Part 9 - Hot Shot

This morning Downey came by my room around 8 am and we went downstairs to get some breakfast. We mainly talked about the meeting we had later today. It's in a few hours in the cooperatives offices and all we want to do until then is practice once last time.

We took our stuff and went over to the offices. Downey seemed like he knows the way around, he probably has had many more meetings here, so he talked with a few people and then showed me the way to the conference room we'll be using later.

We settled down and a woman came with two cups of coffee for us. We thanked her and then started getting ready. I placed the files in front of the seats, to have them ready when the people come in the room, and then took the pile of files I'll be needing in front of me.

We had a quick rehearsal and soon people started coming inside. They greeted Downey with big smiles, since they know him already, and he introduced me to every one of them. I was a little bit nervous for this meeting because I didn't want to screw up Downey's idea. It would be a thousand times worse than being responsible for the failure of one of my ideas.

But in the end everything turned out fine. Downey did most of the presenting, as planned, with his confident style and I did my few parts calmly and without any mistakes. The meeting lasted for almost two hours, involving the questions we had to answer, and I was left with the feeling it went good.

After that we went to a restaurant around the corner for lunch which Downey suggested. I had no reason not to trust his choice. I didn't even know of another place to suggest. It was in fact expensive and everything we ordered was delicious. From the food to the most expensive bottle of wine they had.

"Come by my room in an hour, I have some changes for the next meeting" he says to me when we're back at the hotel.

"Okay" I agree and get in my room.

I was hoping for some free time but I should be expecting that with Mr. Perfectionist on the other side of the hall I wouldn't have much. I shouldn't be complaining though, we're here for business after all.

I was watching TV when my phone started ringing. I wasn't expecting any calls so it scared me at first. I looked at the screen and it turned out to be Malcolm. We stayed on the phone talking about how was the meeting and how is it like working so closely with Downey. He did mention how boring his day was and that he'd love it for me to be there. I know from experience that when I'm at work and he's not there it's really boring. It's nice having a friend to talk to and have some fun in between working.

Before I realized it, it had been more than an hour since Downey asked me to go to his room so I hung up the phone call and went over. He opened his door and didn't seem happy.

"It would be appreciated if next time you show up on time" he says with a sarcastic tone.

"I'm sorry, I lost track of time because I was on the phone" I apologize and he shows me the way to a table where he has all the notes.

"Anyway, let's get to work. You saw how many questions they had, I have a few suggestions to simplify things" he clears his throat and takes a seat.

He explained to me what changes he wanted to make and since I had no problems with them we started working. I was still in the same clothes from the morning and he had his dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up. I could spot his suit on another chair and his tie thrown on top of it. It was around an hour later when we got distracted for the first time because of his cellphone. He looked at the screen and then put his pen down.

"Hey honey" he says softly and stands up from his seat.

He walks around the room while talking on the phone, far enough so I can't hear him. It only lasts a couple of minutes and then I see him coming back to me.

"Just wait until I get back, okay? Me too. Bye" he says and sits down again.

"Your wife?" I ask looking at him.

"Yes, who else could it be?" he replies and I raise an eyebrow.

"Make no mistake, Ms. Beck, I love my wife" he says.

"I'm sure you do" I say and look back at my notes.

"Is that sarcasm I detect in your voice?" he asks and makes me look back at him.

"I'm not saying you're lying, it's just that it's hard to believe you based on what I've seen" I reply and start thinking that maybe it was a bad idea bringing that back.

"What you saw doesn't change anything" he replies calmly.

"Alright, you love your wife. No denying in that" I say and turn back to my work.

He takes another few seconds before stopping looking at me but he finally goes back to his work as well. It was getting late so Downey ordered some food for both of us and when the room service was here he brought everything to the table we were working at. Once again I wasn't disappointed by the quality and taste of the food. It's like everything in this hotel is perfect. We continued our work normally after dinner but it didn't take long for Downey to put his notes aside and sigh.

"You know what? I think that's enough for today" he catches me by surprise.

I never would've thought that he'd be the one calling it a day. I create a pile of my notes and place my pen on top of it, suggesting I'm done too.

"Alright, I guess I'll see you tomorrow morning again" I smile and stand up.

"Am I that boring to you?" he asks when I'm on my feet.

"Why would you think that?"

"It seems like you're rushing to get out of here" he's looking into my eyes.

"I just assumed that since our work is done for today that you'd like to relax. We had a long day today" I try to explain myself.

"Well, what better way to relax than having a drink with you?" he asks and stands up.

