Strictly Inappropriate (RDJ FanFic)

Part 8 - The Hotel

It's Thursday. Today we're flying to D.C, and by we I mean me and Downey. We'll be working all morning together back in the company but after lunch we'll both leave to get ready for the flight.

Working with him has been nothing but a torture. He's a perfectionist and he's way much more experienced than I am which means he sees two steps in front of me and has better ideas than me. But it's also fun. I get to see him a lot and get to know him as much as I can. He's not the most sharing person so that's limited.

Aside from learning a good amount of things from him that can help me at work, I also learn something new everyday. There are feelings growing inside me. But not love or anything like that. It's just physical. Everytime I look at him I want to jump on him. My need to feel him against me and inside me grows each day.

But, fortunately, I've successfully managed to maintain myself. I always have in the back of my head that he's married and I'm almost sure that if he wasn't things would have been much different by now.

We went over everything we've been working on these last couple of days and made sure nothing was unfinished. He told me to be ready at 6 and that he would come pick me up from my house. I wasn't particularly eager for him to do that but he insisted a lot and eventually I gave up, thinking it wasn't a big deal.

I drove back home and prepared my suitcase. We are going to stay there for 4 nights so I have to get a handful of clothes. I know we'll be there for business but who knows, maybe I'll find the time to do something outside the hotel. Not wanting to overdo it, I packed whatever I thought was necessary and then had something for lunch.

At 6 o'clock sharp I heard my buzzer and saw through the camera that Downey was outside my building.

"I'll be right down" I say and wear my coat.

"Won't you invite me in?" he asks and I'm sure he has that stupid grin on his lips even though it's not visible from the camera.

"We're going to be late" it's an excuse obviously, I just don't want him in here.

"No, we're not. Don't be rude, Olivia" it's the first time he calls me by my first name.

Olivia never sounded so good.

He then looks straight at the camera and I exhale deeply, with the speaker closed of course. He's so stubborn. Can't he see I don't want him up here?

"Fine, 5th floor" I say and buzz him inside.

I see his cocky grin before he gets inside the building and then wait for him by the door. He comes out of the elevator and when he sees me he walks over to me. I invite him in and notice he's looking around observing everything.

"You really didn't have to come all the way up here" I say shutting the door.

"I wouldn't let you carry your luggage by yourself"

"I only have a suitcase and my purse" I roll my eyes.

"That's not a nice way to treat someone who's simply trying to help you, is it?" he asks glancing over at me.

"You're right, I apologize" I fake smile at him and he turns around.

He starts walking down the hall and I inhale sharply trying to remain calm.

"What exactly do you think you're doing?" I question but he doesn't stop walking.

"You're not offering me a tour so I decided to take it myself" he says.

I shake my head and follow him. He's checking out every room of the house without saying anything. Not that there are many rooms, just the bedroom, the bathroom, the kitchen, the living room and a guests room. The last room he gets in to is my bedroom. That has to be intentional.