money from Clarissas hand coldly. Anything else? She raised her eyes
slowly to Ben. She half-expected him to invite her out with them, at least to mingle with the other
cast members. Back in England, he always invited her to drinks at the puba friendly gesture
rather than a simple courtesy.
Benedict shook his head and pursed his lips. No, that should be it.
Averys heart sank. She nodded and smiled weakly, the awful realization dawning on her. He
didnt invite her because he was being rude. It was because this was a date and Avery would have
been the third wheel.

Deronda Knows Best

Chapter Summary

Benedict wonders if Clarissa is the right girl for him. Clarissa presses Avery for
information on Ben.

Chapter Notes

Sorry for the wait. BIG drama ahead!

Was she beautiful or not beautiful?

Benedict thought of this quote as he sat in the trailer on the backlot getting his makeup done by
Clarissa. When he was in the ninth grade, Bens father gave him a copy of Daniel Deronda, a
doorstop of a novel that took ages for Ben to get into. The title character, Daniel, pondered Miss
Gwendolen Harleths beauty for a whole chapter, and there was much debate in the literary
community as to whether the novel was about her romantic ideals, or Daniels unflinching realism.
Was Clarissa beautiful or not beautiful?
Was Benedict a romantic or realist?
Is that too much powder? Clarissa asked, pulling her hand away from his face for a moment.
No, its fine, he replied.
Ben certainly enjoyed her company the night before. She got on well with Simon Pegg and Chris
Pine (both absolute jokesters if Benedict ever saw one), and she held her own when they teased
her about her tattoos. Clarissa was the type of woman who didnt let a man dote on hershe got
her own pitchers of beer, opened doors herself, and made raunchy comebacks when the men at
the table got cheeky. She was, as Chris stated, one of the guys.
But she wasnt quite perfect. No woman was, of course, but there was something missing in her
that was crucial for Ben to consider her as someone more than a friend. Maybe it was her
American brashness, her unwillingness to compromise on matters of the bar tab, or just the way
she chewed with her front teeth. Other qualities about her made him rethink his hesitancy. She
was smart (a graduate of business at UCLA), she had a wonderful sense of humor, and she had
kissed him at the end of the night in a way that meant she was definitely interested, but not
necessarily pushing for sex. Sex would have complicated their working relationship. Clarissa must
have known this.
Was she beautiful or not beautiful?
Clarissa finished with the powder and started reorganizing her makeup on the vanity. Ben
watched her in the mirror, the bright lights turning her dark hair almost blue. Do you like art? he

asked.
Clarissa turned and looked at him. Art? She glanced at the wall behind him in thought.
Honestly, I never got into modern art. The whole scene is kind of pretentious to me.
What about classical art? Ben prodded.
Clarissa went back to arranging her makeup kit. Art has never really been my scene, yknow?
Im more of a film buff. German Expressionism is my sweet spot. She smiled at Ben from over
her shoulder. Maybe thats why I like you so much.
Im not German.
But youre in film. Clarissa paused, then mumbled to herself, Not exactly works of art, but still
. . .
Of course, Benedict heard her. He took off the paper collar on his shirt and threw it in the trash,
standing irately to show his distaste. I think Im good for now, he said to Clarissa. I have nonart to film. Ben left the makeup room swiftly, leaving Clarissa by herself in a state of utter
confusion.
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The studio had a small gym where many personal trainers took their celebrity clients for sessions
on off days of shooting. Zachary Quinto was on an exercise bike, watching CNN on the flatscreen
TVs above the full-length mirrors on the wall. Avery kept her distance from him, even though she
was dying to say hello. She had been a big fan of Heroes and admired his lesser-known comedic
talents from Funny or Die skits online.
There were a few more men in the gym, mostly extras from set, so Avery had the treadmills all to
herself that morning. She walked along briskly with her headphones blasting a mix of Bollywood
tunes Nani had burned for her. It made Avery feel as if she were jogging home.
The unending beauty and fat-shaming attitude of L.A. had worn Avery down, and even though
she had never seen herself as anything more than a little pudgy in England, in a city of starlets, she
was a beached whale. Her sunburn had faded to a light tan on her shoulders and face, now all she
needed was buns of steel and Michelle Obama arms and Avery would be satisfied walking down
Melrose.
Just as Avery skipped to another song on her iPod, Clarissa popped up next to her on the other
treadmill and waved. Hi, Avery!
Avery yelped and tripped on the slow-moving treadmill. She regained her balance and turned the
machine off, pulling the headphones from her ears. Christ, you scared me!
Sorry, Clarissa said. Mind if I join you?
Well
God, its such a relief to have a place like this close by. Clarissa turned her machine on to a
powerful jaunt and ran with ease. She wore a pair of tight black bike shorts, a lime-green tank, and
slick pair of pink running shoes. Why she felt the need to tone up when her body was already a
Greek statue, Avery didnt know.
Avery turned her treadmill back on and matched Clarissas speed. She was already breathless
from her safe sprint, but Avery would be damned if shed let Clarissa one-up her.

I was hoping I could talk to you, actually, Clarissa said. She barely broke a sweat as the
treadmill whizzed on.
Avery turned the speed up and pushed her legs faster.
I think I upset Ben somehow. He hasnt talked to me since yesterday.
Why do you . . . wanna . . . talk to me? Avery panted.
Amazingly, Clarissa shrugged as she galloped on the machine. You spent so much time with him
as his PA. You know him better than anyone, besides his mom. Clarissa glanced at Avery.
Slow down, sweetie, you might trip.
Avery grimaced and sped the machine up to ten.
But there was no showing Clarissa up at this gym. Even when Avery moved on to ab crunches on
the mat, the makeup artist followed her and kept up the regiment with ease. Averys muscles
ached with every movement. Clarissa, meanwhile, looked as though she was getting stronger with
ever crunchie.
I mean, I really like him, Clarissa continued, hoisting herself in another sit-up.
Avery slowly, achingly pushed herself up to Clarissas level on the mat. Her abs were on fire.
Clarissa said, Its not like I want to marry him or anything, but Id like to have dinner or
something, yknow?
Avery grunted and fell back against the mat. The men in the gym were slowly gathering around
the two women, watching them subconsciously compete. Clarissa did three more fast crunchies
before Avery could even finish one.
Avery flipped over onto her stomach to do push-ups. Real ones. Not the girly ones men were
always complaining about. Her muscles felt like Jell-O and her arms trembled as she raised herself
up off the mat. But she was going to do at least ten, goddamn it. And somehow, hopefully,
Clarissa would mess up and fall.
I got ten bucks on the tattooed chick, a man muttered to Zachary Quinto, who had also joined
the group of spectators.
I dont know, Zach said. That other girl has this, like, raw determination. Look at her eyes.
And Averys eyes were, most certainly, filled with murder.
I know hes only here for a few more weeks, Clarissa said. What do you think I should do?
Avery slowly, painfully raised herself up from the mat by her burning arms. Sweat dripped down
her back and she gritted her teeth. A few of the men clapped but she ignored them. This was only
her third push-up. Clarissa was already on her eighth.
Does he like cologne? Clarissa wondered aloud. Maybe I should get him some cologne
Oh, for fucks sake! Avery cried. She fell on her stomach, then rolled back over onto her back,
breathing deeply. Her chest heaved as though a cinderblock had been placed on it. The men
jeered, except for Zachary, who told them all to get back to work.
It wasnt just the tough workout that made Avery want to vomit. She already had to put up with

Bens goo-goo eyes for Clarissa without having to play matchmaker. And how could he like
someone like her, anyway? Sure, she was pretty. And smart. And funny and fit and nice and
talented, and
Fucking hell, why does she have to be so bloody perfect? Avery thought.
Of course Ben fancied her. She was an easy woman to fancy. But whatever Clarissa had said to
make him upset was a ray of selfish hope that Avery clung to. She looked over at Clarissa, who
sat cross-legged on the mat as though she hadnt been working out at all.
What . . . did you say . . . to make him upset? Avery asked, still breathless.
Clarissa shrugged. I made a comment about his work. Its not that I dont like what he does, its
just not art like Fritz Lang or Chaplin.
Avery rolled her eyes and shook her head, her back still to the smelly mat. Stupid thing to say.
Hes an actor. And a bloody brilliant one. One American blockbuster doesnt make him a sellout. Avery was getting hot and bothered at the very thought of Clarissa uttering those words to
Ben. He didnt need that kind of one-dimensional pretention in his life, not when his career was
just taking off.
I know, Im an idiot, Clarissa admitted. Do you think theres any hope for me?
Avery looked at her gym buddy. Her annoyingly perfect, non-sweaty gym buddy. Avery knew
Ben. She knew he could forgive anyone who gave him a heartfelt apology. And thats all it would
take for Clarissa. If he really liked as much as his eyes and smile said so, then they would be
having dinner and champagne tonight. There was more than enough hope for Clarissa. A woman
like her didnt need it.
Avery sighed and said, Just apologize. Thats all you can do.
Clarissa smiled widely, then reached out and hugged Avery around the neck. Thank you. Youre
such a sweetheart.
Avery patted Clarissas back and smiled weakly when they parted. There was no room for
selfishness anymore, not after her giant mistake on New Years Eve. Benedict was moving on,
and so should she. Still, Averys heart thudded with dread, her veins long since calmed from her
workout. Weariness replaced adrenalin, and all she wanted to do now was lay her head under a
weight and let it crush her slowly.
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That afternoon, while Avery was sitting in the backlot arranging Benedicts schedule for the next
week, Clarissa popped her head under the awning and waved. Hey, she said.
Avery shifted in her seat and smiled amiably. Inside, she was screaming for a truck to barrel across
the lot and run Clarissa right over. How are you?
Clarissa grinned as though she had stolen from the cookie jar. She tapped her clenched fists
together and said, You were right. I apologized and he forgave me.
Good. Avery looked back down at her Blackberry. It wasnt in her nature to be so cold, but
Clarissas mere presence brought out an ugliness in Avery that she wasnt proud of.
Hes a really sweet guy, Clarissa continued. Like, without even trying.

Avery slowly looked up from her phone. At least she and Clarissa could agree on that.
Clarissa sat on a chair across from Avery. And hes so focused. Ive never seen a guy so
dedicated to his work. Its like, if he doesnt give it his all, hes letting everyone down.
A crooked smile tugged on Averys lips. She thought about that determination in Bens face,
when he scanned a script or did multiple takes even when it was past midnight and he had been
working for over twelve hours. He was a man with heart, a man who had something to prove
not just to his fans, but to himself. It was one of the best qualities in him.
Tell me the truth, Clarissa said.
Avery looked at the makeup artist, a jolt of panic seizing her. Could Clarissa tell that Avery had
feelings for her boss? Was Avery that transparent?
Is Ben really this awesome, or is he putting on a show for me?
Avery breathed a sigh of relief. She laughed, shook her head slightly, then smiled genuinely at
Clarissa. Its not an act, she said. Hes the real deal.
Clarissa grinned. Cool. She stood, began to make her way out of the awning, then turned and
said, Were going out for drinks tonight. Not just me and Ben, but a bunch of the guys. I think
Zoe will be there, too. Do you wanna come?
Averys face softened. It was a sincere gesture, without irony or obligation. Avery felt bad for her
treatment of Clarissa. She let her feelings for Ben turn this woman into an enemy, which she now
realized was completely unfair.
Avery nodded. Yeah, that sounds nice.
Great. Clarissa smiled. Ben and I are going to Santa Monica for fish tacos first, but were
meeting everyone on the strip around nine.
Avery froze. She stared at Clarissa. Um . . . Im sorry, did you say fish tacos?
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A succession of thoughts raced through Averys head as she sat on her hotel bed, phone in hand.
Thought #1: How dare he?! That bloody arsehole is taking that whore to OUR place! He
PROMISED me! That was going to be OUR adventure!
FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK!
Thought #2: Shes not a whore. Shes nice. Im an asshole. Oh, God, why am I so needy and
stupid and selfish?
Thought #3: He loves her. Hes going to marry her and have tattooed babies and eat trifles with
her and Ill be carrying their coats and fetching them sandwiches for the rest of my fucking life
Thought #4: Overreacting. Im overreacting. Hes just being nice. Its not a date, theyre
probably just friends. Just friends. Yeah
Thought #5: PISS FUCK COCK GODDAMN SHAG TIT FUCKING ARSEHOLE
Thought #6: I hate myself, I hate myself, I hate myself, I hate my
Avery dialed the number and waited seven agonizing rings for someone to answer. She sat on the

Avery dialed the number and waited seven agonizing rings for someone to answer. She sat on the
edge of the bed facing the window, the California sunset turning the sky pink and orange and
yellow and dark blue.
Hello? Nani answered. She sounded like she had been gargling peanut butter. It was five in the
evening in L.A, which meant it was one in the morning in London.
Avery almost felt bad for waking her friend. Then a wave of emotions hit her again and that
feeling disappeared. Nanita? she whispered.
Nani sensed her friends turmoil from thousands of miles away and instantly perked up. Whats
wrong?
Avery held the phone away from her ear. She pursed her lips and scrunched her face, fighting the
urge to cry. She was tired of crying. She was tired of feeling bad, of doubting herself, of running
to Nani every time something didnt go right with Bena man who should have been strictly
platonic since day one. She didnt feel like her own person anymore. She felt like an extension of
Benedict somehow, like a phantom limb he could still flex from time to time at will. Avery was
tired of being flexed, even if Bens intentions werent cruel. She needed to sever the ties.
Avery put the phone to her ear again and said, Sorry, did I wake you?
No (that was a lie) is everything all right, darling?
Avery cleared her throat, tears crawling up the back of her tongue like a prickly spider. She
swallowed them painfully. I just wanted to check in and see how you are. Hows Raj?
Hes good. How are you?
Avery forced a smile. Im great. L.A. is amazing. Everyones so beautiful, you wouldnt believe
it . . .
Hows Ben? Is he behaving?
Avery laughed. The question was both ironic and truthful. Hes fantastic. Everyones taking a
real shine to him on set. Avery squeezed her eyes shut, thinking about Benedict with Clarissa
Clairssas hair and tattoos and waist and smile and how they were probably eating those fish tacos
now on the pier in the sunset like a fairytale
Youre sure nothings wrong? Sound a little . . .
I just miss you, thats all, Avery sighed. A stray tear fell down her cheek but she kept her voice
steady. Its so different here. Everythings different.
Well, yeah, Nani chuckled. Its California. Youll bring me something back, yeah?
Sure. Ill see if Chris Pine will fit in my suitcase.
Nani laughed, which warmed Averys heart. Dont get too attached to America, Nanita said.
My weddings in three months and I need you to make sure Rajs mother doesnt kill me.
Ive got the SAS on speed dial.
Nani laughed again. I love you, priya.
I love you, too.