He's in front of me, waiting for my answer. My moral compass is struggling once again.

"I'm afraid I can't join you for another drink, I've been wearing heels all day and my feet need some rest" I refuse.

"I'm not suggesting we go downstairs again. The same place two nights in a row can be pretty boring"

"Wherever we go it's the same to me. All the pairs of shoes I brought with me are heels" I shrug.

"Fortunately for you we'll be having a drink here. You don't have to have your heels on" he says and walks over to the minibar.

Oh, hell no.

"In fact, you're welcome to take off anything else that might be bothering you" he continues with his back turned on me.

We're not in your imagination, Downey.

"There's nothing else bothering me" I reply and roll my eyes now that he can't see me.

He's leaning down looking through the minibar. His perfectly round behind is popping up in those dress pants making it impossible for my eyes to leave the sight.

He turns around holding a bottle and two glasses. He takes a seat on the couch and places them on the table in front of him. He starts pouring the liquor into the glasses and when he's done he looks at me.

"Are you waiting for a special invitation to join me?" his stupid grin appears again and I sigh before sitting next to him.

"Cheers" I say and we clink our glasses before taking the first sip.

I make a funny grimace when I swallow it because it burns my throat.

"Not a heavy drinker, huh?" Downey asks grinning.

"Not anymore, no. What is that?" I question since I can't recognize the taste.

"Just rum...with high ABV" he laughs.

"What's ABV supposed to mean?" I shake my head confused.

"Alcohol by volume" he replies and takes another sip.

"I'll have that in mind" I nod.

"So you're telling me you used to be a heavy drinker?" the disbelief coming from his voice is so annoying.

"Just because I'm not familiar with that term doesn't mean I haven't been a heavy drinker" I roll my eyes.

"Whatever you say, Ms. Beck. I'm not in the mood to argue with you" he exhales sharply.

"Really? And what are you in the mood for?" I ask and not a second passes by before I regret it.

And that's because he turned to look at me with the most devilish look I've ever seen him use. A mischievous smirk and a pair of hot concentrated eyes.

"I'm in the mood to get to know you better" he finally speaks.

What the f*ck does that even mean?

He raises his glass for another sip and then exhales deeply and just looks at me. His half parted lips, his shirt with the top buttons undone, his unstyled hair, everything just makes me sexually frustrated right now.

Trying to hide my extreme arousal I take my own drink back in my hand and take another sip. It burns me just the same but I'm too busy to worry about that.

"What exactly would you like to know?" I ask and I really hope I wasn't mumbling.

"You never gave me your middle name" he says and I chuckle.

"What is it with you and my middle name? It's stupid, I don't like people knowing about it" I laugh.

"The fact that you're denying to share it with me makes me edgy to learn it"

"I told you to look at my file, you can find it there" I lean back into the couch comfortably and he looks at me eagerly.

"I'm way too busy to look around files for a middle name. I have a company to run in case you haven't noticed"

Too busy for that but not too busy to be screwing around with the interns.

"I'm sorry but this is all I can share about it" I playfully say.

"How about that? Give me a few chances to guess it and if I don't you get a day off"

"You've already given me a whole week off, I don't need any more time off" I reject his offer.

"What do you want for exchange then?" he sighs desperately.

"Nothing" I smile enjoying it.

"What if I make it more interesting?" he asks after looking away for a few seconds.

"What do you mean?" he now has piqued my curiosity.

"Every time I make a wrong guess I'll have a shot. I see enough shot glasses over there" he points at a spot and then looks at me.

"You're not serious" I say laughing.

"Hell yes, I am" he stands up and takes all the glasses from their previous spot and brings them back here with us.

He starts filling them all up one by one and when he's done he puts the bottle aside.

"So, is it a deal?" he asks me.

"If you're dumb enough to actually fall in your own trap, then yes"

"We have a deal then... Patricia" he waits for me to answer if that's my middle name.

"Nope" I say amused and he smiles.

First shot.

"Paula?" he asks right away but I shake my head.

Second shot.

"Phoebe? It sounds good on you" he makes another attempt.

"It's not a common name, try harder" I laugh.

Third shot.

"F*ck" he complains.

"Ready to give up?" I ask.

"No. Priscilla?" he practically chuckles when he asks me that.

"God, no" I laugh.

Fourth shot.

He groans to the feeling of his throat burning and shakes his head.

"Piper?" he asks breathing quickly.

"No. But that's enough" I try to stop him from getting another shot but he manages to get it anyway.

Fifth shot.

