Chapter 6 What is he doing to me?

My new life so face as a live in maid is not as terrible as I thought it would be. Oliver sends me a long list to my email every single day, of what needs to be done. It's usually always the same, with a couple of extra things added here and there. I don't mind it though.

Keeping busy is what I need in order to stay sane. I do miss working at the coffee shop, but at the same time it's been nice to switch things up.

I sip on my tea, and lean back against the headboard. It's time for me to go over my list for today. I check my email and see a new message from Oliver Noah. The list is not too long today, and I smile because it leaves me some extra time to myself. I laugh when I read the added note at the bottom.

Keep that cat out of my hair! Make sure you still have my number saved in your phone. you better answer if I call....

I roll my eyes and flip my phone off. I've already added his number into my contacts the first time he gave it to me. Although he hasn't tried calling me for any reason. We also haven't really seen each other much in the past week, since I arrived , and that's perfectly fine with me.

Less time for me to make another mistake that involves him....

Images fop Oliver on top of me flash through my mind and I quickly shake them away. This is why we need to stay away from each other as much as possible. I quickly open up my phone and change Oliver to OLIVER DO NOT ANSWER! I throw my phone across the bed and mentally prepare myself for the day.

I stretch my arms over my head and let out a long yawn. I am so freaking tired. I've gotten hardly any sleep since being here, because I can't stop dreaming about a certain someone. I check the time, realize I've been laying around for too long, and get out of bed.

My day has consisted of sliding around on the shiny marble floor with a vacuum, and singing along to my favorite songs. I have a bad habit of singing a little too loudly when I'm not paying attention. I twirl around the giant kitchen .,singing at the top of my lungs.

When I get to the chorus, I hear a loud chuckle behind me, and I immediately turn around to see Oliver standing there....

I know my face is probably bring red right now. Oh my gosh...How embarrassing. I wish I could just sink into the right about now.

Oliver slowly claps his hands and shakes his head. He has the biggest grin on his face.

Hmmm, I think i should've hire you to be my personal entertainer instead.....

My eyes widen at his words, and I unplug the vacuum from the wall. Well ,looks like I'm done in here. I leave the room quickly before he can say another word.

I run up the stairs and shut my bedroom door behind me and let out a shaky laught. That goes right at the top of my most embarrassing moments list. I jusmp away from the door, when I hear a light knock.

U-uh, I'm busy?! I yell unsure of what else to say.

Come on Addison. You don't have to be embarrassed. Just open the door for me.

I look down and pick at my nails. The last thing I want to do is open the door. Why do I feel so embarrassed around him?

After a minute of weighing y options, I walk back over to the door and slowly grab the silver knob.

I open the door a crack, only leaving enough space so I can poke my head out. Big mistake beause now Oliver is leaning against the door frame only a couple of inches from my face. I freeze and he gives me the goofiest grin, and sticks out his tongue. I can't help but laugh and I open the door a little wider. If he's going to play it off like it wasn't that embarrassing, then I will too....

Sorry for being obnoxious back there. I didn't think you would be back until later tonight. I immediately apologize. When he doesn't respond I awkwardly tug at my ends of my hair, and my eyes flicker to his lips. Oliver watches me intensely and a small smile forms on his face.

You know Addy, I've never met a girl that could make me laugh as much as you have.

My cheeks heat up and I can feel a smile forming. My stomach is filled with... butterflies.?

I know I shouldn't feel like this, but I can't help myself, Addy, huh?

He shrugs his shoulders, and looks away his cheeks turning red, what? It suits you.

Addy. I like the way it sounds, especially coming from his mouth.

Oliver interrupts my thoughts, What are you thinking about? He's studying my face and he almost looks nervous.

I look up at him and smile, I was just thinking that I like that nickname....

He nods, not saying a thing. The smile on my face starts to fade as he slowly leans forward. I am completely still, my eyes never leaving his. My breath gets caught in my throat when I smell a hint of his cologne. Damn it, he smells amazing.

His face is so close to mine , and I can't help but shift my gaze to his mouth. I'm afraid of what's going to happen next.

Addy.....Can I try something?

I have a pretty good idea of what he wants to try, and it makes me feel like I can't breathe. I look back up at him. His eyes are soft and unreadable. I bite my bottom lip nervously and it takes me a second to come up with an answer, I'm not sure if I should let you...

He smirks and takes advantage of my brief hesitation. He leans in further, closing the gap between us. I don't know why I let him, or what suddenly got into me, before I could pull back his lips touch mine.