Avery hung up quickly and held the phone in her lap. She let exactly tow tears fall down her face,
then straightened up, brushed them away, and got to her feet. Avery put on a green sundress, fixed
her hair into a sloppy bun, and headed downstairs to the poolside bar.
The amputation started now.

Two Dates
Chapter Summary

Ben has a date with Clarissa, and Avery's whereabouts are unknown.

Chapter Notes

Wow! Where did all these comments come from? Not that I'm complaining, but this
is the most attention my story has ever gotten. Thank you all so much for the lovely
comments! This are about to get SUPER dramatic in this story. Fasten your seat belts.

On his second fish taco, Benedict started to feel guilty. He knew he should have asked Avery to
come to the pier instead of Clarissa, but Clarissa was the one who suggested they go to Santa
Monica for the evening. The fish tacos were just an afterthought. Still, Ben felt like he was
betraying Avery by standing on the end of Santa Monica Pier, looking out at the gray ocean as the
sunlight filtered through Clarissas dark hair. It should have been Averys hair he was admiring,
Avery he was agreeing with in terms of the tacos being the best hes ever had. Without Chris and
Simon to buffer the conversation, Ben didnt know how to talk to Clarissa. They ate silently, bits
of lettuce and tomato falling over the railing and into the ocean.
Its nice out here, huh? Clarissa said.
Ben nodded as he chewed. He looked down at the seagulls bobbing leisurely in the water. Its
one of my favorite places.
Clarissa looked at him. Really? she asked. Out of all the places youve traveled? You live in
London, for Gods sake.
London is rainy, Ben replied. And too busy oftentimes.
Clarissa shook her head. Id kill to live in London. All the pomp and circumstance. Then theres
that famous British politeness . . .
Ben wiped his mouth and chuckled. Youve obviously never been to Brixton.
Maybe I will someday, Clarissa said thoughtfully. She smiled at Benedict.
Ben looked down at the water again. He wondered what Avery was doing. He prayed Clarissa
hadnt told her that they were going to the pierhe couldnt bear the thought of Averys
disappointed face, knowing that Ben was taking another woman to their promised place. But he
told himself he would come here with her before shooting was done. And it would still be fun,
maybe even better with her.
Benedict reached in his pocket and pulled out his phone. Im just going to check my messages
for a moment.

Sure.
Ben walked a safe distance away from Clarissa and dialed Averys number. Three rings, four
rings, five rings later, she finally answered. Hey, its me, he said.
Hey, Avery said. Ben could hear people talking in the background.
Uh . . . whatre you doing? he asked.
Just having a drink. Why, do you need something?
Ben rubbed the back of his neck, guilt swallowing his heart. No, no. Im just . . . I feel like we
havent talked in a while.
. . . sorry, two seconds, Avery whispered to someone else. Hows Clarissa? she asked
Benedict.
Bens guts dropped to his knees. He looked over at his date and she waved with her fingers. Ben
wanted to smash his own face against the sidewalk for being such a prick. Avery knew they were
out on a date. Whats worse, she probably knew they were at the pier.
Avery, Im sorry. I didnt
Avery laughed over the phone at her mysterious companion. If you dont need anything, can I
call you later? Im in the middle of a conversation.
Ben blinked. She didnt sound hurt or bitter. She sounded breezy and relaxed, as though he and
Clarissa were the furthest things from her mind. And maybe they were. No, uh . . . are you
coming out to the pub with us tonight?
I dont know, maybe. Are you sure you dont need anything?
Benedict glanced at Clarissa again. He shook his head. No. Ill talk to you later.
Okay. Bye.
Avery hung up quickly. Ben held the phone against his ear for a moment, then put it back in his
pocket. She was punishing him. Avery sounded light and pleasant, but whoever she was out with,
she wanted Ben to know she was doing just fine without him. And why shouldnt she? It was a
mistake for him to take Clarissa to the pier. He figured he was letting Avery go, letting her have
her own life outside of him. She clearly didnt want to be with him after the fiasco at New Years
Eve. She deserved to be happy with someone else. And so did he, goddamn it.
Still, Benedict couldnt stop thinking about Avery as he walked along the beach with Clarissa.
She took note of his aloofness and said, Are you okay? Youve been really quiet.
They were along the boardwalk now. The sun had set and vendors were turning their lights on.
They passed henna artists marking up tourists, musicians playing guitar along the sidewalk, and
eager families laughing and eating popcorn. Despite all the joy around him, Ben could barely
muster a smile.
Im sorry, he said to his date. Im afraid Im not very good company tonight.
Whats on your mind?
They stopped along the boardwalk next to an old woman weaving hemp bracelets. Ben sighed, sat

They stopped along the boardwalk next to an old woman weaving hemp bracelets. Ben sighed, sat
on the stone ledge, and laced his hands together at his front. I made a mistake a few months ago
and now I cant stop thinking about it.
Clarissa sat next to him. A professional mistake?
Ben shook his head.
Ah. Girl trouble?
Benedict looked at his date. Clarissa raised her brow. Boy trouble . . .?
Ben laughed and playfully nudged her. This is the absolute worst thing to talk about during a
date, I know. He sighed again. I dont know, I just . . . Have you ever done something that you
felt like changed the course of your life?
Clarissa looked straight ahead in thought. Yeah, she admitted. If were talking about our love
life, then mine is Lance. My whole life pivots around Lance. I thought we were going to be
together forever.
Ben looked at Clarissa. Im so sorry. When was this?
The summer of 2006. I was twenty-two. Not only was N*Sync broken up, but then Lance Bass
came out as gay, and my future was ruined
Benedict burst out laughing.
Im serious! Clarissa said, smiling. Everyone wanted Justin Timberlake, but noI had to go
and fall in love with the gay one. I was devastated. Story of my fucking life.
You were holding out hope for a member of a boy band? Ben chuckled.
Of course I was! Clarissa laughed and out her hand on Bens shoulder. Look, you shouldnt
beat yourself up. Was this person the love of your life?
Ben shook his head. I honestly have no idea.
But you still think about her?
Ben nodded.
Clarissa clucked her tongue. Tricky. And you know for sure she doesnt want to be with you?
Ben nodded again.
Clarissa stood suddenly. Well, thats the stupidest thing Ive ever heard. Youre Benedictfucking-Cumberbatch! Why wouldnt she want you?
Its more complicated than that
No its not! Clarissa exclaimed. She took his hand and pulled him to his feet. Youre the most
gorgeous guy on the planet! Youre smart, and funny, and incredibly sweet She led him down
the boardwalk with purpose. And if this woman refuses you even after all that, shes a goddamn
idiot.
Where are we going? Ben asked.
We are having those drinks with Simon and Chris. And when youre good and sloshed, youll

forget all about whats-her-name, and the boys and I can tell you how pretty you are.
Ben stopped her. Clarissa
She turned and looked at him, her hand still clasped to his. Ben, this isnt about me trying to get
into your pants. Though that would be an added bonus.
Benedict chuckled.
You deserve to have some fun, Clarissa continued seriously. And if you decide youre still
lovelorn at the end of the night, then Ill drop you off chivalrously, and we can continue on as
friends.
Ben smiled at her. She really was a fantastic woman. Deronda would have agreed straight away
she was beautiful, inside and out. And she was right about everything, except for Avery being an
idiot. He didnt fault his PA for her feelings. It was certainly more complicated than Clarissa was
making it out to be, but she wasnt wrong that he deserved something good. Something fun. He
thought about Avery laughing and chatting with her mystery friend. A man? Didnt matter. She
had made her choice, and now he was making his.
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The next morning, Ben called Avery at 7am sharp to have her arrange a ride to the off-lot location
for shooting that day. She didnt answer. He took a shower, shaved, called his mum, and tried
again. Still Avery didnt answer.
Hey, its me, Ben said, leaving a message for Averys voicemail. I dont know where you are,
but we have to be in San Bernadino by noon. Call me as soon as you get this. Thanks.
While he waited for Avery to call back, Benedict ordered breakfast from room service and
watched the news. He checked his messages from last night, but there was no call from Avery.
She hadnt joined them for drinks.
Ben called Clarissa. Hey, you! she said. Did you get home all right?
Yeah, fine. He sat on the edge of his bed and picked at his eggs. I didnt drink that much, you
know. You were more sloshed than I was.
Only cause Simon kept getting into a chugging contest with me. That guy can down a beer!
Ben laughed. Are we okay? he asked.
Yeah. Clarissa paused. Id be lying if I said I hadnt hoped the night turned out a little
differently. But Im glad you stayed.
Benedict smiled. Me too. He dug his heel in the carpet. Um . . . is Avery on set right now?
Im not at the studio, Clarissa said. Why, is everything okay?
Yeah, nojust wondering. Ben pursed his lips. He didnt know how to end the conversation.
She had been a good companion that night, had listened to his sob story about being in love and
not being able to act on it. Simon and Chris gave their advice, of course, but Clarissa offered him a
perspective he hadnt consideredperhaps his mystery woman (Avery) was just as confused as
he was.
Thank you for being so wonderful, Benedict said.

Of course. Youre a real catch, Benny. Clarissa paused again. Its a shame. I think we could
have good together.
Ben lowered his eyes. He nodded as if she could see him. I know. You deserve better.
Oh, shut up. Clarissa said. She chuckled to put him at ease, to let him know there were no hard
feelings. Call you later?
Sure.
Good luck, Benny.
Ben smiled. Thank you.
After they hung up, Benedict sat motionless on the bed, staring out the window as if the answers
to his questions were in the smoggy L.A. sky. He had blown it with. Clarissa, though part of him
knew he could never fully give himself to her. In another time and another place, he would have
been everything she needed. But as long as Avery plagued his mind, it wasnt fair to keep Clarissa
waiting in the rafters. She had assured him last night that she understood.
Ben called Avery again and left another voicemail. It was close to ten and he was getting worried.
It wasnt like Avery to miss his calls or even sleep in. Hey, its me again. Im about to call a car
for the ride to San Bernadino. I really need you to call me back. Im worried. Ben paused. What
if she was hurt? What if her friend from last night turned out to be a serial killer and had her
stuffed in the boot of his car with her throat sliced open? Please call me, Ben concluded. He
hung up.
After twenty minutes of pacing the room uneasily, he decided to go to her room. She was
probably sleeping in, or in the shower, or perhaps she had lost her phone the night before and was
scrambling all over town to get a new one?
Ben took the lift to the twelfth floor and followed the corridor to room 1215 with a thudding heart.
He knocked twice. If she didnt answer, that meant something was gravely wrong. She was hurt
or sick or trapped somewhere and he would have to call the police, or send out some kind of
search party, or collapse on the ground in despair. He should have invited her to the pier instead of
Clarissa. If Avery was hurt in any way, it would be all his fault.
Benedict knocked again and a blond man opened the door in nothing but a towel. Ben cocked his
head to the side. Oh, um . . . Im sorry, I think I have the wrong room. He began to turn away,
then looked at the stranger again, a pinprick of curiosity digging in his brain. Is this Averys
room?
The handsome, half-naked man nodded. Yeah, shes in the shower. Whore you?
Bens face went slack. Every muscle in his body turned to liquid. He looked at the mans
washboard abs, his tanned skin and golden hair and perfect teeth and wanted to set this American
stranger on fire.
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16 hours earlier
Avery ordered a cosmo at the poolside bar and waited for something spectacular to happen. This
was L.A., for Gods sakethe place where a hooker could become a princess and celebrities
were discovered at soda fountains daily. Avery had no interest in becoming a princess, nor did she

expect to be discovered by a talent agent, but she hoped that by waiting long enough by herself,
an opportunity would present itself.
That opportunity came in the form of a man named Derrick Larsen.
He sat down a few stools from Avery just as she was finishing her cosmo. She didnt notice him at
firstthere were many good-looking men by the pool this warm eveningbut as he started
chatting with the flamboyant bartender, he caught Averys eye.
Hows life, Kyle? the blond American asked.
Kyle the bartender smiled as he poured the patron a double whiskey. Better now that youre here.
When are you gonna ditch that job and run away with me, Derrick?
Derrick laughed. Sorry, man. If I had to choose a guy, itd be you in a heartbeat. Sadly, Im still
straight.
Kyle pouted. Just my luck. He threw a wink at his friend and turned to help another customer at
the other end of the bar.
Avery glanced at the blond man. He caught her looking and raised his glass in cheers. Evening,
maam.
Avery nodded and raised her empty glass. Good sir.
Ah, youre British. Here for work or pleasure?
Avery dipped her finger in her glass and licked away a drop of comso. Work. Yourself?
Same. Kinda. I mean, I live here, but Im at the hotel for a conference.
Avery did her best to look casual by pushing her glass towards the bartender and asking for
another. What do you do? she asked Derrick.
Im a doctor over at Cedars-Sinai. He looked Avery over. Are you a model, or . . .?
Avery gave him an oh, please look.
No, honestly! Derrick laughed. Im not trying to be a creep. You just . . . I dunno, you have
that look. Foreigners who come here for work are either trying to be models or actors. Or,
unfortunately, housekeepers if theyre from south of the border.
Avery snorted a laugh.
Derrick took this as a cue to slowly move a few seats closer to Avery. He stuck out his hand. Im
Derrick.
She shook it gently. Avery Lorris.
London? Derrick said.
Portsmouth. But I went to Oxford, so Ill grant you that.
Derrick laughed again. Avery couldnt believe how casual she was being. She had forgotten what
it was like to flirt and have a normal conversation with a normal personnot an actor or a director
or some celebrity royalty. It was easier to be herself around someone she didnt feel like she had to
impress.

