The Superbowl is in two days now and Amelia is being even more stressed out by the hour. I have never seen her so erratic but the commercials her company are making for this event bring her a lot of recognition and money so she has to succeed and make them noticeable as so many future clients will be watching. There's this one particular commercial she hasn't finished yet as the client keeps demanding last minute ajustements, calling in the middle of the night, not caring about the time difference. He is very important considering she gave him her personal phone number. Amelia has come home very late for the past four days, after I put Lily to bed and we barely have had a discussion together as she would just collapse in bed next to me where I would cling to her body. But I won't blame her, I know how much her job means to her and I know better than to act like the needy girlfriend. I try to be as supportive as I can though, sending her texts at random hours to let her know she's on my mind, even if I don't often get an answer, I know she reads them and hope they help make her days a little easier.

She's living tomorrow morning for Florida. Her client invited her to watch the Superbowl. But I really want to see her before Monday morning, when her flight back home is scheduled. I know she'll work very late again tonight so my only option is to go meet her at work and bring her lunch. She has to stop working to eat but just in case I text her to ask if she has something planned at lunchtime. And she says she doesn't but doesn't wonder why I asked.

It's 11am and as the idea just popped into my head it leaves me no time to cook something so I ask her chauffeur to stop at one of her favourite restaurants and I get take aways. When I arrive in the lobby of her building it's almost noon. I give my name to the receptionist but she has no idea who I am, of course, and she doesn't remember me. The previous time I didn't have crutches either. I try to call Amelia but she's too busy to answer her phone. And the receptionist refuses to call her PA. Just my luck... But then thankfully I see the young intern who had escorted me to Amelia's office in December and I hail her. She turns around and looks at me arching one eyebrow. "Hi! I'm Amelia's girlfriend. She won't answer her phone and the receptionist won't let me access the building."

"Yeah I remember you. But Mrs Sheffield didn't say anything about a girlfriend or any woman visiting. She's busy right now."

"I know she's busy....with the Superbowl. But listen, I'm sure she'll be very pissed off if you don't let me in."

She doesn't need to think twice and nods in the direction of the elevator we enter together, and up to Amelia's floor.

"You better not lie to me about this. I could be in so much trouble for letting you in."

When we arrive on the top floor I can feel the tension on every one's faces. People are running in all directions and complaining...about Amelia? "She's being such a bitch." "Can't wait for the Superbowl to be over to get some rest." " The boss needs to get laid, she's such a pain in the ass." " I'm not sure she's getting any. Maybe that's why she's a bitch."

Wow. I won't certainly repeat that to her but I sympathise with her employees. I remember how mad she had been at the museum when her coffee had been sweetened. I can only imagine how much she must release her stress on them. I enter a large open space and hear her shrill voice. She's furious and her employees are staring at her with fear in their eyes. She's barking at them their assignments for the next hours "and you'd better be done before the deadline or I'll fire you all." She threatens. As she turns around to leave her eyes meet mine and she tells me in the softest voice "Juliette? What are you doing here?" I notice her employees behind her back all turned their heads at the same time, wondering what had made their boss so soft suddenly.

"Hey. I brought you lunch. I thought...we could eat together before your weekend in Florida."

"That's very sweet of you. I could use a break." She pecks me on the lips and leads the way, carrying the bags of food. I quickly mouth a "told you so" to the intern who brought me here and she's relieved.

Amelia and I sit on two armchairs close to her desk and she takes the food out. "You brought my favourite?" she says as she unwraps the contents of the bags. "Sure. I would have cooked but I had no time this morning." She kisses me, thanking me and she asks how I managed to get in the building. I leave the receptionist out of the story not wanting her to get in trouble but Amelia senses I didn't tell her the whole truth and she pushes a button on the phone on her desk. Someone immediately answers and I can hear everything as we are on speaker phone. It's Amelia's PA and she tells her she wants to see a girl named Patricia ASAP.

We start eating and she explains to me one of the latest dilemmas she's facing. Her team has shot so many sequences for one commercial and she can't decide which to keep and which to delete, especially now that her client is also having an opinion and getting way too involved.

We pause our discussion when we hear a knock on the door. Amelia tells the person on the other side to come in and the receptionist does. When she catches my eyes she blushes and knows she's about to face the wrath of her boss. I know it too, so I quickly but subtly put my hand under Amelia's right sleeve and stroke her forearm softly.

"Patricia, I would like you to add a person on the list of authorised people to enter my building."

She is surprised by Amelia's calm tone but gulps all the same. "Of course Mrs Sheffield." She takes her ipad and waits for her boss to give her the name. "Miss Juliette Fischer." The receptionist writes my name and looks at Amelia in apprehension. "I would hate to miss lunch because someone hasn't allow my girlfriend inside." The girl mumbles something barely audible but which sounds like an apology before dashing out.

