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Dante nodded at Jeremy's request, saving the presentation to a USB drive before getting up with Richard to see the guy, Alex was off working on another project so it was just the two of them at the moment... and everything was still in the work in progress stage. Which was why Dante didn't take offence at all at the 'just thrown together' comments, since they pretty much where. Still, it was clear to see the guy was stressing over something.... and Dante had a feeling it had nothing to do with him and everything to do with the guy that had stormed out of here.

"If anyone has any further questions, just stay behind and let me know." He used that as his excuse to check in on the guy, though part of him predicted the guy wouldn't like it....

"I'll catch up in a minute Richard."

"Sure.... I'll grab us refills, my arse is starting to hurt from sitting all morning anyway." Dante watched as the guy looked to Jeremy for a moment before disappearing. He wasn't entirely sure what to make of that but shrugged it off.

Dante closed the office door. Only then turning back to Jeremy he found himself asking, "You ok? You seem.... miffed... stressed.... pissed." He said, trying not to make a big deal of it, even as his fingers played with his USB drive. He sighed softly, "Anything I can do to help?" It wasn't a sexual advance, simply an offer of aid, not that he predicted there was much he could do for his 'boss' right now anyway.

He smiled, deciding that maybe distracting the guy would be a better option, "How about I cook for you tonight? Cheer you up...." It felt like it had been a while since they had hung out, though in actual fact it was probably only a couple of days. Still, Dante was aware his Father was due in a few days, and that it would limit their interaction.... at least while he was here; and their weekend 'date' felt like it was an age away... wait, what day was it? He was losing track.

"Our hit list is getting too long...it'd be too suspicious...and we'd need another shovel," That had Dante chuckling, remembering all too clearly how he had wanted to kill Alex and Richard the other day... of course that particular conversation brought other thoughts to mind too.... he forced himself to look away from Jeremy.... anywhere else.... granted, when they fell upon the desk he couldn't help but smirk and think that that particular piece of furniture was just as bad as the man himself. Clearing his throat he did push such thoughts from his mind. Now was not the time for them.

"I'd like that...so I can finally tell you you're a bad cook with evidence. Going to make that chocolate cake that will bring me to my knees, then?" Dante pouted a little at that, even as he knew the guy was just teasing him again. Sticking out his tongue he couldn't help but retort with a, "Well you will just have to wait and see.... of course, if I get you to your knees I will never let you live it down." He chuckled softly, making a note that they would probably have to n** into the store in order to get a few of the ingredients he was missing for the cake.... plus, he had no idea what he was actually going to cook considering the offer had been a spare of the moment knd of thing. Ah well, quick and simply would have to do unless he thought of something better before then.

"Oh... just so I have an 'excuse' to be here... my Father's plane is getting in earlier than originally planned, what is the procedure, if any, to leave work early? I don't mind taking it unpaid if needed... can't leave him on his own.... he always ends up in trouble." He rolled his eyes, telling Jeremy the dates and times, though he knew he would likely have to tell him then again another time.

Finished for now he left and made his way back to his desk, sure enough Richard had brought over two cups of tea... and although Dante actually hated the stuff he felt it would too rude to reject it... what was this now? Cup three? Four? Man.. at this rate he would end up looking like a teapot. Barbara and Richard were in the middle of an exchange, and it was clear from the way Richard was holding himself that he was interested..... that brought a grin to Dante's face. At least he wasn't the only one living in the 'taboo' zone.

"Then he said -'What do you mean there's no time? I've got a watch right here'." Richard laughed and so did Barbara... and all Dante could do was roll his eyes. He really didn't want to know what they were talking about if jokes like that were coming up.

"Sorry about that," He said, interrupting and sitting back at his desk. Barbara smiled over at him but he didn't pay her much attention, hoping that she would get the picture sooner rather than later that he really really wasn't interested.

Thankfully the rest of the day went by quickly. Alex checked in a few times and after tweaking a few of the things Jeremy had suggested earlier they were nearly ready. A final look through tomorrow should be enough to call it a day. A little exhausted he packed up and made his way towards Jeremy's office, timing it so that it would hopefully just look like they happened to run into each other on the way out of work. But as usual Phil was also there, not that Dante minded too much, he was getting used to the guy being around a lot...

"Evening." He said, smiling softly at the guy. "Productive day?"