So what do you do, Avery?

Kyle the bartender gave her another cosmo and she thanked him. She took a sip and answered,
Im a personal assistant. My client is here shooting a movie.
Impressive. How long are you in town?
Avery shrugged. A few more weeks.
Derrick nodded. He motioned to the world outside the bar. Why arent you out seeing the sights?
Hobnobbing with other famous people?
Drowning my sorrows, unfortunately. Avery took another hearty sip of her drink. She tried not
to think about Ben and Clarissa on their date, laughing and sharing food and cuddling on the pier
like a couple on their honeymoon. It made her stomach churn.
Care to talk about it? Derrick said.
Avery shook her head. Not particularly.
The American smiled understandably. Trouble with a guy?
Avery laughed. Youre smart, Derrick.
Well, whatever the case, Im sure hes a loser.
Avery put her hand on her head and rested her elbow on the bar. Hes not, though. I am.
Impossible, Derrick said. When Avery didnt elaborate, he changed the subject, When I was an
intern, I had a seventy-year-old woman confess her love to me. She had just come out of surgery
and she thought I was her late husband.
What did you do? Avery asked.
Derrick shrugged. I went along with it. I figured Id let her be happy for those few hours while
she was recuperating. I held her hand, listened to her stories. Thankfully, she never tried to cop a
feel.
Avery giggled.
And when it was time to discharge her, she told me she knew I wasnt her late husband. She was
playing me like a fiddle. She said, I just liked seeing you smile at me.
Avery grinned. Thats very sweet.
Derrick shrugged. She was a sweet woman. He looked at Avery. The point is, no matter how
heartbroken you are, theres always an old man or woman just waiting to flirt with you.
Are you saying I should start cruising nursing homes for a date?
I think you could do a little better.
Avery laughed again. She looked into her cosmo shyly.
Derrick cleared his throat and said, Listen, um . . . youre new in town, so I dont want it to look
like Im creeping on you. But Ive also enjoyed our conversation, so heres what Im gonna do:

Im gonna sit at that table over there and order some dinner. If youd like to join me, great. If not, I
completely understand.
Avery looked at the handsome doctor. He was clearly asking her on a date, not ten minutes after
learning her name, but his confidence and consideration was charming. Even if he was just trying
to get into her pants, Avery had to admit that it was the smoothest way a man had ever tried. It
helped that he was handsome and smart and funny and a caring doctor. And with all the scantlyclad women lounging around the pool, it said a lot that Derrick was so keen on Avery.
Derrick paid for her drink, gave Avery a quick nod, and sat at a table a few yards away.
Avery consulted her glass of alcohol. This was certainly an opportunity she had hoped fornot to
make Ben jealous or show him upbut to be her own person and meet her own interesting
people. And she knew, without a doubt, that Derrick at least fancied her a little, while Benedict
still played hot and cold with his true feelings. If anything, Derrick was a nice distraction from
having to think about Ben and Clarissa. There was no complication with himno class barriers or
career decisions to think about. She could sit and flirt with him all night without having to agonize
over the meaning. It was easy. It was exactly what she needed.
Avery downed the rest of her drink, pulled her purse up over her shoulder, and stood over
Derricks table. Do you eat trifle? she asked.
Derrick scrunched his brows at the question. Whats that?
Avery smiled and sat down with him.

Confession
Chapter Summary

"I don't want you dating him."

Bits of the night came together while Avery was in the shower that morning. She allowed herself
five minutes to get clean, to sort things out, and to come up with a gentle let-down for Derrick. In
those five minutes, she remembered the following things:
1. There were tappas and margaritas and Derrick was very good at making her laugh
2. After a few more drinks, they hit the streets together, walking along Hollywood Boulevard like
tourists
3. There were more drinks at a different bar. Derrick told her she was beautiful and kissed her
neck
4. They stood outside the hotel, doing that awkward dance of should we or shouldnt we? until
Avery invited him up to her room
5. There was kissing and clothes coming off and hair being pulled and when Avery was on her
back in bed with Derrick on top of her, he asked if she was sure and Avery had responded
breathlessly, Yes.
It was good. Not the best shag of her life, but still fun and sweet and sensual. And it was exactly
what she neededno strings, no commitment, no over-analyzing or worry about her job. It was
simply a good night with a sexy man.
Still.
Avery couldnt help but feel guilty.
But why? she thought to herself as she shampooed her hair. Its not like Derrick was looking for a
long-term thinghe had told her as much over margaritasso kicking him out wouldnt be a
problem. Still, she was not the type of have one-night stands in first place, so the dance of it all
was lost on her. Should she give him her number? Should she send him flowers to thank him for a
lovely night? Or was a simple handshake and peck on the cheek good enough?
A light rap on the bathroom door made Avery jump. Okay in there? Derrick asked.
Yeah, fine. Be out in a sec.
Right. Avery had forgotten she was late. She had left her phone in the bar by the pool, so there
was no telling what Ben was thinking right now. Oh fuck, Avery thought, turning the water off.
He had called her last night during her date. During his date with Clarissa, actually. Why? Has he
grown bored of her? Did their night end badly? Or was he calling to subtly gloat about shagging
her?
No. He was too classy for that.

Avery dried off quickly and threw on a pair of jeans at a shirt. She towel-dried her hair and threw
it up in a ponytail still wet. Derrick was waiting patiently on the bed when she came out of the
bathroom. He was putting on his socks while watching the news.
Im sorry, Im in a rush, Avery said. She whirled through the room, grabbing her purse and
satchel and sunglasses and where were her bloody sandals?
Its fine. Derrick stood and stretched. Need help?
No, I just Avery checked under the bed and found her other sandal. She sprang up and
slipped it on, hopping on one foot. Im disgustingly late.
By the way, some guy was at the door for you when you were in the shower.
Avery stopped and looked at Derrick. Who? What did he look like?
Derrick shrugged. Really tall. Dark hair. British. I think Ive seen him before
Avery closed her eyes and let a wave of despair crash over her. Ben had come by, had probably
been greeted by a shirtless Derrick and then dashed off in embarrassment. Avery clutched her
heart. She wasnt guilty about dumping Derrick anymore. She was guilty that Benedict had found
out.
Avery opened her eyes and shook her head. Im really sorry, I have to go. She threw her purse
and satchel over her shoulder and ushered Derrick to the door. I really like you. I do. I just
Derrick turned and smiled to Avery as she opened the door. Its okay, you dont have to
explain. He leaned in and kissed her cheek. I had fun. Call me if youre ever in L.A. again.
Yeah. Avery pushed her and Derrick out the door. She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and
walked down the opposite end of the hallway. There was no time to look back, no time to give
him a friendly wave or a hopeful nod. She could only pray he was already making his way to the
elevator, their paths diverging like driftwood in a strong current. He deserved someone better,
anywaysomeone more geographically desirable with half the baggage Avery was carrying.
Please, please, please, Avery whispered. She was heading straight for Benedicts room, praying
he hadnt already left for San Bernadino. She would worry about her cell phone later when she
knew for sure he wasnt cross at her for being late.
Avery came to his door and knocked quickly. When he didnt answer, she pulled out the spare
keycard he had given to her and burst inside.
The room was still. No T.V. blaring, no coffee maker bubbling. Avery looked to the window and
Ben was out on the balcony smoking a cigarette. He paced slowly, head bent down, one hand
behind his back. His brows were crinkled in thought. Avery had half-expected to see him writing
out her notice of leave for being so late. She set her things down and went to the window. She
didnt have to walk far before he noticed her and stopped pacing.
Ben snubbed his cigarette out and blew out the last puff of smoke. He opened the balcony door
and quietly closed it behind him. He didnt look Avery in the eye as he said, Youre late.
Avery nodded. I know. Im so sorry, I left my phone
Benedict turned away from her with an irritated sigh. He rubbed the back of his head as he walked
aimlessly around the room. Avery had never seen him so irate.

Ill call a car

Ben whipped around suddenly and said, When I call, I expect you to answer. I was worried
sick!
Avery blinked. Im all right, Ben
You werent here. Well be late now because you werent here!
Im sorry! Avery said. She hadnt meant to yell, but this was the first time he had ever
reprimanded her as her boss. She didnt like it. Your scene doesnt even start for a few hours.
Youll still have time to
Thats not the point, Avery! You didnt answer your phone. Youre my assistant, you need to be
available at all times!
I understand that, Avery said. Her cheeks were getting flush now. I messed up.
Yes, you did.
Averys lips parted as she looked at Benedict. She understood why he was upset, and he was right
it was stupid of her to leave her cell phone at the bar. But his tone just then was bitter and
hostile, slicing through her like poisoned barbs. It made Averys quills flare in defense.
I wasnt doing it on purpose, Ben. Im a good PA, you know that. Its not like I was out doing
drugs or . . . or
Shagging some stranger?
Averys mouth flew open. Ben had crossed the line. He must have known that, too, because his
face softened and he opened his mouth to recant. Avery didnt give him the chance. Thats what
this is about. Ive lost my phone before and you didnt give a shit. This is about Derrick, isnt it?
Ben swallowed and clenched his fists. I just dont think its right for you to spend your time like
that when were here on business.
Averys blood boiled. She could hardly believe these words were coming out of his mouth. It was
so unlike him to be uncouth. Avery would have sooner believed that Benedict had been replaced
by an alien than willingly spout off these words.
Listen to me, she said, getting closer to her boss. It is not your business who I decide to fuck! I
have my work life and my private life. Thats my private life, Ben!
When your private life interrupts your work life, thats when I take issue! Ben yelled.
What, like when Charlie got fresh with me, and you were all-too-happy to step in and save me?
That was different!
Why, because I didnt fuck him?
Ben turned his head away. He had his hands on his hips, breathing intently out his nose. He shook
his head slightly and said, I dont want you to do that ever again. Not when were working.
Avery laughed at the sheer absurdity of his request. What, so youre allowed to date on your free
time, but I cant? I never asked you if your dates with Clarissa affected your work! Its not my
business who you decide to shag, and it shouldnt be your business about me, either!

business who you decide to shag, and it shouldnt be your business about me, either!
I never had sex with Clarissa!
Avery closed her gaping mouth. You didnt? For some reason, it gave her relief.
Ben shook his head. No.
Well . . . Avery looked at the floor, then back at her boss. Well, its none of my business,
anyway! I dont ask you about your sex life! I dont care!
Well, I do! Ben shouted.
Why? Avery yelled. Why is it any of your bloody business?
Because I dont want you dating him!
Why? Avery demanded.
Because Im in love with you!
The air went still. Avery stepped back as if she had been pushed. She searched Bens eyes. They
roamed across her face, brimming with hopeful tears.
What did you say? Avery whispered.
I love you, Ben said. Im mad for you. I-I didnt want to tell you because . . . Ben sighed and
shook his head. I dont know, I didnt want it to affect our friendship or your job. I didnt want to
lose you
But . . . Avery closed her eyes and held up a finger to pause time. She was still trying to catch
up to what he had said. One minute they were yelling, and the next minute, he was claiming to be
in love with her. It didnt make sense. But at New Years . . . you said you were embarrassed
after I kissed you. You said you wanted to forget it.
Ben looked at her, confused. I thought I kissed you. Thats why I said those things. I thought you
were going to quit because . . . Bens face softened. You kissed me?
Avery nodded slowly, her mouth still open.
So . . . does that mean . . .?
Avery nodded again. She felt tears springing in her eyes, same as Ben. What about Clarissa?
she whispered.
I only dated her to get my mind off of you. Ben smiled slightly. It didnt work.
Avery breathed out a laugh. She pressed her trembling lips together, then said, Im sorry about all
of this. If I had known there was even a chance you felt . . . Avery lowered her head. Im
sorry.
Ben carefully reached his hands out and placed them on Averys cheeks. He willed her to look at
him and brushed his thumb under her eye where a rouge tear fell. Im waiting for you to say it,
Ms. Lorris.
Avery laughed. She was dizzy from the rollercoaster of emotionsrage, confusion, guilt,
happiness. She had always dreamed he would hold her like this and say those words. Now that it
was happening, Avery could hardly believe it. She blinked a few times to make sure this wasnt

all some wonderful dream. Ben smiled at her, waiting for her response.
Avery took Bens left hand from her cheek and kissed the palm. She held it gently and said,
Would you like to go on a date with me, Benedict?
Fish tacos at the pier?
Avery grinned, put her hand to the back of his neck, and pulled him down for a kiss. Ben snaked
his right hand around her waist to hold her close. He parted from her lips slightly and said, Im
sorry for being such a prick.
Oh, shut up, Avery whispered.
She tugged him closer by the neck and kissed him again. Their mouths opened to allow their
tongues to touch. Benedict moaned as he tilted his head to take more of her in. Avery pushed her
chest up against him, holding onto his head as his tongue massaged hers. They were close enough
to the bed where all Ben hand to do was back up a little before he was on his back, urging Avery
on top of him. Their lips were reunited again. Ben ran his hands up Averys spine as she straddled
him. They both giggled as they kissed, realizing the absurd abruptness to which they had arrived.
Is this really happening? Avery asked, breathless as Ben kissed her neck.
I think so, Benedict growled against her skin.
Avery grinded her hips against his and felt his hard shaft taking shape through the denim of his
jeans. I did that, Avery thought. Thats for me. She sat up and took her shirt off, revealing her
light pink bra. She was suddenly relieved that she had color matched her panties. Ben sat up with
her, both still connected at the hip, and kissed the tops of her breasts. Avery threw her head back
and moaned, grinding her hips closer to him again.
Ben, Avery sighed, running her fingers through his hair.
He put his hands on her back and raised his head from her chest. Tell me what you like. What
can I do?
Avery chuckled. His request was desperate, as though he were as eager to please her as most
people are eager to breathe after being underwater for so long. The fear of waking up from this
perfect dream was still so present that Avery asked, Tell me again that this is really happening.
Its real, Ben said. He kissed her neck, whispering over and over again, Its real, its real
Avery reached between their hips and unbuttoned Bens jeans. She slipped her hand under the
fabric and grasped the erection hiding in his briefs. Benedict moaned against Averys neck and
pressed on her back. She slid her palm up and down, his cock hardening even more.
Ugh, God, Ben mumbled.
He turned his lips to Averys and kissed her deeply. The more their tongues fought, the faster
Avery stroked him. Warm desire spread between her legs like honey. She needed to see him, to
have him inside her. The ache was too much to bear.
Then, as if reading her mind, Ben took Averys hand from out of his pants and flipped her over on
her back in a fluid movement. He kissed down her flat belly as he worked the buttons of her jeans.
Just as Ben lowered the zipper, his cell phone rang. Both of them looked up, annoyed.
Ignore it, Avery panted.

