Part 8 - The Hotel

It's Thursday. Today we're flying to D.C, and by we I mean me and Downey. We'll be working all morning together back in the company but after lunch we'll both leave to get ready for the flight.

Working with him has been nothing but a torture. He's a perfectionist and he's way much more experienced than I am which means he sees two steps in front of me and has better ideas than me. But it's also fun. I get to see him a lot and get to know him as much as I can. He's not the most sharing person so that's limited.

Aside from learning a good amount of things from him that can help me at work, I also learn something new everyday. There are feelings growing inside me. But not love or anything like that. It's just physical. Everytime I look at him I want to jump on him. My need to feel him against me and inside me grows each day.

But, fortunately, I've successfully managed to maintain myself. I always have in the back of my head that he's married and I'm almost sure that if he wasn't things would have been much different by now.

We went over everything we've been working on these last couple of days and made sure nothing was unfinished. He told me to be ready at 6 and that he would come pick me up from my house. I wasn't particularly eager for him to do that but he insisted a lot and eventually I gave up, thinking it wasn't a big deal.

I drove back home and prepared my suitcase. We are going to stay there for 4 nights so I have to get a handful of clothes. I know we'll be there for business but who knows, maybe I'll find the time to do something outside the hotel. Not wanting to overdo it, I packed whatever I thought was necessary and then had something for lunch.

At 6 o'clock sharp I heard my buzzer and saw through the camera that Downey was outside my building.

"I'll be right down" I say and wear my coat.

"Won't you invite me in?" he asks and I'm sure he has that stupid grin on his lips even though it's not visible from the camera.

"We're going to be late" it's an excuse obviously, I just don't want him in here.

"No, we're not. Don't be rude, Olivia" it's the first time he calls me by my first name.

Olivia never sounded so good.

He then looks straight at the camera and I exhale deeply, with the speaker closed of course. He's so stubborn. Can't he see I don't want him up here?

"Fine, 5th floor" I say and buzz him inside.

I see his cocky grin before he gets inside the building and then wait for him by the door. He comes out of the elevator and when he sees me he walks over to me. I invite him in and notice he's looking around observing everything.

"You really didn't have to come all the way up here" I say shutting the door.

"I wouldn't let you carry your luggage by yourself"

"I only have a suitcase and my purse" I roll my eyes.

"That's not a nice way to treat someone who's simply trying to help you, is it?" he asks glancing over at me.

"You're right, I apologize" I fake smile at him and he turns around.

He starts walking down the hall and I inhale sharply trying to remain calm.

"What exactly do you think you're doing?" I question but he doesn't stop walking.

"You're not offering me a tour so I decided to take it myself" he says.

I shake my head and follow him. He's checking out every room of the house without saying anything. Not that there are many rooms, just the bedroom, the bathroom, the kitchen, the living room and a guests room. The last room he gets in to is my bedroom. That has to be intentional.

"Your bed looks comfortable" he looks me in the eyes and if he hadn't realized by now that I'm not happy about his little tour, he must have understood it now.

"Yes, why don't you try it by yourself?" I ask sarcastically and roll my eyes again.

"Great idea" he says and walks over to it.

What the hell?

He jumps on it and makes a satisfied sound. All I do is give him a cold look while patiently waiting for him to get up. Instead, he places his arms behind his head and smirks annoyingly.

"We'll miss our flight" I make an attempt to convince him.

"Even more comfortable than it looks" he comments on the bed completely ignoring me.

"Alright, thank you. It's time to go now though" I sigh.

He ignores me once again and starts making me mad. I see him jumping slightly up and down, moving his hips mostly. He's enjoying this, I can't believe this.

Although, him moving his hips like that puts inappropriate thoughts in my head.

I'm about to roll my eyes once again but I catch the beautiful sight of his shirt that's tight around his chest by the way he moves. He's not wearing a tie and that allows me to take a glimpse of his chest in between two buttons.

Wake up from your daydream, you fool.

"That's enough, get out of my bed" I say pissed.

