Bloom [Completed]

Chapter Sixteen

My sudden declaration has him stop suddenly. He leans back hastily and loses his balance on the edge of the bed.
There's a clatter of glass and we both realise too late that his red wine on the bedside table has just spilled all over the plush white carpet.
"Oh shit!" I say biting my lip. What a mess, I think to myself. The image of all that red liquid doesn't sit right in my mind at this particular moment in time.
He waves a hand in the air as if to say 'don't worry'.

"Can't what?" He breathes back hovering above me.

I look up into his confused eyes. Oh, I'm so desperate to calm his nerves.

"I got my period," I whisper back. "So... I can't really..."

His brow unfurrows at this information, clearly, he was expecting something worse.

"Oh," is all he manages and makes a move to get off me. However, I'm enjoying this position too much and lock my thighs around his hips to stop him.

"Stay," I laugh half-heartedly. "Sorry."

"No, it's okay Billie," he says smiling down at me.

For a moment I hope that he says 'let's fuck anyway' but I'm glad he doesn't. It's not that I haven't had sex on my period before, I just don't want the first time I have sex with Oliver to be while I'm on my period.

I reach out and tenderly stroke his beard. He seems to melt a little at this, leaning his cheek into my palm. A soft smile tugs at the corner of his lips and I pull his face to mine. Planting my lips firmly against his, willing the heat and passion of a moment before to return.

Oliver seems to get the message and slowly but surely there's that fire in my belly and a longing to touch his naked skin.

I begin working on the buttons on his shirt, he sits up briefly to discard it across the room. In the split second, before his lips are feverishly back on mine, I catch a glimpse of his lean chest and muscly arms.

Definitely carved from marble, he's my own personal Greek god. Greedily my hands roam the muscles across his chest.

His hands wrap around my thighs kneading their way up towards my bum.

This feels as good and hot as before I told him I couldn't have sex tonight. And I can tell by the growing bulge in his pants that he's wishing we were.

Just as I'm beginning to fumble with his belt buckle, a shrill ringing breaks its way through our laboured breathing.

It's coming from his pants pocket and he angrily wrestled to get it out. He pauses briefly to check the caller ID.

"What?" He snaps at the person down the other line as I stifle a giggle at how ridiculous this situation is.

I'm beyond annoyed at whoever has interrupted this make out session but clearly not so annoyed as Oliver.

Not wanting to make him more uncomfortable I roll out from under him and sit at the edge of the bed.

"Fine." He barks down the phone. "Alright. Yes, tomorrow is good, the sooner the better."

He throws his phone at the end of the bed as he abruptly stands and runs an anxious hand through his beard.

He glances over at me with an apologetic look in his eyes.

"It's okay," I say still a little breathless. "I get it you're a big boss man, you've got to take calls like that sometimes."

"I'm sorry," he says walking over to me places his hands tenderly on my shoulders.

I look up into his grey eyes with nothing but adoration for this Greek god before me, shirtless and sweet.
A little annoyed that my period and that phone call stopped us from having sex I stand up and huff.

"I should get going," I sigh, readjusting my trusty black dress. I pulled this number out too soon and didn't even get to see the results through.

"If you want to," he follows me to the living room where I left my purse with his tail between his legs.

He walks me to the door and clasps his around mine to stop me a moment.

"No phones next time," he says looking directly at me. "I promise,"

"No periods next time as well," I laugh half-heartedly and he gives me a small smile back.

The next day at work I'm bouncy on the spot as Mr. Benson loads my cart slowly.

I can't wait to get upstairs and tell Mags all about yesterday's events! A coffee and dinner date! I can't quite believe the rich and successful Oliver Daley wants to spend this much time with basic Billie from the mailroom.

I can't help but feel as well, that I probably shouldn't tell Mags everything. Like exactly who I'm dating. Something tells me Oliver wants to keep this low profile. And Mags is definitely good at anything but keeping a low profile.

"No way!" Mags cries when I tell her finally. "More details, where did you meet him? What kind of car did he pick you up in?"

"He's really nice and sweet."

"That's great, did you get to see his butt?" She asks matter of factly.

"Mags!" I scold looking around to see who heard that come out of her mouth at top volume. Only Dave scowls across at us, good.

"Shh," I whisper "No one needs to know who I'm sleeping with!"

"Girl, I don't even know." She huffs. "Cause you won't tell me!"

"I'm sorry," is all I can manage.

I'd been brooding all day over my phone and whether or not to text Oliver about last night, when just before lunch I hear a ping.

Lunch? My office.

My heart swells at the thought of him thinking of me. How absolutely cliche it felt, but also so absurdly true.

Sure thing :)

I hit send before I could second guess the smiley face.

He replied with something so simple yet it made me feel so warm and special.

:)

I know Oliver Daley only smiles for me. He's told me so himself.