Ben looked at the dresser where his mobile was. It was probably the director wondering why he
wasnt in San Bernadino yet. If he missed shooting, he would surely get reprimanded, maybe even
labeled a diva by the rest of the cast.
Fuck. Ben stood and went to the dresser. Avery fell back against the bed in despair. The
number on the phone was a London area code. Hello?
Avery sat up and scooted to the edge of the bed. She reached for her shirt and pulled it back on.
They would have to leave for the shoot anyway, with no time to truly be together in a way that
was special or sensual.
Are you sure? Ben asked the mystery caller. When?
Avery zipped her jeans and stood. Benedicts face was serious and distraught. They couldnt have
fired him over being late, could they? It wasnt possible.
No, okay. Ben glanced at Avery briefly, raw terror filling his eyes. Im on my way. Stay where
you are. Im coming. Benedict hung the phone up and stared at it a moment, his hand trembling.
What is it? Avery asked. Was it the studio?
That was my mum. Ben looked at Avery, tears clouding his ice-blue eyes. My dads been in an
accident. Hes in hospital in London.

Pray
Chapter Summary

Ben and Avery arrive back in London at the news of Ben's father being in a coma.

Chapter Notes

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They took the next flight out directly to London. In their hurry to the airport, Avery called all the
necessary people to let them know of their departure, and they were met with no resistance.
Benedict called Wanda on the airplane phone once an hour for an update on his fathers condition.
Timothy and Wanda had been in London for a friends birthday. Wanda wanted to stay at their
friends for a nightcap, but her husband decided to catch a cab back to their hotel. They were
driving down the A402 when a car cut across them at an intersection and t-boned the cab. The
driver only suffered a few scratches and bruises, but Timothy had hit his head on the window and
suffered a concussion, then promptly slipped into a coma when he arrived at the University
College Hospital.
Every hour, Ben hoped for good news. Every hour, it was the same.
Avery sat next to Ben on the flight. When she wasnt making calls to his publicist or agent, she
held his hand and offered words of support. Hell be all right, she said. Ill bet hes awake as
soon as we get there.
But the plane landed in Heathrow and still Wanda could not report good news. They hailed a taxi
straight to the hospital and Avery called a service to have his luggage delivered right to his home.
She had thought about getting a separate cab to take her home and give Ben some private time
with his family, but the way he squeezed her hand suggested he needed all the support she could
give.
At the hospital, Ben was directed to his fathers room immediately. Wanda was outside the room,
as well as her daughter Tracy. As soon as she saw her son, Wanda enveloped him in a tight hug.
Oh, my darling, she cried. Oh my dear.
Benedict parted and looked at his mother. Youre okay?
Its been . . . Wandas face scrunched as she resisted the urge to cry. She looked tired and worndown, mascara smudged under her eyes and hair a mess. She pulled her son into another embrace.
Oh, my darling.

Its okay, Mum, Ben murmured. Its all right. He spotted his half-sister waiting behind their
mother and released Wanda to give her a hug. God, Trace. Thank you for being here.
Of course, Tracy said into his shoulder. They parted. I didnt think wed still be here. I thought
hed . . . I thought he would have She put a hand to her mouth and choked back a sob.
Benedict hugged her again and kissed her head.
Avery stood a good distance away, giving the family room to be together. She leaned against the
wall and kept a weather eye on Ben. Anything he needed, she would get for him in a flash.
Can I see him? Ben asked his mother.
Wanda nodded, her beautiful blue eyes fraught with worry. Benedict slowly opened the door to
his fathers room. He only got halfway in when he stopped and stared. There were tubes and
wires sticking out of him like a robot. He had an oxygen tube down his throat and machines at his
side that monitored his heart, blood pressure, brain activity, and probably everything else in
between. Timothy had a large white bandage wrapped around his head. He looked at least ten
years older and a hundred times frailer.
Ben slowly approached his father. The door sighed shut behind him. He sat on a chair by the bed,
his mothers indent still visible from hours of keeping post. Benedict looked at all the machines
and they flashed and beeped and lit up. He reached out and took his fathers hand.
Dad? Ben whispered. Can you hear me?
Timothy was still. His chest moved up and down and his pulse was steady, but any other sign of
life was gone. He looked the way he did when he would fall asleep by the telly after Christmas
dinner.
Dad, Im here. Im right here. Ben leaned down and gently kissed his fathers hand. He felt a
great upheaval in his chest, as though his heart had turned into a patch of thorns that was growing
up his throat. He blinked quickly but the tears came anyway. Im so sorry I wasnt here sooner,
he croaked. Ben sniffled and wiped his eyes. Im so sorry Im late.
He watched his fathers face intently for any sign of recognition or light or flicker of
consciousness. Were it not for the machines around him, Timothy would be . . . well, Ben didnt
want to think of the alternative. He was still here. His chest was still moving, so oxygen was
getting to his brain. Thats all that mattered. There was still time for everything else.
000000
Avery paced in the waiting room, murmuring on her phone. She looked around uneasily at the
others in the room, somber men and women waiting for good news for their own families.
Benedict was still with his father, and Wanda had gone down to the cafeteria with Tracy for
coffee.
You sure I cant do anything, priya? Nani asked over the phone.
No, Im okay, Avery whispered. I cant really talk, I just wanted you and Raj to know Im
back in London safely. I may not be home for a few days yet.
Thats fine. Call me later when things calm down, yeah?
Okay. Love you.

Avery hung up her phone and pocketed it. She sat on a squeaky fake leather chair by the door and
checked her inbox on her phone. Avery hadnt told Nanita about Bens fatherthis information
was on a need-to-know basis. His agent had already been notified, who talked to Bens publicist,
who made a statement to the press calling it a family emergency. The paparazzi had buzzed
around them when they landed at Heathrow, so inquiring wannabe reporters were thirsty for more.
Avery made a few more miscellaneous calls, then left the waiting room to stand nervously outside
of Timothys room. She didnt know what else to do. She felt completely helpless, despite her best
efforts to make things easier for Bens affairs outside of the hospital. Avery peeked inside the
window of Timothys room and was surprised to see Wanda sitting next to her husband instead of
Benedict. Her coffee sat on the end table untouched. She held her husbands hand and murmured
to him soothingly.
Avery almost knocked to let herself in, then stopped. She already felt like a burden, an extra body
in the way when all they needed was family to get through this. Avery felt as though her mere
presence was zapping the healing vibes from Timothy. She liked and admired the man, but she
didnt possess that special kind of familial love that he needed most to survive. Avery turned and
headed back down the hall towards the waiting room. She was met around the corner by Tracy.
Heya, Tracy said, stopping Avery. Youre Bens PA, right?
Yes, um . . . Avery. She put her hand out.
Tracy reached out and enveloped Avery in a tight hug. Im so happy youre here.
You are? Avery asked.
Of course. Tracy held Avery at arms length. Your support means the world to us.
Oh. Well . . . Avery looked at the floor. Erm, have you seen BenBenedict?
I just passed him on his way to the chapel.
Avery smiled and nodded at Tracy. Thank you. She squeezed Tracys hand encouragingly then
continued down the hall. Avery followed the signs for the hospital chapel. She stopped at the
doors and looked through the stained-glass windows. It was blurry inside, but she could make out
a mans figure in one of the pews.
Avery opened the door and slipped in carefully. The chapel was dimly-lit with a few rows of
pews, an altar at the front, and pictures of various religious symbols on the walls. A man wearing
a black kippa was in the front row, mumbling a prayer and rocking as he held white and blue
scarf. Avery looked to her left and saw Ben sitting at the last pew in the back. She wrung her
hands together and reached out to gently touch his shoulder. Benedict looked up before she had
the chance.
Sorry, Avery whispered. Im sorry.
Ben smiled wearily at her and scooted over in the pew. He signaled for her to sit next to him.
Avery obliged, tucking her purse by her side. They didnt speak. Ben continued looking forward,
hands clasped in his lap. Avery glanced at him and noticed his eyes were red and puffy.
How is everyone? Ben asked.
The same, Avery said. She swallowed and aimed her gazed at the altar. She wished she could
give him better news. She wished she could wave a magic wand and make all this shit disappear.
The best she could do, though, was say, I called a cleaner and had them tidy up your mum and

dads house. I also had a caterer bring some food over so they have something to eat when they
get back home.
Ben nodded. Thank you.
Avery pursed her lips. Its my job.
No. Ben looked at Avery. I mean thank you . . . for everything. He shook his head. I dont
think I could have handled this without you.
Avery grinned. You look okay to me.
Benedict returned the smile. He unfurled his hand and placed it palm-up on the bench. Avery took
it gently. He laced his fingers through hers and scooted closer to Avery. They sat silently again,
staring ahead as though they were listening to a preacher give them comforting words. Perhaps, in
Bens mind, there was one.
Do you ever pray? Benedict asked.
Avery looked at him. She could have told him the truth that, no, she wasnt a godly person. But he
didnt need the truth right now. He needed to be comforted. When I was twelve, I went to church
with my neighbors parents. I had spent the night with my girlfriend, Cherry, and they always
went to Sunday mass. My dad had to work early that morning, so I had no choice but to join them.
Cherry was Catholic, so they had all these rules and hand signals and stuff I didnt understand
Ben snorted a laugh.
During the service, the priest brought out the wine and communion wafers. Naturally, I thought it
was snack time, so I jumped in line with the rest and got myself a cracker and some Bordeaux.
Tasted like shit.
Benedict laughed. The Jewish man at the front turned and glared at them. Avery lowered her
voice and continued, Anyway, Cherrys mum was furious with me. I was an unwashed heathen
who treated communion like a buffet. Never went back after that little faux pas. Avery looked at
Ben and placed her other hand over his. Ill pray with you now, if you like.
He glanced at her slowly and smiled as best he could. I would like that.
Avery smiled back. She leaned her head on his shoulder and closed his eyes. Ben tilted his head
down and muttered pleas to whatever deity would listen. When he thought of his father,
motionless in his hospital bed with machines surrounding him, a rubber band shrunk around his
heart and choked him mercilessly. He gripped Averys hand tighter and leaned his head against
hers, tears spilling down his face.
I cant, Benedict whispered. I cant do this . . .
Avery released his hand and wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him against her chest in a
comforting embrace. Its all right, she said. Its okay
Ben emitted a sob and clasped his hands around Averys back, holding on to her desperately.
What can I do? Avery asked, stroking his hair. Tell me what to do. Her voice cracked as she
fought back tears.
Stay with me, Ben replied. Just stay a little longer.