When I reach him I stretch my hand to grab him and pull him out of the bed but instead he grabs my hand and pulls me on the bed with him. I let out a small scream but I'm immediately breathless when I find myself underneath his body.

It's suddenly getting too hot in here.

"I don't like being ordered around" he says deeply, looking straight into my eyes.

His face is millimeters away from mine. I can actually feel him breathing. He has my hands pinned over my head and if anything this is making me feel so turned on.

"Well, it is my house" I emphasise on the 'my'.

He clenches his jaw and takes a few seconds before replying.

"You could've asked nicely" his voice sounds more like a whisper.

His eyes are not on mine anymore, they're on my lips. I'm not doing anything different myself. I'm staring at his beautiful lips.

Oh, how badly I want to close that small gap between us.

My heart is beating like crazy, my blood is boiling, and most importantly I'm completely aroused. The two voices in my head are fighting. The one is telling me to kiss him and the other to get him off of me and do the right thing.

"Would you please get out of my bed?" I ask with a deep tone. My freaking voice sounds so cracked, I hate it.

His eyes meet mine again and he seems like he's thinking about something. It's almost like he has the same two voices fighting inside his own head.

What am I thinking? He already listened to the bad voice when he cheated on his wife.

"Of course" he replies and sets my hands free.

He breaks that deep eye contact and stands up. I follow his steps and get up as well. We both gulp and take a few breaths.

"Let's go, we don't want to lose our flight" he says after checking his watch.

I shake my head, holding myself back from hitting him and then we both go back to the living room. I get my purse and he takes my suitcase for me. I lock the door behind me and we silently go to his car. I sit on the passenger's seat and he starts driving. Thankfully he turned on the radio because the silence and awkwardness between us would've killed me.

We only exchanged the few necessary words on our way to the plane and then we took our seats. They were first class tickets and out seats were next to each other. I had the one by the window which felt like a huge relief because I could use the view to distract me when in reality the thing I want to do is to grab him and pull him all over me.

During the flight we barely spoke. He concentrated on work and I mostly looked outside the window. The last thing I wanted was to have a few seconds of awkward eye contact with him. At least the flight was short and we arrived on time without any complications. We took our suitcases and Downey called a taxi to take us to the hotel.

It was a few minute drive but this time there was a little conversation going on. Well, mostly between Downey and the driver but sometimes I joined them. When we arrived Downey paid him and someone came to pick our suitcases for us. I asked him how much did it cost but he said I shouldn't worry about it because it's on the company.

I took a moment to look at the hotel. It's very fancy, the fanciest I've ever been to. I look around amazed by it and next to me there is Downey looking at me smiling.

"Wait until you see the suites" he says.

"Suites?" I ask shocked.

"Did you think I would let us stay in everyday rooms? Especially when it's all paid by the company" he raises an eyebrow and makes me laugh.

He went to the reception and after a minute he came back with the cards to our suites. I couldn't be any more excited. We got in the elevator with many other people and as we went higher and higher they all left since our suites were on the highest floor. We walked together to our doors and stopped outside of them.

"Which one would you like?" he asks and shows me both cards.

"Are they different?"

"No, they're the same"

"Then I'll just pick this one" I say and take a card randomly.

It's the one on my right. I use it to open the door and then push it wide open. I'm immediately speechless. It's so elegant, so classy yet so modern and so big.

"Get used to it, Ms. Beck. We'll be spending a lot of time together in these suites" Downey says before entering his own suite.

I get inside and get to know the room. Everything about it is perfect. The bed, the bathroom, the small hall. It smells so nicely and has a great view of the city. After my things arrived I took a shower and relaxed on my bed wearing my pyjamas and watching TV.

I heard a knock on the door and looked through the peephole to see it was Downey on the other side of the door. I opened the door slightly, not wanting him to see me dressed like this and waited to see what he wanted. I could've sworn he told me we'd start working tomorrow.

"Ready to sleep already?" he asks noticing my clothes.

