With You Till the End of the Line

That Undeniable Feeling

~Rose POV~

I walked into my apartment at about 6:30 and flopped onto my couch. I still could not get the images of Chris working next to me in the office out of my head. Going through scrips, making corrections, and...I swear he was staring at me a few times but I wasn't exactly sure. I decided to clear my mind with a little bit of music. Walking over Cupcake, I reached my surround sound system just as my phone buzzed on the table next to the couch. I ran over to it like a teenager does when she know that the hot quarter back on the varsity team was going to call her, but to my disappointment it was only my mother. I answered with great trepidation, we haven't talked since I left for LA...

"Hey mom! How are you and dad doing?"

"Fine, honey. How are you in LA?" she said with almost a bitter tone on her voice.

"Oh, I'm great! Just got home from my first day at the office. Went over a few scrips and even made my own input on the corrections. My boss really lets me have a voice here." I kept thinking about how his voice sounded in my ear when he'd stand over my computer reading what I wrote. It was like a deep, sexy, and dark sound. Too perfect to describe.

"That is wonderful, dear. You never did text your father back when he asked you who the director was. Now, he is bugging me about it. But like I would know. You never tell me anything anymore." I was starting to get really pissed off by her tone. She was acting like a victim of a violent crime. I just moved away for god sake! I decided to end the phone call before it got to ugly.

"Mom, do we have to do this now? I was working so it was hard to text back to the ten messages from you two. Tell dad that I will face time you guys this weekend and tell you all about it. I need to start something for dinner, feed Cupcake, and read a few scrips so I'll talk to you later. Love you."

Hanging up the phone, I turned the music back on and started dinner. I decided on something quick because I wasn't in the mood for a four course meal. Back home, my mom would always have huge dinners ready when we all came home from work or school. Those were something I knew I would miss every night, but luckily, I did have an act for cooking.

After cleaning the kitchen up and unpacking a few more things, I looked at the clock and realized it was damn near 11:00. Crap balls, time to run a bath and try to stop thinking about...him. But as I dropped my bath bomb in, I could help but wonder...what is he thinking about?

~Chris POV~

"I can't believe Rose caught me staring at her." I said annoyed with myself as I was driving back home. I need to be more careful if I am going to go against my better judgement and sit there like an idiot staring. I always told myself that if it makes you scared or nervous that it was meant for you to pursue, but what if those nerves where caused by a beautiful woman and what if that woman was working for you? The feelings I was having were completely undeniable, I liked this girl.

Rose wasn't like all the rest. She didn't just take interest in the things I liked because she wanted to impress me, but she already liked them before she even started working for me. She knew what makes a good movie tick, the poorly written scripts from the award winners, and she also likes the Pats. She's a fucking Patriots fan. How the hell am I not suppose to like this girl when she has so much in common with me but is still so different and independent from me? I gotta stop thinking about this. Walking in the house, I decided that I wasn't going to think about her anymore until I went to bed. I needed to get some work done, cook dinner, and walk Dodger. That should give my noise polluted brain a break.

Silently cursing to myself after checking the time on my cell, I wrapped up what I was doing and turned everything off as I slowly reached my bedroom. With each step, more and more thoughts of Rose came flooding in. I wondered what she was doing at this time of night, what she was wearing or if she was wearing anything at all. Fuck...I can't think about that. Not now at least, do I want to have a damn sex dream about her?

"No you want to fuck her and make her yours." my inner voice shouted out to me.

Fuck it. I'm asking her out on a date. I don't even give a shit if it's too soon. I have got to make her mine before any other sleazy prick gets the idea to talk to her. She will be fucking mine.