Avery kissed the top of Benedicts head. Ill stay as long as you need me.
And in that moment, she knew she meant it in every way. Not just as his PA, or his friend, or
some kind of romantic interest. She was here for it allthe ugly crying and tense family moments,
the 6am morning breath and blueberry trifle for lunch. She was here for twelve-hour flights and
Parisian photoshoots, senseless disagreements and heavenly sex. In this moment, Avery had no
idea why she had been so reluctant this past year-and-a-half. She could have kicked herself for all
the time they wasted, but felt hopeful for all the time they would have in the future.
Avery turned her mouth to Bens ear and whispered, I love you.
In response, he held her tighter.
0000000
Over the next few hours, there was still no improvement with Timothys condition, but calls of
support were coming from everywhere. Martin and Amanda offered to ditch their holiday in
Scotland early, but Ben insisted that they stay and enjoy themselves. JJ Abram and a few of the
cast back in L.A. sent their regards. Mark Gatiss offered Wanda a place to stay during the ordeal,
and Andrew Scott gave them the number of a specialist in Switzerland. All of them sent flowers.
When visiting hours were over, only Wanda was allowed to stay with her husband. She was set
up with a little cot by his hospital bed and was quite content to be there and keep a weather eye on
his condition. Avery booked rooms for Benedict and Tracy at the hotel across the street.
Before they left the hospital, Ben whispered to Avery, Will you stay with me tonight?
Avery said she would. It was hardly an invitation for sex, not after the day they had, but Avery
saw it as another thing she could do to help Ben feel better. Not to mention, she would have rather
been with him than any other place in the world.
I dont think Ill be able to sleep tonight, Benedict said as they walked into their hotel room.
Avery flipped the light on and said, Can I make you some tea?
I can do it.
Its no trouble
No, please. Ben held a hand up. If I dont keep myself busy, I might go mad with worry.
Avery relented and sat at the breakfast nook by the window, watching him fill the kettle with
water and search the bare cupboards for a box of tea. He put the water on the stove and got two
ceramic mugs from under the sink. Avery rested her elbow on the table and put her chin in her
hand. Benedict moved slowly, his back hunched and tense, t-shirt wrinkled and wilting around the
collar. It was almost ten oclock, but it might as well have been three in the morning.
Avery stood from the table and went to the bathroom. She checked the cupboards and found bath
salts, the fancy kind that smelled like lavender and some other exotic plants. Avery ran the water
in the tub and put the stopper in when it was an acceptable temperature. Ben appeared in the
doorway after hearing the water and said, Whatre you doing?
Avery stood from the edge of the claw foot tub and took Benedicts hand, leading him inside the
bathroom. He stood quietly, letting her unbutton his shirt and peel it away from his torso. The
mirror fogged as the bathtub filled up, the salts wafting a gentle scent of spring into the room.

Avery, you dont have too

Shh, Avery whispered. Just relax. Ill get the tea. You get in the tub. She kissed Bens cheek
and left him in the bathroom to finishing undressing. When she returned with a tray of tea and
biscuits that came complementary with the room, Benedict was already soaking in the tub. His
arms were stretched out on the edges of the basin, head tilted back against the wall, eyes staring
ahead wearily.
Avery threw him a comforting smile and set the tea tray on the closed lid of the toilet. She sat
down on the tiled floor next to the tub and poured him a cuppa. Im afraid theres no milk, she
said.
Thats fine. He sat up straight and took the cup from Averys hand. He blew on the drink and
took a sip.
Avery crossed her legs and drank her tea slowly, watching the steam rise from tub. She had
caught a glimpse of his naked body when she first arrived with the tea and would have been lying
to herself if it didnt excite her. It was the most naked she had ever seen him, but also the most
vulnerable.
Ben set his teacup in the soap tray cut into the wall. He put his hands under water, then rubbed his
face, washing away the awfulness of this day. Benedict laid his arms along the rim of the tub
again and looked at Avery. Why are you so good to me?
Avery swallowed her gulp of tea, shrugged, and set the cup on the floor. Because youre in pain
and I want to help you. And because you would do the same for me.
Ben reached out and put a wet hand on Averys cheek. She leaned into his touch and smiled. I
knew I did the right thing by hiring you, Benedict said.
Avery laughed. She took his hand and kissed the palm. Hey, I was thinkingwhen your dad
wakes up, we should throw him a party.
A party?
Yeah. Just a little get-together with the people he loves. Averys smile faded and she looked
down. Something to look forward to . . .
Ben nodded. They fell silent. Avery took another drink of her tea, set it aside, and stared at her
hands in her lap. My mum died when I was ten. I think I told you that once.
You did, Ben replied.
Avery glanced at him, hoping to gauge if her story would be too painful for him to hear right now.
But he was looking at her patiently, waiting for her to go on. My dad picked me up from school,
Avery continued, which was strange, because Mum always picked me up and walked me home.
Every day. Dad and I drove straight to the hospital and he told me along the way that there was a
bus crash downtown. Mum had . . . Avery stopped and placed a hand over her chest, recollecting
the horrible day that was as clear to her as thirty seconds ago. The bus had flipped over and Mum
got, erm . . . I guess impaled by some glass in her chest. She was still breathing when we got to
the hospital, but we couldnt see her because they were trying to stabilize her. My dad was
screaming at the nurses and I was so frightened, I huddled in the corner of the waiting room and
shut my eyes and covered my ears and . . .
Avery squeezed her eyes shut as tears fell down her face. Every time she thought about it, her
chest ached and her skin prickled. Avery looked at Ben. He was staring at her, mouth slightly

open, his eyes moist.

Im so sorry, I shouldnt have told you this
What happened next? Ben asked.
Avery sniffled. She shrugged. A few minutes later, that was it. The doctor came in and told us
she was gone. The look on my dads face was . . . Avery shook her head. Ive never seen
anything like it.
There was silence in the bathroom for a bit after her story. Avery felt terrible for even bringing it
up. She thought maybe it would be comforting for Ben to know he wasnt alone in what he was
going through, but now she realized she had probably made things worse.
How did you go on? Benedict asked. How did you keep living?
Avery wiped her tears away and shook her head again. I dont know. You dont, at first. But
then days turn into weeks and weeks turn into months . . . You start eating your favorite foods
again and watching your favorite shows and everything sort of falls back into place. Its like
starting a new book in the middle of a chapter. Eventually, you figure things out.
Ben nodded slowly. He reached out and put his hand delicately on Averys neck, brushing her
jawline with the pad of his thumb. Im glad you told me all of that.
Avery sniffled again and said with the utmost sincerity, Your father is going to be fine. Hes
going to wake up soon and youll finish the book exactly where you started.
Ben tilted his head and asked softly, How do you know?
Avery smiled. Because I prayed for it.

The Day After

Chapter Summary

A new day brings good news for Benedict and Avery.

Amazingly, they slept.

After his bath, Benedict and Avery lay down on the queen-sized bed, wrapped in each others
arms, chatting through the hours of the night. They talked about nothing of terrible importance
where they wanted to be in ten years, what they thought their lives would be like when they were
young, their favorite music and movies and booksand a little after midnight, Ben drifted off to
sleep as Avery stroked his hair, massaging his head with her nails. She was awake for a while yet,
listening to his breathing and worrying over Timothy.
At 7:34 exactly, Benedicts phone rang. Avery had rolled away from him during the night, almost
to the edge of the bed, so Ben was able to reach his phone on the end table easily. It was Wanda.
When he answered, she said simply, Hes awake.
Without coffee or a shave or even a change of clothes, Avery and Ben rushed across the street to
the hospital. They were escorted directly to Timothys room, where Wanda sat beside him with a
huge smile on her face.
Tim was sitting up in bed, wires still attached to him and the bandage still on his head, but his
breathing tube had been removed and a tray of hospital food was placed before him. He smiled
and waved at his son as though nothing were out of the ordinary.
Morning, son, Timothy said.
Ben breathed out a laugh and hugged his father, squeezing him gently and burying his head in the
mans shoulder. Benedict felt like a boulder had been lifted off his back. For the first time in many
hours, he felt like he could breathe normally. Im so happy youre all right, Ben mumbled into
his fathers neck.
Avery stood by the door, smiling. It was still early in the day, but the room already seemed
brighter. She could swear there were birds chirping outside the window, and any shadows or
darkness that lingered before were dashed away by the sheer relief and happiness that surrounded
Timothy.
When Ben parted from his father, there were tears running down his cheeks. He kissed his mum
and held her in an embrace. Do you know what this git said to me earlier? Wanda asked,
motioning to her husband. All night I stayed by his side, and he wakes up not an hour ago and
asks for beans and toast!
Oh, all this fuss over a little nap, Timothy said. His voice was still scratchy from the breathing
tube and his eyes were weary, but he grinned and took his wifes hand as though they were sitting
in their parlor at home entertaining guests. Im quite all right, love.
Wanda kissed her husbands hand once, twice, three times to let him know that she loved him and
hated him for his nonchalance. Timothy looked towards the door and squinted. Is that Avery

over there?
Avery took a shy step forward and waved. Hello, sir.
Wanda held her hand out to Avery. Come here, love. Avery brushed past Benedict to Wanda
and took her hand. I want to thank you so much for all youve done for us. Ben is so lucky to
have you in his life.
I am, Ben agreed, beaming at his assistant.
You kept them in line, yeah? Timothy asked. Didnt let them get too sentimental over an old
sod like me?
Avery laughed. I did my best, sir. Your family loves you very much. With some hesitation,
Avery leaned over and gave him a quick hug. She would have let go much sooner, but Timothy
held her in place.
Youre a good girl, Tim whispered.
Avery smiled and kissed his cheek. Thank you.
Wanda said to her son, Darling, why dont you give your father a chance to eat something? Id
love a coffee, as well.
Sure, Mum. He gave his mother another kiss, his father another hug, and ushered Avery outside
of the room to give Wanda and Tim some privacy.
Once they were in the hall, Avery wrapped her arms around Benedict in a hug. He squeezed her
tightly around the waist, lifting her off the floor for a second. She laughed as he set her down and
kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her nose, her chin, then finally her lips.
This is the best morning ever, Ben sighed.
Im just happy everything worked out, Avery said. Im so, so happy. She hugged Benedict
again.
Ben kissed the top of her head and said, Thank you so much for everything. He held her a few
moments longer, swaying gently, pressing his heart to her chest to let Avery know that he meant
it. He was grateful for everything that she waskind and selfless and stubborn and every bit as
flawed as him.
They parted and Avery asked, So . . . what now?
I havent thought that far ahead yet, Ben admitted. He was still beaming, his lips stretched in an
impossibly happy grin.
Probably a good kip is in order, yeah?
Ben reached out delicately and touched Averys hand. He had to be stealthy. Wanda may have
been in the room with her husband, but she had eyes on the back of her head, and more good
news in such a short amount of time would likely land her in a hospital bed next to Timothy.
Benedict asked in a low voice, Will you have dinner with me tonight?
Avery smiled. How could she say no to that deep, sultry voice, that boyish grin and those blushing
cheeks? Id love to. Oh, but I better go home and get ready.

Ben pointed a finger at her, mischief dancing along the galaxy of his many-colored eyes. You go
home and get dressed, wear something nice, and Ill pick you up at eight.
Define wear something nice, Avery said.
Ben smiled again, baring his teeth. Surprise me.
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And surprise him, she would.
Avery took a cab back to her flat and didnt even think to call Nani to warn her of her impending
arrival. She should have known, then, that she would be barging in on the most inopportune time
of the daywhen Nani had a client on her massage table in the living room.
Avery opened the apartmenr door to a large man lying face-down on Nanitas burgundy masseuse
table. He had a hairy back and balding crown from what Avery could glimpse. A beach towel
covered his bare arse, normal-sized for the average person, but hardly a hand towel for this client.
The flat was dark, save for candles and the sun filtering through the red curtains. Patchouli incense
wafted throughout the room and Nani was decked in a traditional orange and gold sari, a red bindi
smudged between her eyes.
Avery closed the door quietly, but it was too late. Nanita looked up from her work and gasped.
Oh, holy fuck!
The man on the table raised his head to his masseuse. Oi, whats the problem?
Sorry, Avery whispered.
Are you all right? Nani asked. Is everything okay? Are you?
Im fine, Avery said. Finish your work. She started for her bedroom, but Nani turned the
lights on and started blowing out the candles.
It hasnt been an hour yet! the fat mad cried. He was Scottish, and Avery saw from the corner of
her eyes that he was at least middle-aged.
Yes, yes. Good. Nani rolled out her thick Jaipur accent and shepherded the man off her table.
All chakras are aligned, sahib, you are very well healed. May Krishna bless you, blah blah
The man dropped the towel from his privates just as Nani chuckled his clothes at him. Im not
payin you fer the full hour, lass!
Nani pushed him towards the door, blabbering a string of Hindi. When he was out of the
apartment, Nani locked the door and rushed to Averys room. Her friend was deep in her closet,
combing the rack for a dress.
Why do you put on a show like that? Avery asked. Theyll still pay you without all the incense
and Hare Krishna stuff.
Whats going on? Nani cried, sitting on the bed.
Avery turned to her friend. She opened her mouth to speak, deliberating on what, exactly, to tell
her. Everythings fine, she assured. There was a bit of a medical emergency in Bens family,
but its all good now.

God, I thought someone was dying! Nani took off her giant gold-hooped earrings and threw
them on the dresser.
Someone almost was, Avery muttered, digging through her closet again.
So what are you doing here? Shouldnt you be at a hospital or on a plane somewhere, or a
bunker where they store you PAs until youre needed?
Avery bit her bottom lip as she smiled. She couldnt keep her friend in the dark for much longer,
and if anyone could hold a secret, it was Nani. Avery thought she might positively burst if she
didnt tell someone about her and Benedictshe already felt like she was living in a strange
dream where she was apt to wake up from any moment. Letting someone else in on the fun would
cement it as real.
Avery turned to her friend and said, I have a date tonight.
Nani cocked her head to the side. With who?
Avery smiled wider. She clasped her hands together at her front and tipped her head forward a bit.
Nanis confused expression melted into shock, then happiness, then utter excitement. Shut up!
she yelled. Nani stood and jumped up and down. Shut up, shut up, shut UP!
Avery laughed. I need help, Nan! Hes picking me up at eight and he told me to dress nicely.
But Nani was still too overcome with emotion to spring into action. She danced around the room,
kicking up her sari, her long braid whipping through the air.
Avery rolled her eyes and looked through her closet again. Nothing seemed worthy enough for a
date with Benedict Cumberbatch. She didnt even know what he had planned, but if it was
anything short of fish and chips along the Thames, Avery would still feel woefully underdressed.
It was strange not knowing where they would be laterfor over a year, Avery knew Bens
schedule better than he did, and going out with him without knowing their minute-by-minute plans
left her feeling naked and scatter-brained.
Avery sighed. Nani?
Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!
Nani.
Oh God, oh God, oh God
Nanita!
Nani stopped bouncing and looked at her friend. Her face lit up with an idea and she took Averys
hand, tugging her out of the room. I have a dress you can borrow. I was going to wear it for my
birthday, but this is much more important.
Avery tried to protestNani was at least a size smaller and a B-cup to rival Averys Dbut the
green dress she had her friend slip into was both form-flattering and left little in the way of
imagination cleavage-wise.
Nani, I can barely breathe in this, Avery said. She stood before the floor-length mirror in
Nanitas room and tugged at the fabric as it chocked her waist.
God willing, you wont be wearing it that long tonight. Nani winked. Practice sitting down.