"Meh. Same old, same old. What can I say, things are boring now that I am done scheming." That had Dante chuckling, even as he found himself blushing a little. Man, he didn't like the fact that the guy was pretty much in the know about all his dirty little secrets, or rather his AND Jeremy's.

"Well, I noticed Richard chatting up Barbara earlier. Maybe you could turn your attentions to them next.... sure Richard would appreciate it, especially since he was failing badly this afternoon." He smiled as he watched Jeremy finish up and approach. "Evening." He said, trying his best to keep stoic towards the guy since he didn't want to be too obvious.

Dante did his best to ignore Phil, it was already more than enough that the guy seemed to look straight through him at times.... as if he knew exactly what made him tick. Talk about uncomfortable.

He walked in silence towards the station, not feeling strange in the silence at all strangely enough..... it was interrupted when Jeremy finally spoke. "So what's the plan for this dinner of yours?" He smiled at that, tucking his hands into his coat pockets as he fidgeted a little.

"I need to stop by the store if you want my chocolate cake." He didn't comment much more than that, knowing that if the guy knew too much about what went into his cake he would likely never touch it. That made him grin, like he had a dirty little secret.... of course, all that sin was what made it taste so delicious. "But don't worry... I haven't forgotten that I'm cooking, you're just going to have to shut up and wait I'm afraid." Looking over at the guy he couldn't help but teasingly add, "For a change... I'm the one in charge." He chuckled at that, "So, you're just going to have to deal with it... Mr. Control-freak."

Thankfully the train wasn't late and the platform was pretty empty so they managed to get seats. "Anything you don't eat?" He asked, his mind still fumbling with what he could possibly make for the guy.... especially since he was far from lacking in the culinary department. It was something, though Dante probably wouldn't admit it out loud, that actually made him a little scared about serving up his food.... what had he been thinking to boast about his cake? Ah well, too late now.

Leaning back in the seat he sighed with relief. "So glad today is over....longest Friday ever... and I am pretty sure it has only just clicked that it's the weekend tomorrow."

"Oohhh... you as a boss would be a nightmare. Gives me chills just imagining it.

"Hmmm...." He said, contemplating that for a moment, "I have no interest in being a 'boss' right now... so you're pretty safe. Though... if I did... I could totally kick your arse." He winked, not actually sure that that was correct at all. Despite his 'special training' as a child.

"I don't eat things that are gross. So please don't make anything gross, yeah?" Dante chuckled a little at that, "Well, I will certainly try to make sure whatever I end up making is at least edible.... I wouldn't want you to end up all skin and bones from lack of nutrition." He winked, "Phil would never forgive me."

It didn't take long for him to gather the few things he needed, though he ended up picking up a few ingredients that he possibly had in already; he just wanted to make sure that nothing was missed. After all, how embarrassing would it be to find out half way through he had missed something out. He was nervous enough as it was, he just hoped it didn't show.... or at least it settled down when he was actually in the kitchen. He liked being in the kitchen, probably part of the reason why he never moaned about cooking for him and Kyle.

Dumping his stuff he started to set up in the kitchen, opening a draw he pulled out his apron before putting the thing on, he didn't want to change from his work clothes straight away... plus it was Friday, so it really didn't matter too much if he got a little dirty. "Don't ask." He smirked, before rolling up his sleeves. Once done he leaned on the counter opposite Jeremy and bopped him on the nose with his forefinger, not entirely sure why the urge had taken over him. "Sure, you can watch... just don't judge anything before you try it. Deal?" It was the cake he had in mind more than anything else, the amount of fattening things that went into the thing made it pretty much a walking heartache... but man... was it worth it. At least as far as Dante was concerned.

"I'll stop making fun of your cooking," He chuckled at that, "That's all?" He quirked a brow teasingly as he contemplated the offer, "But I accept...." Dante was aware that he had never really told Jeremy just how nice his food was, often going with a blatant noncommittal answer.... why was that he wondered? After all, Dante rarely lied unless it was important to him, though he supposed he hadn't exactly lied....

Oven on. Measuring. Mixing. More measuring. A sprinkle of this, and a slash of that... The mixture didn't take long to come together, and unable to resist he dipped his finger in and tasted it just to make sure... yep... yummy. Dipping again he held it out to Jeremy, his eyes practically daring the guy to refuse.

Greasing the cake tins he put the mixture in before placing it in the oven, the cake needed longer than everything else to cook so it was always best to put it in first. A quick wash of his hands and he was off to the fridge, wondering what wonderful concoctions he could throw together. Maybe he should have thought about this more at the store.... too late now.

