Chapter 7: Frozen in a spot

Roseline's POV…

His reaction was swift, like he was hiding one big secret.

I flinched out of instinct, when his hand made contact with mine, as he grabbed the picture from me before I could get a glimpse.

I giggled to ease the awkwardness, “Is it a baby picture you are hiding? We all look bad in them. I doubt yours is that bad.”

He avoided my curious gaze.

“Learn to keep your hands to yourself, You shouldn't touch people’s things.” 

I stepped backward, there was no trace of the man who had just spent the past few minutes giving me a tour of the apartment. 

“You didn't seem to mind before now and I remember touching a handful of things during the tour.”

I could hear the irritation in my own voice.

“Because I didn't voice out my discomfort earlier doesn't mean I was okay with it.”

That was a lie, I saw the way he gulped hard from my rearview whenever my skin made contact with his things.

I in fact enjoyed teasing him during the tour, with the way I trailed my fingers softly against the counter and how I leaned closely to study the details of his apartment with my shirt hitching up.

So whatever he was hiding was definitely not a baby picture.

I didn't press on it further.

Everyone had the right to privacy and I was already invading much of it by just being here.

“I am sorry, I won't touch your things next time.”

For a minute I thought I saw guilt wash over him, but I probably imagined it because in less than a second his expression returned to the cold and unreadable one he wore.

“I have had a long day, I need to call it a night.”

“Roseline.” I heard him call out, but I ignored him.

This was just a silent reminder not to cross certain mines with him. 

I entered my room and locked the door.

I was almost asleep when a soft knock sounded on my door.

I looked at the bedside clock. It was almost past midnight. 

Was Florian here to apologize? 

When I unlocked the door there was no one, only a box.

I crouched down to open it, and it was full of clothes. 

Female clothes. 

I picked it up and went over to Florian’s room.

My senses screamed at me to wait till morning, but I didn't want him to think I accepted it. 

I knocked softly on his door. 

When he opened the door,  the sight before me stole the words right from my mouth. 

He had a towel wrapped around his waist, with water dripping down his perfectly toned abs. 

My eyes followed the bead of water down to his perfectly sculpted V-line that dipped low. Too low. 

I could swear I smelt his aftershave on him earlier, why did he shower again? 

Focus Roseline, the number of times he showers is not your concern. 

“Do you need someone?” Florian's words were like a dump of cold water on my head, snapping me from my thoughts. 

I pushed the box to his chest, “I can't accept these.” 

There, simple and straight to the point.

I should applaud myself. 

His hand touched mine when he took the box.

Only for a brief second yet tingles erupted all over my body.

“It's not a gift, the company holds a certain standard for its workers, and it comes with the job.”

“Oh-”

“What other reason did you think they were for?”

“I thought it was because of what I said earlier.”

“Trust me I know better than to cross certain lines.” 

We both stood frozen at the spot as though if we moved we would be breaking the thin ice between us. 

His gaze moved from my eyes down to my neck and the bit of exposed skin from the button I left undone. 

Okay coming to his room this late at night wasn't in my best line of thinking.

But something in me made me feel like he wanted me to come. 

I pushed the feeling away. We are roommates and he's my boss.

We have to keep things professional.

I reminded myself. 

“Well that would be all, can I have the box back?”

He smirked and handed me the box. Slowly.

The tension between us was so palpable you could cut it with a knife.

Just when I had managed to make it a few inches away from him.

I felt his hand on mine.

He pulled me towards him.

But because I wasn't prepared, I ended up tripping.

Both of us fell and he was the one who broke my fall.

“Sorry, are you okay?” I moved a bit to take a look at his sides.

I didn't even consider the fact that I was still on top of him and he was just in a freaking towel with nothing underneath.

He groaned, “I will be fine, if you stop moving.” 

That was when it dawned on me, the only thing separating us was my underwear and his towel.

Shit!

His hardness pressed onto my belly.

Why was he hard already? 

“Is that what I think it is that's pressing into me?”

“Which is why I said you shouldn't move.”

“I have a better solution, why don't I just stand up?”

He held me tight, “except you want to be flashed with what's underneath.”

My face blushed, “You mean… Oh!”

He laughed hard, it was the first time I had heard him laugh.

Something settled in my chest.

I smiled, “You are enjoying this aren't you?”

“More than you know.”

His words took me off guard.

We remained fixed and unmoving.

Florain inched closer.

Our faces were mere inches apart.

“Florain.” I breathed.

He gulped and his Adam's apple moved making him appear more sexy.

“We shouldn't.” He breathed in my ears.

“We… shouldn't” I echoed.

Somewhere between the last syllable he flipped me over onto my back.

He towered over me, but he was careful not to put his entire weight on me.

With the change in position, I could feel him better.

His hardness rested just between my thighs. 

“What are you–?”

Before I could complete my sentence, his lips were on mine and everything around me faded.