Avery grunted and groaned, heaving her bosoms up as she plopped on the bed, only to fall off
completely when she attempted to let out a breath. This isnt working.
Trust in me, priya. Nanita helped her friend to her feet and unzipped the dress. Tell me exactly
how this all happened.
As Avery disrobed, she told her friend the events of California, skipping over a few parts that
werent necessary for the sake of getting to the juicy bits. She told Nani about how they almost
shagged in the hotel room in L.A. before Ben got the call about his father. Avery was coy about
the details of Benedicts bodyhow he breathed arduously when they kissed, how his large
hands moved delicately over her body, and how confidently he had proclaimed his love for her
when they were in the throes of a heated argument. Nani was so captivated by the story, she lay
on her bed and stared up at the ceiling dreamily.
Its like a fairytale, Nani sighed.
Avery grinned. She was on the floor in her underwear, primping her toenails and painting them a
fiery shade of red. Its a bit scary though, too. I mean, what if we go out on a proper date and we
dont get on?
Impossible, Nani assured. You already know everything about him.
Yeah, but thats the other thingwhat if things get weird on the job if we hit it off?
A knock sounded at the front door. Nani groaned. Bollocks, its my ten oclock. She
straightened her sari and reapplied the red dot on her forehead in the dresser mirror. Ive got a
few more clients today Nani suddenly pointed to her friend. Dont you dare go out to a salon!
Im calling dibs on your hair and makeup.
Avery chuckled. Fine. I might catch up on some sleep, anyway.
But Avery couldnt sleep. As Nani tended to her client, sitar music clanging through the walls and
jasmine incense filling the air vents, Avery tossed and turned in bed, thinking about her date with
Ben that night. She imagined a romantic Parisian restaurant in the West End, with champagne and
roses and a violin somewhere in the distance. The patrons would let them be, murmuring only
occasionally about that famous actor and this mystery woman he was courting. Was she a model?
An actress? No, she would tell them. Im just like you!
Avery abandoned the idea of sleep and took a long, hot shower instead. By the time she got
dressed (a pair of jeans and her Cambridge tee), it was nearly one oclock and she was starved.
Avery thought about picking through the fridge for leftovers, but it might ruin the illusion of
perfect nirvana Nani was creating for her clients in the living room. Avery checked her messages
and answered some e-mails and texts from inquiring members of Team Cumberbatch. At the news
of Timothys recovery, J.J. Abrams was hoping to have Ben back in the States by next week.
Avery made a note for herself to check flight times for the following Thursday to give Benedict at
least another week with his father.
When her growling stomach couldnt handle it any longer, Avery slipped out of the apartment and
headed downstairs. Her face was buried in her mobile, so much so that she didnt notice the man
coming up the front stoop until she bumped right into him.
Oh, sorry! Avery cried. She looked up and saw Benedict before hershowered, shaved, and
wearing a smart black button-down with a silver vest. He was carrying a bouquet of roses. Hey,
was all Avery could say.

Hello. Ben smiled. I was just, uh . . . Hello.

They laughed nervously. Erm . . . whatre you doing here? Avery asked. Is everything all
right?
Oh, yes. Just fine. Dads driving Mum and Tracy crazy with passages from John le Carr.
Good! Avery said, perhaps a bit too enthusiastically. Thats good. She suddenly remembered
how plainly she was dressed and crossed her arms. I thought you were coming round eight?
Ben dipped his head shyly and blushed. I couldnt wait that long. He held the flowers out to
Avery. For you.
Avery accepted the bouquet and breathed them in. The roses were freshly-cut, as red as the bindi
on Nanitas forehead. She grinned and said, Theyre beautiful. Thank you.
Youre welcome. Benedict cleared his throat and held out his hand. Ready for that date?
Now? Avery looked down at herself. But Im a mess!
Ben smiled at her daft exclamation. Youre beautiful. He took a step forward a locked Avery in
a deep, sensual kiss. Benedict rubbed his nose against hers and whispered, And if I had to wait a
full day to do that, I would have gone mad.
Avery grinned, her eyes closed, reluctant to wake up from the nap she had probably ended up
taking in her room. Her eyes fluttered open and, thankfully, he was still there. Where to, Mr.
Cumberbatch?

"Coffee"
Chapter Summary

Avery and Ben's first date ends with a bang.

Chapter Notes

Hello, my lovelies! Thank you again for your patience! This chapter was so much fun
to write, so I hope you enjoy it!
Please note that it contains strong sexual content. Weeeee!

See the end of the chapter for more notes

It could have been anything giving Avery this tingly feeling in her belly.
It could have been the stray curtain of sunlight that hit them as they walked. It could have been the
oily fish-and-chips smell from the kiosk along the river. It could have been the warmth of
Benedicts hand as he slipped it through Averys.
That afternoon, as they walked along the Thames Riversmart boathouses parked along the bank
and old men feeding pigeons on benchesAvery had one of those rare moments where
everything felt perfect. Everything was warm and joyous and comfortable, like sitting on a beach
with a cool drink and a good book. Perfectly perfect.
And Benedict couldnt keep his hands off of Avery. When he wasnt holding her hand, he was
gently touching the lower part of her back, or brushing his shoulders against hers when they
walked, or grazing his fingertips on the backside of her hand. Avery tried to chat like a normal
person, but she could barely get two words out before blushing and having to start the sentence
over.
Fancy some chips? Ben asked.
Avery nodded. Sure.
He bought them each a package of fish with chips on top and asked for curry on his fries. They sat
on a bench to eat and Avery laughed as Ben licked the curry from his long fingers. I once knew a
boy who ate marmite with his chips, she said.
Christ, Ben remarked. I hope you never kissed him.
Avery laughed and brushed her thumb along the corner of Benedicts mouth to catch a glob of
curry. She licked it away and said, I never kissed him, thank God. He ate marmite with
everythingeggs, beans, pasta . . .
What was his name? Ben asked. He took a chip with curry and held it up to Averys mouth.
Avery took a bite of his offering and said, Thomas. We went to grade school together.

I knew a girl called Pamela when I was eight. She told me that eating three boxes of Terrys
Chocolate Orange would made my skin smell like oranges.
Avery laughed. Did you believe her?
Of course I did, Ben said, grinning. I wanted her to like me. I took a few quid from my mums
purse and bought about six packages. An hour later, I was vomiting chocolate into Pamelas face.
Avery dropped her fish and chips onto her lap and threw her head back, laughing. Thats
disgusting! she hollered.
I dont know, I think marmite breath is worse.
Avery pushed his shoulder as she giggled. Youre awful.
Ben smiled widely, his eyes focused on his food. He found it hard to look at Avery too long,
especially when she was smiling. Every time he let his eyes linger too long on her, his chest
tightened and a swirling motion invaded his stomach. It took every bit of willpower he had not to
kiss every inch of her neck. They may have gotten cozy in LA, but this was their first datehe
didnt want to muck things up. And there would be time for touching and kissing and moaning
later.
Benedict slowly put his arm around Avery. Nothing scandalous about that. He couldnt help that
he liked being near her, liked touching and smelling and feeling her. Avery kissed his cheek and
went on eating. She didnt dare let on that the mere action of putting his arm around her made
Avery want to rip his clothes off with her teeth. He was a posh bloke. She had to be a lady about
these things.
Off in the distance, Avery heard what she thought was the sound of a dry noodle being cracked in
half. She looked to her right and a man was crouched three benches over, wearing a Burberry
coat, a pair of ugly aviator sunglasses, and a camera poised just below his nose. Averys heart
dropped. Paparazzi.
She tugged on Bens sleeve and said, Weve got company.
Benedict looked where Avery was pointing and his carefree smile vanished. Bugger.
What should we do?
Well, normally I just ignore them, but Im not sure I want our friends and family finding out
about our relationship from OK! Magazine. Benedict looked to his left, checked his watch, then
stood and grabbed Averys hand. Follow me. I have an idea.
They ditched their food and made their way through the winding streets to Trafalgar Square. They
walked briskly, never running, and every time Avery turned her head to see if the photographer
was following them, he was always there, creeping closely like a sleuth in one of those awful Bmovie capers.
Cant shake him, Avery said. She had her hand in Bens, the shutter of the paparazzi clicking
wildly close by.
Ben led them northeast through a few more busy streets, until they finally arrived at a costume
shop on at Charing Cross Underground. A sign on the door read: no photography permitted
inside the building. Oh, brilliant, Avery remarked. Are we going to hide in here all day?

Hardly. Benedict led them inside.

Upon seeing him, the shop girl got into a proper tizzy and asked the actor for his autograph. A few
other patrons buzzed around him having a fit, but it was a thousand times better than some
anonymous bloke stealing their intimate moments.
When the excitement finally died down, Avery and Ben walked around the shop, admiring lavish
costumes and funny masks. There were tacky Halloween costumes made of polyester and plastic,
intricate Venetian masks made of fine silk and ceramic, and an entire aisle devoted to fake blood.
The two got busy trying things on.
Avery wore a gold and white mask while Benedict tried on a likeness of Barack Obama. I could
pass, couldnt I? he asked.
Shut up," Avery laughed, Try this one. She handed him a Frankenstein mask and, oddly
enough, it fit very well with his tall stature. Lovely. Give me a growl.
Ben raised his clawed hands and growled, making a pass at Averys hips. He tickled her sides and
she howled with laughter. They moseyed on to the wacky hats section and tried on a few gems.
Ben put on a furry purple pimp hat with a long feather. Avery managed to snap a picture with her
Blackberry before he shoved a plush hotdog hat on her head. They took a picture together and he
sneaked a kiss on her cheek just as the flash went off.
After another half hour of touring the shop, Avery asked, So what about out little friend outside?
Do you think hes gone?
Ben shook his head. No, they dont give up easily. He plucked a few items from the shelf they
were browsinga package of fake mustaches, some glittery temporary tattoos, and a Dr. Seuss
hat that was roughly the size of a Christmas goose. He paid the cashier, gave Avery a wink, and
led his date to the bathroom.
Ten minutes later, they were strolling the streets of London once more Avery had on a fake
mustache and the Dr. Seuss hat. Ben put one of the temporary tattoos on his facea sparkly pink
ponyand gave Avery his vest to wear. It wasnt the best disguise, but damn if it wasnt the most
fun. Wherever they walked, people stopped and stared. Some laughed, some sneered, some held
their children closer. Avery and Ben giggled like drunkards. She looked over her shoulder and the
photographer was gone.
The pair sat outside a pub for a pint. Avery kept her hat and mustache on, but Ben rubbed the
tattoo off with a wet napkin.
No fair! Avery cried. I dont see why I have to be in disguise, anyway. Theyre not interested
in me.
True, but its bloody funny, Ben said, smiling. And you look quite fetching, still.
Avery rolled her eyes and grinned. This is truly one of the most bizarre dates Ive ever been on.
Ben reached across the table and took Averys hand. He kissed it palm down and held it to his
cheek. Ill take that as a compliment.
Avery chuckled. So, um . . . whats next after this?
Benedict surprised her by looking down shyly. He blushed and said, Coffee at my place?
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Apparently, coffee meant something completely different to both of them.

They fell into Benedicts flatkissing and groping and stumbling around trying to find the stairs
to the bedroom. Avery took the Dr. Seuss hat and ripped her fake moustache off, throwing them
across the room to Bens relief. They fell back against the stairs, lips glued together. Ben slipped
his hands up Averys shirt, then pulled away and stood.
I have an idea. In a swift motion, he threw Avery over his shoulder like a fireman and started
carrying her up the stairs.
Avery laughed and squealed in delight. Youre mad! Dont drop me!
Ive carried heavier things up these stairs, Ben replied. When they got to the second floor, he set
Avery on her feet and they continued their dance of kissing and searching for the bedroom.
Though they both wouldnt admit it, Avery and Ben had been waiting for this moment all day.
They had taken the tube to Chelsea and stood close by, the throng of people commuting home
from work packing the train like a can of sardines. Even though Avery had still been wearing that
ridiculous mustache and hat, Ben couldnt take his eye off of her curvy hips, her taut breasts and
strong arms that held onto the rail. He threw caution to the wind and slipped his arm around her
waist, kissing her neck and breathing into her ear. She could have collapsed right then and there.
Luckily, they had made it to his flat before being glared at for public indecency.
Avery took the lead and pushed Benedict up against the wall. She began to unbutton his shirt and
he worked the buckle of her belt. They kissed in between, smiling and giggling like teenagers
having a go before his parents got home. When his shirt was successfully undone, Ben shrugged
off his vest and button-down. Avery ran her fingers up his bare chest and kissed deeper, pressing
her hips towards him.
As if his cock wasnt hard enough, feeling Averys hips against his almost made him come on the
spot. He grabbed her rear and pulled her up, willing Avery to wrap her legs around his waist. He
carried her the rest of the way into his bedroom and dropped her on the bed.
Now I know what a sack of potatoes feels like, Avery said, smiling. She took her pants off to
reveal a pair of white cotton panties.
Ben undid his jeans, pulled them off, and said, Youre much better-looking that potatoes, love.
Trust me.
Avery laughed as he climbed on top her, kissing her neck and lips and collarbone and earlobe.
She could see and feel the erection his was sporting through his briefs. He grinded against Avery
and her panties went moist with desire. She took her shirt off and undid her bra. Ben wasted no
time taking a breast in his mouth and suckling gently. His tongue flickered on her rock-hard nipple
and she moaned. Avery ran her hands through Benedicts hair and pulled ever-so-slightly.
Ben suddenly raised his head and made a guttural groan, like a lion stalking its prey. Avery
chuckled and said, Yall right?
Ben nodded fervently. Yes, its just he kissed her neck my hair is quite tender he
cupped one of Averys breasts in his hand and kissed her mouth and if you pull on it, it drives
me wild.
Avery grinned widely. Ooh, you shouldnt have told me that.