His eyes fell on the meat, gammon steaks.... he could work with them, and sure enough he had eggs and potatoes and peas to accompany the meat. Seasoning. Peeling. Slicing. Cooking. The aroma that filled the air was already making Dante's mouth water. Checking the cake, he took a moment to turn and look at Jeremy, well aware he had been purposefully ignoring the guy in order to think straight.... but boy, was the man a HUGE distraction, and being alone with him in a room with a locked door was almost too much to handle despite everything that had happened between them so far.

"So.... our date tomorrow?" He drawled, leaning on his elbows as he looked over at the guy, "Did we actually decide what we wanted to do and timings? Or shall I grab my laptop after dinner to look up times or whatever?"

Dante groaned a little at the way Jeremy licked his finger... and had to turn away before he made a fool of himself. He could control himself... he could.... really... ok, so that was a bloody lie but at least he had a none sexy task to occupy his mind.

As Jeremy revealed that he was half naked Dante felt his cheeks burn red. When... How... What??! The worst part was that he hadn't even noticed that the guy removing his shirt. Ignoring the guys obvious nonchalant attitude as he spoke about their date like nothing was out of the ordinary he held up his hand and stuttered a little, "No.... wait... rewind... when the hell did you remove your shirt? Or better question... why?" God, this mans chest was a total distraction and had claimed his full attention. It was worst still that he was obviously flaunting it, he probably predicted his reaction.

Yep, he was utterly flustered. Still, he found himself wandering around the counter and approaching Jeremy. Making no effort to hide his approach, he couldn't resist placing his hand on that lusciously revealed chest. "Trying to distract me... so not fair...." Still red, he pushed through his shock and moved in to claim Jeremy's lips with his own. He lingered there for a moment before pulling back and wandering back towards the kitchen, trying to act as unaffected as possible despite everything.

The food was nearly ready, and a quick check of the cake revealed had finished cooking, taking it out he removed it from the tins and placed it on the cooling rack. All that was left was making the chocolate buttercream. It didn't take long to plate up the rest, while the fried eggs cooked to go on top of the meat. He wandered towards the table, "Could you grab the cutlery? Top draw.... oh... and maybe put your shirt back on." He grinned, "Don't want to be distracted from my food."

Sitting down he realised he hadn't got them drinks so stood back up and wandered to get them. "Drink?" He offered, pouring himself a glass of orange juice.

Feeling much calmer now he finally replied to Jeremy's earlier questions. "Italian is fine. Six is good. I don't really mind what we do."

"I'd say ignoring is much more unfair, anyway. Your focus in impeccable." He couldn't help but feel guilty at that, ok so he had intentionally meant to ignore Jeremy so he could focus, but still he didn't like the idea of the guy actually feeling ignored.... even if that didn't make any sense. "Sorry.... eh... guess I will take the focus part as a compliment though. Just get stuck in when I start something..." He blushed AGAIN, bloody hell... at this rate there would be no blood left for the rest of his body.

"Aw, but I'm so comfortable,"

"I bet..." He muttered, finding himself fully aware of every point Jeremy touched him. It was so unfair that the guy had this sort of effect on him.... it was so far out of his experience range that he knew he was stumbling around blind. He would just have to work harder to make him squirm in return.... but what in the world did you do as payback to a guy who seemed to constantly dominate?

Bringing the drinks over after acknowledging Jeremy's request he placed them on the table and sat down, only then noticing that the guy had only half completed his request... yet, Dante couldn't say he didn't approve of the flesh that was revealed. He couldn't help but smirk, knowing all too well he was being played with... again. There were definitely a few trends appearing between them already. Turning his attention to his food he did his best to ignore Jeremy's attempt to rattle him.... though it was likely not working.

"Are we going to make it a legitimate goal to not sleep with each other this time?"

"Hell no!" He protested, knowing all too well who had been the one to break first last time, a repeat he did not fancy. Plus... what was the point now? Of course it took Dante a moment to realise that Jeremy was probably not being serious. Taking a sip from his drink he used it as a tool to keep his mouth shut... as least until a different train of thought took root.

"A regular then?" He found himself asking, wondering how many people kept restaurant numbers stored in their phones. How many guys had Jeremy taken to the joint? And why... did he feel unbelievable jealous at that? "Well, I have to go into town this weekend to get some new suits and plain shirts. So its up to you really, though I predict it will be pretty boring watching me shop... plus I would have to come back here anyway to get changed." It was then a thought occurred to him, "How 'posh' is this restaurant any way?" Would it be a suit job, casual wear... it all made a difference, and Dante didn't want to make a fool of himself.