Amelia just keeps on explaining to me why she's stuck as if nothing had happened but I stop her. I need her to describe to me in detail what she has in mind, the project as a whole, not just the problem, I want to see the commercial as she sees it in her head, what she wants it to mean and she takes her time to do so. Half way through she stops talking and presses the button on her desk again, asking for someone to be sent to her office.

"Baby you're a genius!" She exclaims kissing me.

"Yeah tell me something I'm not aware of already...but hum, what did I do?"

" I was stuck and I needed to look at the broader picture again. This is just what you made me do. And I know how to finish the commercial now. It's going to be awesome."

The door opens after a quick knock and I see shock in Amelia's face as she just realised she had not been thinking in her excitement. I turn my face to the door and see her, the girl from the club.

"You asked for me Mrs Sheffield?"

Amelia clears her throat and looks at me briefly. "Yes, I know how we can finish the commercial. Tell everyone to meet me in twenty minutes in the conference room."

She nods and walks to the door but Amelia stops her "Nathalie?" She turns around. "Also, I'd like to introduce my girlfriend. Juliette Fischer."

"Oh nice to meet you Miss Fischer. Can I bring you two coffee?"

"Yes, you know where my mug is. Juliette?"

"No thank you I'm good."

She leaves us and Amelia puts her hand on top of mine and tries to unclasp my fingers. Unconsciously, I had stopped stroking her forearm and had started inserting my nails in her skin when Nathalie had appeared. "Baby? I'm sorry. I.... She still works for me, nothing has happened since...you know..."

"It's alright. I knew I might bump into her. Let's not make it more awkward ok? I'm glad I could help you. Just go finish this commercial so I can have you back all to myself." I say standing. But Amelia grabs me by the waist and sits me on the desk. She stands in between my legs and starts kissing my neck. "About that...how would you like to come with me to Florida?" She asks in between kisses, but then she stops to inspect my eyes and she mistakes my silence for a negative answer, so she quickly adds "actually, never mind, it's probably going to be boring for you, we usually end up talking business...Forget I asked."

She seems sad and lost in her thoughts for a moment. I cup her cheek and she leans on my palm, closing her eyes.

"Amelia, do you want me to go?"

"No, I wasn't thinking straight. You don't have to go."

"Amelia. Look at me." She finally does and I add "You promised to always tell me the truth remember? Do you want me to go with you to Florida?"

"Yes, I'd love you to come with me." she whispers, as if afraid to admit it.

"I'd love to come. It's just...being a mom doesn't work with spur of the moment decisions. And I haven't been, away from Lily long."

"I understand, I don't know why I didn't get the idea earlier. Another time then."

"You're not trying very hard." I say, amused she would give up so easily on her idea. She archs her eyebrow at me and her eyes switch from sadness to hope.

"Please? Could you....ask Lea to babysit her. Tell her...tell her she can stay at the Penthouse the entire weekend."

I chuckle "If Lea spends the weekend we won't ever get her out."

Amelia laughs and I promise her I'll text Lea on my way out. I try sitting up and standing but Amelia leans into me and I have to clasp the edge of the desk to prevent myself from falling flat on her desk. She kisses my neck and I have to bite my bottom lip to suppress a moan as she starts sucking on that spot I love behind my jaw. Her hands are on my back and move down to my ass and under my thighs. She grabs them and wraps them around her waist, hungrily kissing my lips and gaining access inside my mouth. I moan some more, totally turned on as her hip is now pressed between my legs.

"Here's your cof...shit Mrs Sheffield forgive me."

Amelia breaks the kiss and giggles. "You won't have trouble getting access to my office anymore. Everyone knows who you are by now." She doesn't seem bothered we were caught in this position on her desk but I know my cheeks are red. I push her gently so I can stand and she hands me back my crutches. "I'll let you know Lea's answer."

"No need. I'm positive she'll agree. That's just the sort of friend she is."

"She's growing on you isn't she?"

"No! I just meant she's the kind to take advantage of a situation."

I walk to Amelia and slowly move my head from right to left. She can say whatever she wants I can see right through her. She's this tough boss with such a hard skin and awful temper but she's probably one of the sweetest person I know. "Right. That's exactly my Lea."

Amelia opens the door of her office for me and walks me to the elevator. I can feel dozens of pairs of eyes behind my back. At least those mean comments got some answers. Yup their boss is getting laid. And I smile to myself cos I'm the one she's getting laid with and I love that rare are those who get to know the real Amelia.