Dont you dare, Ben laughed.

Avery grasped a handful of his hair again and tugged. Ben closed his eyes. Fuck!
She giggled. Benedict looked down at her with a wild, lustful smile. Youre a bad girl. In an
effortless motion, he knelt at the edge of the bed before Averys legs, took her soaking underwear
off, and buried his mouth over her wet snatch.
Avery clamped her eyes shut and cried out in pleasure. It happened so fast, she barely had time to
register what he was doing before his tongue was on her clit. Ohh my God, Avery moaned. She
arched her back and put her legs over his broad shoulders to bring him closer. Avery was no
stranger to being eaten out, but the way Ben was doing itsucking and licking as though she
were a meal he couldnt get enough ofshe wanted to come after only half a minute.
Ben swirled his tongue along her opening, lapping up the juices that flowed from her. She tasted
like heaven, and he didnt even mind that she was unshaven. He smiled inwardly as she twitched
and moaned, her voice carrying in the room. To give her this much ecstasy was all he could ever
hope for in their relationship. Averys hands traveled to his head again and she massaged his
scalp, urging him to keep going.
But he wasnt done with her yet.
Benedict raised his head from between Averys legs and climbed on top of her once more. She
reached down and helped him take his briefs off, freeing his cock. Avery stared at it as it lay
suspended above her belly. It was bignot the biggest she had ever had, but just the right size.
She could practically see it throbbing in pleasure and wanted nothing more than to return the favor
of sucking his cock. Avery took Bens member in her hand, her heart racing, and began to sit up.
Ben gently put a hand on her wrist and said, No, its okay. I want to be in you.
Avery nodded and smiled. She kissed him deeply, brushing her thumb over the head of his cock.
Do you have a, uh . . .?
Yes. Ben climbed off of her and crawled across the bed to the nightstand. He opened the drawer
and pulled out a pack of condoms. Avery, meanwhile scooted to the head of the bed so she could
lay back against a pillow.
Benedict rolled a condom over his stiff prick and joined Avery on the bed. They cuddled for a bit,
wrapped around each other, kissing fervently to keep the flame ignited. Bens hand traveled to
Averys arse and he stroked it gently. Christ, she was fit in all the right places. Avery pressed her
hands to his back and moaned as he licked and nipped her neck.
Please, she begged. Please fuck me.
Ben smiled. He loved hearing her talk dirty. It was a far cry from the poised, organized woman he
had known for over a year. He could listen to her beg for sex all day and never get tired of it. Ben
turned Avery over onto her back and climbed on top of her. She opened her legs, preparing
herself for his cock. He slipped in easily, the warmth and wetness of her cunt making him shiver
with desire.
Avery groaned and wrapped her legs around Benedicts waist. He thrust slowly at first, letting her
get used to his size, then pumped rapidly to hear her cry out in pleasure. Ben kissed her neck and
cupped her breast as he fucked her. She was tight and moved with him to a steady rhythm. It had
been ages since he had gotten laid, and being with a woman he not only adored but genuinely
loved, made this one of the best fucks of his life.

God . . . fuck. Benedict gritted his teeth as he slammed his cock into her.
Avery put a hand to her forehead and closed her eyes. He was hitting all the right places inside of
her. Yeah . . . oh, Christ, right there!
Ben picked up the pace, holding Avery close to his chest as he pumped. He was already close, but
he wanted their session to last as long as possible. Benedict rolled over onto his back, still
connected to Avery. She rode his cock, keeping their pace. This was one of her favorite positions.
She felt sexy with her hair falling all around a mans face, and she loved watching Benedicts
expression explode into bliss.
Ben wrapped his strong arms around Averys waist and held her tight again as she bounced on top
of him. He loved feeling her breasts against his chest, the muscles in her back tighten and relax as
she humped him. Thats good, Ben murmured into her ear. Unf . . . so good.
Avery sat up lowered herself completely onto his cock. She sat still for a moment, enjoying the
ecstatic look on his face, then grinded against him quickly. His prick rubbed against that sweet,
sensitive spot deep within her and she cried out. Oh God! Oh God, Im coming!
Ben grabbed Avery by the shoulders and pushed himself forward, laying Avery down on her
back again so that he head was at the foot of the bed. He wanted to make her come with his own
pace, his own thrusting hips and straining thighs. Avery held onto the edge of the bed above her
head as Benedict slammed into her. He kissed her on the mouth and whispered, Tell me when
youre close.
Dont stop, Avery pleaded.
Ben made that delightful growling noise again, like an animal charging in the wild, and fucked her
steadily. It wasnt until he touched her breast and simply rubbed his thumb along the sensitive nub
of her nipple that Avery was sent over the edge. Her pussy clenched around him and she cried
out.
Ohhhh, God! Yes! Fuck!
Ben nuzzled her neck as Averys orgasm washed over her. Her body twitched in spasms and she
clutched the edge of the bed as if holding onto any sense of reality that was left. When the waves
of please subsided, she opened her eyes and looked at Benedict. He hovered over her, sweating,
his ice-blue eyes watching her face in admiration. He smiled, proud to have made her come so
hard.
Avery traced her fingers along his Cupids bow lips and let out a soft laugh. Not bad, Mr.
Cumberbatch.
Not bad? he panted. Were not done yet. Ben kissed Avery deeply on the mouth. He
stroked the hair away from her face and rubbed his nose against hers. Ready?
Avery giggled. She turned over onto her stomach and got on her hands and knees.
Ben raised a brow. Really?
Avery gave him a look over her shoulder. Settle down, cowboy. Exit only.
Mmm, but its so beautiful and just . . . there. He wrapped his arm around her waist and kissed
her rear.
If you want any chance of making me come again, youll abandon the back door idea.

Posthaste.
Ben laughed and gave her arse a playful slap. Anything you want, love. He reached around and
rubbed her clit to get her juices flowing again, planting butterfly kisses along her back and neck.
When Avery emitted a soft moan, Benedict position his cock at the entrance of her pussy and
slowly guided it in. Once he was buried all the way in her, Ben thrust his hips and a pounded her
again. The wet sound of their thighs slapping against each other made his cock throb with every
push.
Avery grabbed the edge of the bed again, her knuckles white. Oh, yeah, just like that, she
breathed. Fuck me.
Ben obliged. If he could get Avery off again it would be a bonus, but now he wanted nothing
more than to grab her ass and come inside of her. He ran his hands up and down her back,
squeezing her hips as he pounded her relentlessly. The bed creaked and groaned as they fucked.
Fuck, Ben moaned. Ohhhh fucking hell!
Averys cries of pleasure gave him life, made his blood pump iron. He wanted to make her scream
for all of London to hear, to let everyone know that he could make her beg and plead for his cock
so easily. Call it a power trip or call it arrogance, Benedict didnt care. A beautiful woman like her
deserved a man who knew what he was doing, and Ben dared to think he was giving it to her
now.
Im coming, he whispered. Fuck . . . Im coming
Dont stop!
Ben rammed his cock inside her and came hard, the condom filling up with his hot semen. At
nearly the same time, Averys arms gave out and she fell forward, crying out and moaning as
another orgasm lit her body on fire. Ben pumped a few times for good measure, his prick
throbbing and twitching as Avery became wet around him. One last thrust and he was done, his
body trembling and his knees aching.
They both collapsed forward, Ben lying on Averys back as she struggled to catch her breath. He
raised himself up slightly to give her air and kissed her shoulder blades. Jesus Christ, he said,
pulling out of Avery. That was a good goddamn fuck.
Avery laughed and turned over onto her back. My legs are numb.
Good. Ben rolled off of Avery and lay beside her. He took the spent condom off and flung it
haphazardly across the room. His dick was still semi-hard. He blamed Averys breasts and the
dark curls along her snatch. She was impossibly beautiful.
They lay quietly for a moment, coming back down to earth and waiting for the white specks to
stop dancing before their eyes. Benedict finally reach a hand over and stroked Averys hair. Her
stared at her lovingly, the glow of their lovemaking turning her even more radiant than he could
ever imagine.
Avery caught him looking and smiled. What?
Ben traced her jawline with his finger. Youre so beautiful.
Avery returned the adoring look and said, So are you.

Benedict opened his arm. Come here, he beckoned.

Avery snuggled up against him and he held her gently, stroking her arm and smelling her hair. It
may have been the haze of love, but even Averys sweat smelled great. Ben kissed her temple and
whispered, I love you.
Avery smiled again widely and wrapped her arm around his waist. I love you, too.

Chapter End Notes

Hours to write, seconds to comment. <3

Hours After
Chapter Summary

Ben and Avery bask in the glow of their new relationship.

Chapter Notes

I'm so sorry I've been neglecting this story. I'm trying to make more time to write.
Thanks to everyone who keeps reading and who hasn't given up on me. I love you all
very much!

Even though they were both exhausted from their love-making, it was far too early to go to sleep.
So at only six in the evening, Benedict and Avery lay in bed together, chatting idly while he
stroked her hair, or she connected the freckles on his shoulders. Sometimes they would stop and
just kiss, exploring each others mouths and the contours of their lips. When they werent kissing,
Avery watched as Ben prattled on, paying particular attention to the arch of his brows and the
stubble on his cheeks. His blue eyes were iridescent in the evening light. Every inch of him felt
like a new land she was discovering.
When Avery rolled over onto her belly, Ben traced her spine with his fingertips and stopped at
her lower back. I love this spot, he said. Right here. He touched the dimples above her
tailbone.
I dont, Avery remarked. My hips are huge.
No, theyre perfect. Benedict kissed the small of her back to prove it. I want to live inside those
dimples. Make a tiny hut and just nestle in like a squirrel.
Avery laughed. Youre daft.
Yes, and why you love me is a mystery to me.
Seriously? Avery raised her head from the pillow. Do you know how many women are dying
to throw their knickers at you?
Ben laid his head on the pillow and stared up at Avery. Fame alone is not reason enough to love
someone. Not to mention, I have a horse face and an arse name.
Avery rolled her eyes. It was astounding how a man as talented and handsome as he could ever be
self-conscious. She propped her elbow on the pillow, cradled her head in her hand, and said, Do
you know the moment I realized I was in love with you?
Hmm?
When I gave you that scarf I knitted on New Years Eve. You were so excited about it, even
though it was rubbish. Seeing you wear it all night like thatnot caring what people thoughtit

just . . . Avery smiled at Ben. It sealed the deal for me.

Benedict grinned. He reached out and touched her hair. I bloody love that scarf.
Avery nestled into his chest and stroked his arm. When did you know you loved me?
Bens heart sped up. Avery could feel and hear it and it piqued her curiosity. When you walked
into the study at your first interview.
Now it was Averys turn to have a galloping heart. Really? she asked dubiously.
I mean, it . . . it wasnt lightning bolts and fireworks or anything like that. But I knew something
was different about you. I cant explain it. Its like . . . everything just made sense when I met
you.
Avery raised her head from Benedicts chest and looked at him. There wasnt an ounce of teasing
or insincerity in his voice. He looked at her with all the love and admiration she had come to know
for him. Thats the loveliest thing anyone has ever said to me.
Ben smiled and planted a kiss on her lips. He shrugged and said, That, and you have fantastic
tits.
Avery laughed and pushed him away. Prat.
Benedict chuckled and sat up. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood, walking
across the room completely naked.
Where are you going? Avery asked.
I want to see my dad again before visiting hours are over. Ben pulled a t-shirt over his head and
glanced over his shoulder at the stunning, naked woman in his bed. Would you like to come?
Avery sat up and said, I think Ill stay here, if thats all right. I have some e-mails to catch up on.
Can I use your laptop?
Sure, Ben said, putting on a pair of briefs and jeans. Chinese for dinner?
Avery grinned and nodded. It was amazing how naturally they had slipped into these roles of
boyfriend and girlfriend. It was a side of him she had seen many times beforedoting over
someone so casuallybut now that they were in a relationship, it felt different somehow. It felt
real. And Avery felt particularly special to be the target of his affections.
When Benedict left, Avery put on one of his button-down shirts and strolled through the flat,
checking her messages on her phone and returning a few important calls. She dialed Nani and her
friend picked up after just one ring.
You horrible slut! Nani cried.
Avery smiled widely. Hello, priya.
Please tell me his face is buried between your thighs right now.
Avery laughed and sat on the stairwell. How are my flowers?
I put them in a vase after you left, Nani replied. Im pretending theyre from Raj. But really,
how was he?

I dont kiss and tell.