Taking a bite of his food he paused for a moment to chew and swallow before asking, "Is there anything you need to do tomorrow?" Part of him had wanted to add 'I'm pretty easy' but he was pretty sure he had used that line once or twice already with this guy and so bit his lip.

Dante raised his eyes from the food and to Jeremy, catching sight of the guys chest on the way up. Fantastic, just when he had pretty much forgotten it.... well, a little bit at least. He didn't ask or comment but he couldn't help but wonder what the guy thought about the food.... though he was pretty sure the guy was going to play with him some more, at least if his other actions this evening were anything to go by.

Ok, so why was it that he hadn't even contemplated the whole business side of things? He knew better than most about the importance of wooing your clients at times... had done it a thousand times in the past... seriously something was wrong with him.

"Sounds good." He said with a smile, trying to cover up his expression. At least it wasn't too posh, he could live with shoes and a shirt.

"You, maybe," Dante couldn't help but gawp at the guy for a moment after he said that.... had seriously just said that out loud? Wait, of course he had. He shouldn't really have been surprised by it, the guy had always been forward.... it was actually one of the things Dante liked about the guy. Almost as if he didn't bother hiding his agenda, and boy, was that a refreshing change from what Dante was used to. Most of his life had gone completely differently to that, the main reason why he didn't want people to know who his Father was.... not because he was ashamed of the guy, far from it in truth, but simply because he didn't want everyone to change... and they usually always did. Though, he had to admit he was impressed that Jeremy hadn't, and for a moment he wondered if his little 'secret' had been shared with Phil.... especially since the guy seemed to be in the know about everything else they got up to. LIterally.

"Alright, so I can't make fun of your cooking anymore. Then again, hunger is the best seasoning, so my judgement could be off," He found himself chuckling a little at that, almost hearing the echo of his own 'compliments' with each word. Still, a compliment was a compliment and he would take it, even if he was nervous about the cake.... after all, that had been the thing he had dared to brag about. Yet as he ate his dinner and watched Jeremy do the same he had to admit he was starting to feel more confident about it. "Good good." He said, smiling a little.

The confidence didn't last however, the moment Jeremy 'attacked' him with his question about have sex and being enthusiastic he knew all too well he was in trouble. How the hell did he back out of this one? He was in a corner, and had no claws to bare. "Eh...." He ran his hand up his face, pausing over his eyes as he tried to hide for a moment. Gone was his teasing bravo, blank went his mind.... and hidden was his previous confidence. It took a moment for Dante to realise that he probably should let it get to him, after all they had had sex more than once... in more than one place... in fact, they had yet to repeat it in a single location! Messing up his hair as he looked down at his food, his eyes simply unable to engage with Jeremy's right now... or that bloody naked chest of his.... he had sooooooo done this on purpose! "Enthusiastic.... Indifference...." He started, "Not all that different." Ok, so even Dante knew he couldn't really get away with the 'indifference' remark, after all he had practically jumped out of his s**t when he had protested with a 'hell no'... even if it had been for a slightly different reason to wanting to guarantee the act. "I... eh.... it was more a conviction not to restrict...." Were these words really spilling out of his mouth? Had hell frozen over without him knowing or something? "....if we can or not." He decided to try and add a little joke, but as soon as the words had left his lips he felt incredibly stupid about speaking at all. "After all, I was the one that caved first last time... and who would have ever expected that one!"

He cut up his meat, trying his best to seem unaffected despite the fact that he clearly was. Jeremy just seemed to have a skill at pressing his buttons.... both good and bad. Finishing up his meal, Dante practically dashed back to the kitchen with his plate.... feeling almost as if he had a shield with the addition of the kitchen counters between them.

Grabbing another bowl he started to mix up the buttercream, prepared the first layer of the cake... covered. Placed the second on top.... repeat. There was still some mixture remaining so he spooned it into a piping bag, adding a 'star' nozzle before making little flowered stars all the way around the edging.... it was a good way not to waste the stuff... plus it made the cake look 'nicer', if he didn't say so himself. Knife, two plates, and two forks later, he put the thing down on the table in front of Jeremy. "Ta Da...." He found himself saying as he tried to hide his nerves. "I will let you have the honours of cutting it."