Mr Americano - ALAN RICKMAN fanfic

Chapter 8 - Knickers and Notting Hill

Now we're getting somewhere! [Next chapter will be rated a hard M. For mature readers only please - graphic/sexual] 

Enjoy!

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Alan called three times that week. Not being able to pick up in front of Scott, I had to make an excuse to Alan to call him back in the morning.

"Did I wake you up?" I asked him on my way to work, noticing that he sounded a little gruffer than usual.

"No, no. That's just me."

I laugh, sensing his smile the other end of the phone. World's. Sexiest. Telephone. Voice. Could you imagine phone sex with this man. Ugh.

"I like it. I can only imagine you with a sore throat."

Sexy.

"I much prefer the sound of your voice," he purrs.

His bass travels straight between my thighs in the middle of a busy London street.

"Have dinner with me," he tells me, on the third day he called. "I'm back in London tomorrow afternoon. I know a lovely little Italian place in Notting Hill."

I had to screw my ginormous smile before I replied.

"I'd love to."

Alarm bells! What the fuck are you saying. What will you say to Scott. How is this going to work.

"And not to worry, I know the manager. He'll give us a private spot. No prying eyes."

I guess that would benefit the both of us, but still, how the hell was I going to leave the house dolled up without Scott suspecting where I was off to. At such short notice I had to think of something. Fast.

........

Isabelle. She became my life-saver. During our lunch break I told her everything and she ate it up, her eyes protruding on stalks, her smile wide.

"Holy shit Rebecca!"

"I know!"

"It's messed up Isabelle, I know that, going behind Scott's back like this, but the way Alan kissed me...oh god. I can't stop thinking about it.

"You need to go for it. How often is a man like this going to walk into your life?"

She's right.

"Need I mention that he was checking you out every time he came in here."

"I don't know why, I mean..."

"Because you're bloody beautiful Rebecca!" she interrupted. "You deserve much better than Scott. Mr Rickman walks into your life and you're questioning it...come on. Wake up and smell the coffee beans. If you can pull him in uniform, then he'll have a shock coming to him when he sees you dressed up. What are you going to wear?"

What the bloody hell WAS I going to wear! Shit shit bugger bugger. I mentally sieve through my clothes at home and nothing springs to mind. What type of place was it? Casual, dressy? Should I ask?

Play it safe, I thought.

"Safe, yet...sexy," Isabelle added, "Not too much cleavage but enough to make him want to seek out more."

"Legs out?"

"Definitely!"

"Tiny knickers!"

"Now you're thinkin'!"

"Very tiny knickers."

Joe all of a sudden peeks his head round the corner into the staff room. Isabelle and I laugh out loud at his dancing brows.

"Rebecca has a date with Alan Rickman."

"The old guy?"

My mouth falls and I turn to Isabelle who's laughing. Fucker!

"Old is gold Joe. Besides..." she chimes, taking a sip of her coffee, "grey hair is sexy."

"Thank you Isabelle. Piss off Joe."

"Old is gold? Now there's an riddle for gold-digger if I ever heard one."

"Joe, you bastard! Is that what you think of me?"

"I'm joking," he laughs. "Go for it. Sample the buffet, that's what I say."

"I think you've eaten through your fair share of buffets, Joe," I smirk.

"Well I guess you could say I'm an 'all you can eat' kinda guy."

Laughter fills the room before he's pulled back into the kitchen.

Isabelle and I continue our discussion quieter.

"What if this is just sex?" I ask, tapping my nail against my teeth

"Then grab him with both hands! He's gorgeous."

"Oh trust me I want to, but what if I get hurt?"

"Rebecca, you have to move on at some point. You can't hide your unhappiness forever. You think you can, but you're practically transparent. Your whole self lights up when he sets foot in here. Even bloody Joe notices and he's practically bound to his phone by a ball and chain. Just go for it."

I put down my coffee mug, absorbing her words. "You know what, you're right. I'm going to go for it."