Thats bollocks, and you know it. Just tell me what it looks like, at least.
Avery laughed and shook her head. I am not telling you what his penis looks like!
Why not? Ive told you what Rajs prick looks like many times!
Yes, and I hate you every day for it. Avery stood and walked back upstairs to the bedroom. She
flounced on the tousled bed and switched the phone to her other ear. Im crazy about him, Nan.
Hes amazing.
Im happy for you, sweetie. You deserve it after all the shit youve been through.
Avery wrapped her hair around her finger. Her cheeks were starting to hurt from smiling too
much. She felt like a schoolgirl at a slumber party. Thanks, Nan. Ill probably be staying here for
night. Give Raj my love."
I want details when you come home! Nanita ordered.
Goodbye, Nan.
I mean it! her friend yelled. At least tell me if hes circumcised
Goodbye, Nani.
Avery hung up on her friend and threw the mobile across the bed, giggling. She lay there for a
moment, thinking about her day with Ben, how utterly fantastic their lovemaking was, how gentle
and sweet and considerate he was. It made Avery want to curl up in a ball and just collapse in on
herself with happiness.
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With nothing else to do until Ben came home, Avery did what she always did when she was
boredshe cleaned. It started with the bedroom, opening the windows to air out the delicious
smell of sex, putting clothes in the hamper, and making the rumpled bed. Then she started in the
bathroom.
Big mistake, Avery thought.
She had met blokes whose bathroom were Florida swamps, but this was unreal. How a man who
was hardly home could make such a mess, Avery didnt know. He had wet towels and dirty
clothes on the floor. The shower and tub had wicked calcium buildup, and the sink counter was
cluttered with hair product, globs of toothpaste, and bottles of cologne. At least now Avery was
seeing the dirty side to her new boyfriendmost women waited as long as possible to keep the
illusion of their drip-dry sweethearts, then gave themselves a rude awakening when they
discovered it actually took effort for their boys to look so good.
Effort was one thing. Dried toothpaste was quite another.
When Avery was done with the bathroom (she drew the line at scrubbing the shower and toilets),
she moved to the kitchen. The act of scrubbing and sweeping was always therapeutic to her. It
was the organizer in her. She needed things to be neat and orderly at least some of the time as a
way to keep control over things. She couldnt tell the tabloids not to publish candids of her and
Ben. She couldnt keep people from gossiping over the internet about their affair. Now that
Avery was in a relationship with her boss, cleaning his flat was the only thing she had control

over.
At about six-thirty, Benedict came home with a paper bag of Chinese food under his arm. Avery
was still in the kitchen, her head hidden under the sink where she was organizing his cleaning
supplies.
Avery? Ben called. He couldnt see her from where she lay as he walked into the kitchen.
Down here, she said.
Ben set the food on the island counter and peered over at the sink. What on earth are you doing?
he asked.
Avery emerged from the cabinet and stood. Her hair was a mess, pulled haphazardly in a ponytail.
Her white tank top was dirty from dusting and her sweatpants were rolled to her knees. She was
sweating and her back ached, but she smiled at him, nonetheless.
I was just cleaning, Avery explained.
Ben looked around, then back at her. Why?
Avery laughed. Thought youd appreciate a change from wet towels on the floor and cobwebs
over the stove. Is that dim sum?
Ben shook his head and began unloading the food. You know, I can pay to have someone come
and clean.
What fun is that? Avery asked, getting two plates down from the cupboard. She set them on the
counter. Besides, Im usually more thorough than a cleaning service.
Ben smiled. He moved around the island counter and put his hands on Averys waist. Well thank
you. He kissed her lips. That was very nice of you.
Youre welcome. Avery kissed him back. Hows your dad?
Good, Ben said, gazing into Averys eyes. He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Hes
eating well and all brain activity is normal. Hell be home soon.
Thats great, Avery said, smiling.
Ben grinned widely. He couldnt get over how adorable Avery lookedfrumpy and dirty and
sweating, but still with so much sweetness and grace. You look good in my clothes, he said,
motioning to her tank top. Ben kissed her neck. Sexy.
Avery chuckled. Im sweating like a pig and I smell like Windex.
Mmmph, even better. Ben lifted Avery up by her thighs and set her on the island counter.
Avery laughed and wrapped her hands on the back of Benedicts neck. He kissed her neck again,
then between her breasts, running his hands up and down her back. The food will get cold! she
said.
I dont care. Ben lifted Averys shirt over her head and tossed it aside. He cupped his hand over
one of her breasts, the silky fabric of her bra tantalizing him, then kissed her deeply on the mouth.
Avery moaned into his kiss. She wrapped her legs tighter around his torso, her clit pulsing with
desire. Avery raked her fingers through his hair to draw his tongue deeper. Ben parted from her

desire. Avery raked her fingers through his hair to draw his tongue deeper. Ben parted from her
lips and rubbed the tip of his nose against hers. Avery loved moments like this in the middle of
their passion, when he took just a second to be sweet and playful, to remind her that he truly cared
about her. Not that she had any doubts anymore.
Benedict took Averys hand and guided it to his crotch. She could feel his erection through his
denims. Uh-oh, Avery murmured. Whatre we going to do about that?
Ben smiled with his teeth. I have some ideas. He grasped her rear and pulled her off the counter,
carrying Avery across the kitchen. They kissed all the way to the living room, where they made
love on the freshly-dusted couch.

Fallout
Chapter Summary

Ben and Avery have finally accepted their feelings for one another. But not everyone
is happy about it.

At seven-thirty the next morning, Ben was awoken by the sound of his mobile ringing. He was
spooning Avery, arm wrapped around her waist and head buried in her hair. He hated whoever
was calling in this moment. He wanted to kill them for disturbing his blissful sleep.
Ben eased his arm out from under Avery and turned over. He grasped for the phone on his
nightstand, his head half-buried in the pillow. Hellugh? he mumbled.
Benedict Timothy Carlton Cumberbatch!
Bens eyes popped open. His mother only used his full name when she was properly angry with
him. His mind raced, wondering what he could have possibly done to piss her off. Mum? Whats
wro
I had to read in a bloody tabloid rag that you and Avery are carrying on right under our collective
bloody noses! How do you think that makes me feel that the Daily Sun knows about this before I
do? I could just wallop you, Ben
Benedict pulled the phone away from his ear as his mother rattled on. He pushed himself up and
sat on the edge of the bed. His back was sore from rampant lovemaking with Avery. He would
have smiled at that fact if he wasnt so terrified of Wanda. Ben imagined her pacing the hospital
corridor, her face red, that little wrinkle between her eyes getting deeper. He hated being snipped

at by her when he was a child, and he still hated it to this day. She could make him feel like a
prepubescent school boy with just the tone of her voice.
Avery stirred and turned over. Whats wrong? she asked groggily.
Ben put the phone back to his ear.
. . . never happened like this back in my day! Wanda continued. The press were more polite
back thenho ho, they wouldnt dare go snooping into my private life with your father! Bunch of
bloody leeches, sleuthing around London and taking phot
Sorry, Ben interrupted, but are you mad about me and Avery being together, or mad at the
paparazzi? Youre giving me mixed signals.
There was a surprising pause. Then Wanda said gently, Oh, darling, of course I love Avery!
Shes such a doll, and youre father and I couldnt be happier that you found someone. Wanda
sighed. I just wish you would have told me first, rather than letting me find out from
Mum, it just kind of happened, Ben rubbed his eyes. He was dead tired and in no mood to
defend himself. We didnt intend for the press to know right away.
As bloody-well you shouldnt have! Wanda was back to yelling. I have a right mind to call the
editor of that rag and sue them for
Ben pulled the phone away from his ear again and rolled his eyes. No doubt Wanda would carry
on like this for hours if she could. When his mother got angry, she was like a dog with a bone
gnashing fervently until there was nothing left.
Avery sat up, the bed sheet wrapped around her breasts, and put her hand on Bens shoulder.
Everything all right? she murmured.
Ben turned his head slightly to Avery. Will you get the paper from the front step, please?
Avery kissed his neck and slipped out of bed. She put on one of his button-down shirts and
padded downstairs.
Ben put the phone back to his ear.
and Thatcher! Now she was a woman who could handle stress! Talk about paparazzi
swallowing her whole, poor dear. Not that I agreed with her politics, but
Mum! Ben groaned. He stood and took a calming breath. This was going to happen sooner or
later. Everything will be all right. Im fine. Averys fine.
Suddenly, a scream rang from downstairs, followed by the slamming of the front door. Ben
whipped around. Mum, I have to call you back. Benedict hung up and threw his phone on the
bed. He threw the bed sheet over his naked body and rushed downstairs. Avery has her back to
the front door, eyes wide with fear and confusion.
Whats wrong? What happened?
Avery blinked a few times. She looked like she had seen a ghost. I-I went to get the paper. There
are photographers outside. At least ten.
Ben peeked through the lace curtain of the narrow window by the door. A dozen or so men stood
on and around his front step, cameras in hand. Benedict seethed with rage. He held Averys arms

and looked her in the eye. Are you all right? Did they take your picture?
I-I dont know. She let out a frustrated cry. For fucks sake, Im in my underwear!
Im phoning the police, Ben said, turning back for the stairs. If any of them leaks a picture of
you, Im suing.
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The police were able to calmly shoo the paparazzi from Benedicts doorstep, though a few curious
neighbors poked their heads out from behind their curtains to see what the fuss was about. The
rest of the morning was spent fielding calls from Bens publicist, his agent, and worried friends.
Nani called Avery to make sure everything was all right, but Avery could only chat for a minute
before she received yet another call from the Daily Sun for an interview.
Christ, they dont let up, she said. Its not like youre dating Pippa Middleton.
Ben hummed as he poured a cup of coffee for Avery. Maybe not to you, but for me . . .
Avery rolled her eyes and smiled. Shut up.
Ben sat next to her at the table and slid the mug over to her. His laptop was open to the Daily
Suns webpage, and the very front cover featured a picture of Avery and Bens date from
yesterday. It wasnt a bad photo, per say, but Avery felt violated and embarrassed just looking at
it. She wondered if this was how Ben felt whenever his face was on the cover of a magazine or
tabloid.
Avery sighed and rested her elbow on the table, head in hand. What do we do? she asked.
This will blow over in a few days, Ben said.
But what if we go out again on a date? Will we be followed then, too?
Benedict paused, staring into his coffee cup for a long while. Finally he said, Probably.
Avery stared at Ben. She couldnt read his emotions. Obviously he was angry, but his face was
expressionless, eyes staring off in contemplation. So . . . whats the game plan, then?
Ben sighed and ruffled his shaggy black hair. He looked at Avery, reached out, and touched her
hair. Ill make a statement later today, telling the press or whoever that . . . well, that youre my
girlfriend.
Avery smiled slowly. Really?
Ben nodded. If its what you want.
She nodded. Id be thrilled.
Benedict grinned and kissed Averys forehead. He put his arm around her and held her closer. I
just wish we had had more time together as a couple before the entire world knew about it.
I know. Im sorry.
Its not your fault. Though you did throw yourself at me the moment we met
Avery laughed and slapped him on the chest. Her mobile rang somewhere in the clutter on the
table. She found it under a stack of legal documents and checked the screen. It was her father.

Avery answered. Dad?

Avery.
Avery stiffened. Her father always answered with her nickname, always with a laugh. Now he
sounded cross. How are you? she asked.
I, erm . . . I saw the paper today.
Avery sat back in her chair. She gave Ben and uneasy look. Oh? Which one?
This doesnt look good, Avery, Henry said. I thought you were working for this man?
I wasI mean I am. Avery swallowed the lump in her throat. Its not what you think, Dad.
What am I thinking, Avery?
She bit her lower lip. I dont know."
Benedict gave Averys shoulder a reassuring squeeze and made an exit. She was grateful for the
time alone.
When did this all begin? Henry asked his daughter.
Avery let out a breath, unable to give a truthful answer. When did it start? When they flirted at the
pub in Bristol? When Benedict gave her that expensive book at Christmas? When they kissed
drunkenly at New Years? Or was it always there, the second she walked into the room on her
interview daya spark unseen by both of them designed by the cosmos so they could arrive at the
very second on this very day?
Its complicated, Avery finally said.
Hes your boss, Henry argued.
I know. But hes a good man. He didnt take advantage of me or anything.
Dyou know what the girls at the shop are saying? Theyre sayin you shagged him for the job.
Dad!
Avery stood, completely taken aback. Those old birds down at Portsmouth always had salty
tongues, and they never liked anyone from town who moved on and became successful. Still, their
gossip hurt Avery deeply. If a few slimy old ladies in the south thought she was whore, what
about the rest of the nation? What if everyone thought she was only his PA because she fucked
him? Her credibility as a professional would be ruined. She would be a laughing stock.
Im sorry, babe, Henry said gently. I shouldnt have told you that. I just dont want you to get
hurt.
Avery put her hand to her face as tears welled in her eyes. Its too late for that, she whispered.
Her throat stung with the urge to weep. Dad, I love him. And he loves me. It isnt bad. How
could that be bad?
I know, I know. Henry said. Im sorry, Avey-baby. Goddamn it. Im a right prick for even
thinkin . . . Oh, bloody hell.
A rouge tear fell down Averys cheek. She brushed it away and said, I have to go, I have things

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Ill call you later tonight, Avey-baby, Henry said. He sounded genuinely sorry for their
conversation. I love you, pet.
Avery sniffled. I love you too, Dad.
She hung up the phone and buried her face in her hands, pressing the mobile to her forehead.
Avery cried, her chest heaving with every sob. Suddenly a pair of hands were on her shoulders.
She looked up and Ben was kneeling beside her. He wrapped her in his long arms and held her to
his chest.
Its all right, he said. Its okay, darling.
Avery melted into his embrace. She felt warm and safe and comforted, but the awful, upsetting
idea her father had planted in her head made Avery miserable. A thousand hugs from the man she
loved couldnt erase the fact that all of Englandhell, all of the worldknew she was both
Benedicts employee and lover, and thus was somehow undeserving of either titles.
Avery raised her head from Bens shoulder and looked him in the eye. I dont think I can be your
PA anymore.

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