His warm hands travel to my waist, pressing me against him, and keeping me in place. He gives me sweet, slow kisses at first ,and once I relax into him, I feel his tongue softly glide along my bottom lip. My arms find their way around his neck, and I'm praying this never ends.

I grasp in surprise, when I'm suddenly lifted up, giving him the perfect opportunity to dominate my mouth. Our breathing becomes quick, as the kiss grows from soft to needy. I tighten my legs around his waist, and run my fingers through his hair. He starts to move us forward, and all I can think of is being with him.

I try to stifle a moan as my back hits a wall. He tugs my hair back exposing my stomach. He kisses above my belly button and looks up at me. My eyes lock with his, and I see that they are cloudy and dark. I know he wants this as badly as I do. He slides further down and begins softly kissing my hip bones.

Oliver...I groan in frustration.

His hands make their way up my shirt, his fingers gliding over my bra. My eyes widen, and I quickly grab his hands before anything else can happen.

Oliver. Please wait for just a second.

He pulls his hands back, and then groans. When I think he's about to leave he just lays his head back onto my stomach, and hugs me. My heart lurches at the picture in front of me. What is this man doing to me?

I'm sorry Addy. I just couldn't help myself. He looks up at me, and gives me the cheesiest puppy dog face.

I shake my head and cover my face with my hands. I can't believe what just happened. My mind is flooded with thoughts that I can't push away.

Was I really going to let us go that far? What would've happened afterwards? what the hell am I doing? Did I really think this could work?

I push him away gently at that last thought, and quickly sit up away from him..

I'm sorry Oliver but can you please leave. We shouldn't have done that.

His eyes widen at me, and he looks...hurt. I start to reach for him, but he's already leaving. He doesn't look at me when he says , Goodnight Addison.

He shuts the door behind him and I let out a huge breath. I run my hands through my tangled hair and fall back into my mattress. My heart is still racing and I know I'm in big trouble.....

The next morning I wake up with dark circles. I was up all night thinking about Oliver an dour steamy kiss.

I apply some concealer, and some light makeup, hoping it does the rick. I try five different hairstyles, hating each one, and end up sticking with a loose braid.

I don't know why I'm so worried about how I look right now.

Finn, my cat gets up from his bed an comes over to me. I bend down and pull him to me. I can almost see accusation burning in his furry face. My mouth drops open, you didn't see what happened last night did you?

He blinks lazily, and yawns. I take that as a no.

When I enter into the dining room, Oliver is sitting at the table working on his laptop and sipping from a mug. There's an extra place set across from him, and the plate is filled with pancakes and eggs. I freeze awkwardly, surprised to see him here this late in the morning.

He looks up from his laptop, and raises his eyebrows and pull out a chair. He chuckles when he realizes it's the furthest one from him. I just shrug and plop down into the chair. He brings it over to me and places it in front of me.

You look like you could use some.

I blush furiously and scoot away from him. He laughs at my embarrassment, and tugs at my braid. Why is he acting so weird?

Oliver? I say his name quietly.

He sits down in a chair, (closest to me and I might add) and crosses his arms. Hmmm?

He pushes the plate of food in front of me and gestures for me to eat. Instead, I squeeze my hands tightly around the mug, Can we just try to forget what happened yesterday?

He doesn't respond for a minute and then clears his throat, You mean the kiss we shared, and how you want to pretend like you didn't feel something ?

His words are cold and lack emotion.

I look up, surprised at his words, and how coldly he said them. Oliver....It was wrong and you know it. It would never work with us.

He gets up and shuts his computer with a loud snap. Trust me I know.

I open my mouth to say something else , but he's already out of the room. I lean back in the chair and try and hold back tears. I knew coming here was not a good idea. It's only the second week, and I've already messed things up.

I go back to my room and grab my bag. I need to get out of here. I need to be anywhere but here. My chest is tight and I feel like curling up into a ball and hiding. Finn is ta my side, weaving himself between my legs. I bend down and scratch behind his ear. I tell him to be good and shut the door quietly behind me.

I find myself sitting in the coffee shop, where I used to work. I don't know why I came here, it just feels familiar, and that's what I need right now. I sit in the back ,and pull out the book I had brought. Maybe a sappy romance novel could help get the last few days out of my head.

Yeah , right....

I'd been there for a couple hours, letting the time just pass ,when I feel my side vibrate. I mark my place in my book, and pull the phone out of my pocket. I groan out loud, when I read the caller ID.

OLIVER DO NOT ANSWER! is calling.

Knowing I'll regret it, I answer anyway.