"This is amusing but we have work to do tomorrow, you can't be hangover"

"I won't be, don't worry, Pocahontas" he smiles.

"I'm not even going to count that as a try" I say laughing.

"Wait, I think I got it" he says and looks at me as seriously as he can.

"I'm all ears" I sigh and wait for him to tell me.

"It's Precious, isn't it?" his eyes are full of excitement.

"No, but that was very close"

Sixth shot.

"Goddammit" he groans loudly.

"Give up, Downey"

"Never" he says and hits his hand on the table.

I see the alcohol has started kicking in.

"Pink?" he asks and his eyes are begging for it to be Pink.

"Stop guessing, I'll just let you know" I say sternly to make him stop drinking but that doesn't work.

Seventh shot.

"It's Princess, okay?" I say and hide my face in my hands from the embarrassment.

He's silent for a second and then I hear him bursting out in laughter. I've never heard him laugh like that before. He's having the time of his life. I can blame the alcohol for that, probably.

"Your name is Princess?" he asks me with actual tears in his eyes.

"No, that's my middle name. My name is Olivia. This is why I didn't want you to know" I say and hit his arm playfully.

"Who the f*ck names their kid Princess? Do you maybe have a brother named Prince?" he's still laughing so I sigh and stand up.

"No, I don't. I'm heading off, don't forget to wake up tomorrow morning" I say and start walking away with my purse.

"No, wait, I'm sorry" he says seriously.

"It's late, Downey" I sigh again.

"But we're having fun" he stands up and hits the table with his knee on his way to me, causing him to curse loudly.

"Have some sleep, we'll talk tomorrow" I open the door to get out but he catches me and pushes it back before I can get out.

"What the f*ck?" I turn to face him to complain but he pushes me against the door strongly.

His hand is pressed on the door, not allowing me to move. We're both breathing fast. I don't know what he's doing. His eyes are roaming around my face. I knew I should've stopped him from drinking so many shots at once.

"Jesus Christ, Downey, you're drunk" I growl.

He stays there without saying anything. The only sound he makes is the sound of his heavy breathing. I try to get him off of me but he's much stronger and it's pointless. For my bad luck, being under his control is a huge turn on for me but I really hope he can't understand it. Fortunately, he's not in his best shape.

"Just f-" my words are interrupted by his lips.

I fight him back but after a few seconds I let down my guard and give into the kiss. I let my purse fall on the floor and use both my hands to deepen the kiss. I cup his face strongly with them, pulling him as close to me as I can. Eventually we part our lips to breathe but he comes back stronger. He attacks my neck with those puffy lips of his and I can't stop myself from letting a moan escape my mouth.

He immediately moves his hands around my body while his lips are once again keeping mine company. The best company they've had lately. Or ever. Damn, he's a great kisser. His tongue is eager and very playful, I can't get enough of him.

It's ridiculous how wet I am.

He grabs my hips and I wrap my legs around his waist. He stumbles and stops on every wall, not wanting the making out to stop. His groans are like music to my ears. He takes a few fast steps and throws us both on the insanely comfortable bed.

His hands find my zipper and start unzipping my dress while his lips are devouring mine. I feel his erection grinding against me through his dress pants and roll my eyes back, this time though in pleasure. I can't imagine what is it going to feel like when he's inside of me.

Is this really happening?

What the hell am I doing?

Suddenly I come to my senses and realize how much I'm going to regret everything tomorrow. I push his body away from mine and stand up quickly. He seems so turned on and confused and I bet so do I.

"Are you nuts? Where are you going?" he complains loudly as I run through the hallway in my half unzipped dress.

"Go to bed, Downey, you're f*cking drunk" I shake my head and take my purse from the floor.

"I was already in bed, with you!" he shouts just before I open the door.

"I mean to sleep. Goodnight, Downey" I say and quickly open the door before he reaches me again

"Wait!" he yells but I shut the door behind me.

I take my card out as fast as I can and unlock my door. It's suddenly so difficult concidering that my hands are shaking. I get inside and shut it behind me, feeling safe and protected. My heart is beating unbelievably fast. I hear Downey's door opening and I try to stay as quiet as I can to avoid him understanding I'm sitting on the floor just in front of my door.

"F*cking sh*t" he curses and shuts his door powerfully.

I exhale to relax myself and then hear another loud sound. It sounds like he punched or kicked the door hardly. After that there's not another sound coming from outside so I collapse on the bed trying to realize everything that just happened.

A/NSorry for the late update but I had many things to fit into this chapter! Let me know what you think❤️