Love's lawyer

Chapter 11

Rose's POV

As I opened the bag, I spotted a large white box. I took it out of the bag and placed it on top of the kitchen counter. The lid was subtly held in place by a large black bow. I pulled on one of the bow's end before removing the lid and setting it aside. I removed the silk paper covering the garment and my eyes went as wide as saucers when I saw the gorgeous black dress with a white collar embellished with a beautiful red velvet heart. I looked inside the bag another time and saw there was another box.

This time it was a set of black lingerie, I wondered for a few instants how he managed to get my size but decided against asking. After all, sometimes, it was good for people to have their ways of surprising the people they liked.

"Alan, I don't know what to say? You're spoiling me, love..." I quickly clasped my hands over my mouth as I let the little endearment slip passed my lips. "Sorry..." I murmured, not daring to look at him. I figured by the time my face must have taken a deep crimson color and hid it further inside my hands.

I felt him come up behind me, wrapping his strong arms around me and placing his head above mine.

"You look cute when you're embarrassed Rose," He chuckles in this deep voice that mesmerizes me. "I don't mind the little endearment, if you don't mind me dropping one or two at some point or another, Love," He added, placing a small kiss on the top of my hair before slapping softly my ass. "Out with yourself, woman, go get dressed, because your ass sticking out of my shirt wants me to rip the said shirt off of you and bring you to my bedroom like a caveman." He finished, smirking.

I took the boxes off the counter and went back towards the bedroom in order to dress myself, making sure he caught a glimpse of my naked ass underneath the hem of his shirt. I chuckled lightly at the little growl he let pass his lips.

Ten minutes later I had dressed, I quickly gathered my yesterday's clothes and folded them inside the box the dress had come into before going back to the kitchen where Alan was sat, reading the day's Guardian.

"Rose, you look absolutely stunning..." he said to me, visibly taken by my appearance. Letting the newspaper, he had been holding in his hands previously, float to the ground.

"Once again, thank you for the dress, it's simply gorgeous." I answered, leaning in for a kiss.

The kiss grew heated quite rapidly, I was now straddling him and his hands had managed somehow to ride up my dress and caress the underside of my breast. We stopped briefly to catch some air and that's when I saw the time it was.

"Shit, Alan, I'm so sorry. I have to go. I have a hearing this afternoon and I need to go to the office to get my files..." I said to him, as I pampered small kisses along his jaw line.

"Don't worry, I understand..." He said, his voice filled with an evident sadness in his voice.

I gathered my stuff and placed the box back inside the bag. He insisted on carrying it and went with me back to the entryway, I gathered the last of my things alongside my handbag and we both exited his flat. The Rolls Royce we had travelled in the previous night was parked right in front of the flat.

Alan's POV

"Well then, I guess that is a goodbye, at least for now." I said, sad to having to let her leave right now. I also knew that I would have had to go at some point.

"It is, maybe next time you could come over to my place. I mean, we could hang out or else..." she replied shyly.

"I would absolutely love that Rose," I concluded, before leaning in and leaning in for a kiss.

As soon as our lips had connected, the world seemed to fade away around us. It was as if her kisses could transport her through time and space. After a few seconds, she broke the kiss and giggled a little. I opened the door of the car and shut it once she was comfortably seated inside the car.

Rose's POV

I gave the instructions to Lloyd and watched Alan through the back window of the car as he waved me goodbye. My heart was already aching from being far from him. I had fallen for this wonderful man that was Alan Rickman, and I had fallen very hard indeed. I couldn't get enough of his funny antics and the smile he wore each time he saw me. I kept replaying last night in my head, every single touch, caress, kiss, word and sighs were committed to my memory.

For the entire duration of the car drive, I looked through the window, seeing London's skyline unroll before my eyes. Last night, when we made the trip to his flat, I had been too occupied in snogging with him and hadn't taken the time to look at the scenery that we were passing by.

After a forty or so minute drive, we finally arrived in front of my office. I thanked Lloyd once more and grabbed the bags he was handing me before heading inside the building. As I greeted June, I saw a hint of malice in her eyes.

"So..." she said, looking at me intently. I didn't dare answer, but the blush I could feel creeping up my cheeks. "Did he like the dress? I mean, of course, he did, you looked fantastic in it. Speaking of which. I never saw that dress on... WAIT is this a red Valentino dress!" she exclaimed, her eyes doubling in size.

"I guess it is..." I murmured, trying to hide my embarrassment.

"No. F-ing. Way. You spent the night at his place..." She giggled madly.

I ushered her quickly inside my office, not wanting to make a scene of myself and closed the door behind us.

"You have got to tell me ev-e-ry-thing." She said, sitting down on my sofa.