Chapter 6

The next few days passed with Oscar still being grumpy, but Rosie patiently handled him. Oscar never missed a chance to show how much he hated her. But Rosie knew better, she knew it was all an act. Every time he would say something rude to her, she could see the flash of guilt in his eyes. He had built this defensive wall around him. But why?, Rosie thought. 



She could sense that Oscar was a lone-wolf. He had no visit from his family except for his occasional colleagues who would only discuss work. What does it take for a man like him to loosen up a little? 



Even though Mr. Jones hardly spoke to her, Rosie had a really good time with him. She took care of him with all her heart. Behind that arrogant attitude, Rosie could sense a soft side of him. Like that one time when she burnt her hand accidentally while serving him coffee, he asked her thrice if she was okay. Who does that? Three times!



And the times when it was too hard for both to ignore the sexual tension between them, Oscar would get ruder than before. Rosie was beginning to understand his rudeness and was actually beginning to like it. Was that weird?


The wall he had built around himself was impenetrable. She just wanted him to lay down one brick. 


Just one.


She'd take care of the rest.


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"Hey, how have you been?", Rosie asks while entering The Cube at the same time while Oscar steps out of the bathroom. Limping. Shirtless. 


Rosie gasped. For a moment He looked like the great Adonis. Every muscle, every ridge in his body looked like it was chiseled by the finest of the Sculptors. Apart from the few bruises by the accident, his skin was flawless. Rosie just stood there, looking at him. Not hiding her lust for him while she memorised every muscle of his upper body and praying to touch it. And as if he read her mind...


"Are you going to just stand there or help me to bed?", she could hear the cockiness in his voice. 


Oscar could clearly see the desire in her eyes. It's not like she tried to hide it anyway. He had seen the desire in women's eyes before. But it was nothing like this. All those women before, their desire was adulterated by some far ulterior motive. They desired not just him, but his fame, his money. But this? This was pure lust. It was something far stronger than the lust. He was too close giving in and admitting that he felt it too. He willed on his last remains of control and did what he had to do. He wanted to feel her hands on him. He wanted to give himself the pleasure-- by giving her the pleasure to touch him.



Rosie pursed her lips contemplating on what he just said. She knew the affect he had on her, and now she was beginning to think he knew it too. Just seeing him in this form was driving her crazy, touching him would definitely push her off the edge. 


But of course, she couldn't say 'No' now, could she?


She walked forward and hesitated for a while. She didn't want to accidentally touch his bruises. Oscar looked at her making the decision. She was frowning. She was either repulsed by the thought of touching him or she was too excited that she didn't know where to start. I hope it's the latter, Oscar thought. If not for the lust in her eyes, Oscar would have thought he had no affect on her. How she managed to be this composed, he had no idea. He could literally feel the shiver running through his spine just by anticipating her touch.


This is one frustrating woman...


He grabbed her hand and wrapped it around his waist. And he wrapped his hand around her shoulders, pulling her closer to him. He knew there was some attraction between each other. But, what he discovered now shocked him to the core of his soul. Having her so close, touching him so innocently, he had never expected this strong sensuous feel, he had never expected the primal need he felt to have her, he had never expected this pure unadulterated passion and he had never, in his entire life of 32 years, expected the awakening of his desire and the need of possession. 



"You know, I couldn't help but wonder how did you actually make it to the bathroom in the first place!", she asked, slowly putting him down on his bed.


"You know, I couldn't help but wonder why did you actually not voice this before helping me to bed!", He smirked making her blush. "Looks like we both wanted to help me to bed!".


He settled in his bed resting his back at the headrest and reached for his T-shirt. 


"Give me that", Rosie pointed at the T-shirt extending her hand.

"Why?"

"Just give me that", she persisted. 

"Here you go", he tossed the T-shirt at where she was sitting. 


She could smell his scent on the tshirt and tried really hard not to bring it to her nose and inhale it deeply. She rolled it up and tucked it behind her neck, using it as a pillow as
she reclined back on the chair and grinned up at him.


He raised an eyebrow, amused. "If you wanted a pillow you could have asked", he pointed at an extra pillow beside him.


" Sure, but this way I'm killing two birds with one stone. I have a pillow and I... have you shirtless", she raked her smirking eyes over his chest. A little flirting won't harm anyone. Maybe I will help him loosen up a bit. But when she saw his reaction to her, she knew she wanted more from him than just flirting.


His muscles hardened at her brazen approach. How can she be all soft and shy at one moment and feisty and bold in the next? Ms. Taylor is a surprise package! Oscar wondered, he was clearly amused by the vixen in front of him. 


"Are you enjoying your hunting?", Oscar asked. "Its only fair if I enjoyed it too", he added.


"You want me to go shirtless", Rosie gulped. "Dream on my friend", she muttered. What have I done? Have I taken it too far?



Now wouldn't that be just great! He grinned at her. "Well... No, but I could atleast see that tattoo you've got on your back." Praying inside that she won't deny him that pleasure. 
He had seen a glimpse of that tattoo once before, but he wanted to see the whole thing. The curiosity had been killing him. He had figured her to be a stay-at-home nerd. Never had he imagined Ms. Taylor to be this reckless to get herself a tattoo. There's more for you than what meets the eye!


She pretended to think about it, secretly happy that he was flirting with her too. "Okay deal." She agreed. "But promise me you won't say anything about it."


"Oh come on. Just show it already!", He exclaimed.



She moved to his bed turned away and sat beside him. She was wearing a loose-fitted ivory coloured silk blouse and blue jeans. She pulled her jeans low a couple of inches and lifted her blouse. She was wincing quietly anticipating his reaction. Although she told everyone it was a stupid mistake, she secretly admired herself for getting it done and she was quite proud of it. She loved her profession. She couldn't have gotten a better one than this. 



There were numerous thoughts running in Oscar's head. He didn't know why he was so thrilled about seeing her tattoo. Of course, getting a tattoo was so common these days. He had one himself. But he was always known for being wild. Meanwhile, the brunette in front of him wasn't like that at all. Maybe that's why he was so surprised about this whole tattoo business. 



There was another kind of excitement running in him which he didn't himself recognise. Was it the thought of seeing what kind of tattoo she had got or was it the thought of seeing an intimate part of her body exposed, he didn't know. 



And when she lifted her blouse, he would never have guessed this design. He was expecting a butterfly. Or hearts. Or stars. Or maybe even a dragon or something. Weren't those common tattoo designs these days? But when he saw her tattoo he was shocked and then surprised... in a pleasant way. He had the exact same tattoo between his shoulder blades. 



Before he could even resist himself, his hands reached out to her and touched her exposed skin, and ran his fingers over her tattoo oh-so-softly. He could feel her body hardening every passing second by his touch. And he was very much pleased by her reaction to him. If only she knew what he felt seeing that tattoo.



For a long moment Rosie just sat there waiting exasperatedly for his reaction. She was waiting for a snarky comment or a sarcastic remark reminding her again, like many others, what a stupid tattoo it was. But when she felt his feather-soft touch on her skin, a series of goosebumps broke into her skin. She was suddenly feeling very exposed and vulnerable. All she could think of was that touch on every inch of her body. She suppressed a moan by her last thread of control. 



"It's a logo", he said, his voice low and husky. 


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