"No, I just had a shower and didn't bother wearing anything else"

"Why don't you wear something nice to join me for a drink downstairs?" I'm not sure if he's asking or ordering me.

"I'm not sure it's the best idea for now, I'm a little tired from the trip" I use an excuse.

"Don't overreact, it was a short one. I'll be back in thirty minutes" he says and turns around to get back to his room.

I shut the door and sigh deeply. What is this? We're going for drinks together now? I curse in between my teeth and choose one of the outfits I brought with me. I don't have much time to think about which one so I simply pick a dress with matching heels and proceed with my make up.

I don't usually need much time to get ready but now that I have only limited time I feel like I'm not going to make it. Gladly, I had no problem applying everything, even the eyeliner, and I was ready on time. Downey came at my door again and I opened it for him, this time dressed up.

"Fantastic" he says under his breath and gives me his elbow.

He's not wearing a suit and this must be the first time I see him without one. He's wearing a blue sweater and sunglasses. He must have forgotten to take them off. He looks so different without his fancy three piece suits but one thing remains the same. The fact that he's hot no matter what.

We went together to the bar downstairs and took our seats on an empty table. A waiter came to take our order and came back with our drinks quickly. The music in the background was not loud which helped us communicate easily. For the first time we actually had conversations that weren't about work and it didn't feel awkward at all. There were no silent pauses and we never ran out of things to say.

We shared some stories from our lives and it turns out that he was pretty interesting. Behind all that seriousness there's a funny person hiding. He told me about the places he's visited, that are a lot, and we were generally having a nice time. Of course there were moments when I would just get lost and admire his looks.

Don't get me wrong, he wasn't boring, it's just that what I was looking at was much more interesting than anything he had to say at this point.

A couple of hours and two drinks later we decided to call it a night so Downey asked for the check and took off his wallet to pay again.

"I already told you not to worry about it" he says when he sees me willing to pay for my share.

"There's no way these are on the company, I don't think they sent us here to have drinks" I shake my head in disbelief.

"I'm in charge of the expenses. I'll just tell them how much it costed, they won't ask for the details" he says proudly.

"So, in a way, we're taking advantage of the company?" I ask smiling.

"I don't like seeing it that way, but I guess you could say so" he smiles back and we go to the elevator.

This time it's late and there aren't people around. We get inside by ourselves and press the button to our floor. I see Downey exhaling in discomfort and I wonder why.

"It's a little hot in here, isn't it?" he asks and before I can answer he wears his sunglasses, that he was holding in his hands all this time, and pulls his sweater above his head.

He's only left with a white t-shirt that allows me to take a good look at his biceps. Okay, I didn't expect him to be this muscular and I definitely didn't need to see that now. It was already hard for me not to drool over him but now that he placed the sweater beautifully around his neck I'm struggling.

Like his looks and brains weren't enough, he also has to be stylish.

I take my eyes off of him and patiently wait for the elevator to reach our floor. It's taking an awful lot of time and I'm feeling hotter by the second. With the corner of my eye I see him relaxed on one corner of the elevator with his hand pressed against one wall. He's glancing at me with a serious look in his eyes.

God, what have I done to you to deserve this kind of punishment?

Finally we reach our floor and I get out of the elevator quickly. Downey follows my pace and we're both outside our doors. Our rooms are facing each other and so are we now.

"Thank you for keeping me company tonight, Ms. Beck. I hope you had a nice time" his voice low and the way he speaks slow.

"I did. Thank you, too"

"See you tomorrow morning, Ms. Beck. Have a nice night" he says and eyes me up and down slowly.

"Good night, Mr. Downey" I say back to him and then get in my room, closing the door behind me quickly.

I let out a relieved sigh and fall on the bed. Why is this man making me feel like this? And why does he manage to do it so easily? Knowing I have to get up tomorrow morning early, I get ready for bed and after what seems like hours I manage to drift off. Only if my thoughts would let me fall asleep earlier...

A/NThis chapter ended up a little bigger than expected, I hope it wasn't tiring!

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