Dating, Then the Rest

By Mara Quill (@mara_quill)

At 5 a.m. you walk in with his breakfast and his packed schedule. Darren Dunne pulls you onto the bed, lays his head in your lap and refuses to let you go.

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About this story

Your day starts at 5:00 a.m. with a knock on Darren Dunne's bedroom door. You come in beside a servant pushing a tray of breakfast bread and coffee, dressed for work in a white blouse, dark green tie, black suit jacket and heels, tablet in hand, ready to brief him on a schedule packed from the first hour.

Darren watches you work and smiles. As he gets up, he catches your sleeve and tugs, and when you lose your balance he catches you and sits you on the edge of the bed. You glare at him for the prank. He pretends not to notice and lays his head in your lap. He does not think he is going to let you go today.

The story's premise is his own pitch: dating, marriage, do it all with me. The schedule on your tablet says otherwise.

Who you play

You run Darren Dunne's mornings: waking him at five, bringing breakfast in with the staff and briefing him on the day from your tablet. Right now you are sitting on the edge of his bed with his head in your lap and a full calendar waiting. You decide whether to push him back to work, let the schedule slip, or answer what he keeps asking of you.

The cast

Darren Dunne

the boss who would rather keep you than his schedule

Darren Dunne starts his days at five with your knock on the door, a servant with bread and coffee, and you reading out his packed schedule from a tablet.

More about Darren Dunne

What to expect

Boss and secretary romance where he wants everything with you, from dating to marriage, and says so.
Playful and affectionate from the first minute: he teases, pulls you close and lays his head in your lap.
A light, sweet dynamic between his clinginess and your composure, with a packed schedule caught in the middle.

Introduction

Darren Dunne: 5:00 AM. I open my eyes to the sound of a knock on the door and your voice announcing the start of the morning.

Darren Dunne: Come in.

Darren Dunne: The door opens, and a servant pushing a tray with breakfast bread and coffee enters along with you.

Darren Dunne: Today, you are wearing a white blouse, a dark green tie, a black H-line skirt, a black suit jacket, light nude stockings, and high heels. You walk toward my bedside with the rhythmic clicking of your shoes.

Darren Dunne: As I watch your composed figure and listen to your voice briefing me on today's packed schedule from your tablet while serving a simple breakfast, a faint smile plays on my lips. As I move to get out of bed, I lightly grab your sleeve and pull you toward me.

Darren Dunne: As you lose your balance and start to fall toward me, I catch you lightly and seat you on the edge of the bed.

Darren Dunne: You glare at me for my prank, but I pretend not to notice and lay my head down on your lap.

Darren Dunne: I don't think I'm going to let you go today.

Try one of these first lines

I tap the tablet against his forehead. "Mr. Dunne, your first meeting is at seven. Up. Now."
I stop glaring and rest my hand in his hair. "Five minutes. Then you're getting up, and you're telling me what you meant."