Title: Olvier's Worst Nightmare
Summary: Little did Oliver know he was about to run into his worst nightmare.
Notes: Here is the second part! The last part should be out Friday. This was already computed I just had to edited which is why it was up so fast. I still haven't finished chapter three, but I am nearing the end. Thanks to everyone for the reviews. I'm really glad everyone has liked it.
They skipped passed the line waiting to get in. Chloe stared back at the waiting patrons, momentarily feeling bad for them as she remembered standing outside clubs herself, but she got over that relatively quickly as she took in her surroundings. Plush sofa’s littered the floor; some covered in red velvet others in black leather. A red glow filled the bar, making it almost difficult to see. Scantily clad woman walked around serving drinks dressed in their Halloween best. Even the bartenders had were pumped full of silicone. A couple of men paced the floor, dressed in neatly cut tuxes. It was hard to for her to realize they were security.
It only took her moments to realize that practically everyone in the bar looked and put off the same vibe as Oliver, and it made her think of one thing, money. As humbled as he had become over the past couple of years he was still a billionaire.
She looked up at Oliver’s familiar voice and then nodded towards the bar. “Is it made of ice?”
“Yea, come on.”
His hand was on her back again, and for the first time she realized that he really hadn’t stopped touching her, except for when they were in his car. And his hand never dropped low enough to where her dress covered her lower back, it always settled against bare skin. If she got anything from her excursion that night she was hoping it would be a small look into what really went on in Oliver Queen’s mind. He hadn’t been the same since the event, and even when he seemed to begin to get his act together he still seemed withdrawn, not completely happy.
“Took you long enough.” Gerard scooted down the sofa, making room at the end.
“Traffic.” Oliver lied. When he’d realized where they were headed he had lagged behind, not in any rush to arrive.
“Champagne?” Dustin asked and passed a glass down.
“Thanks.” Chloe took it with a cool smile and sat down next to Gerard. Oliver slid in next to her, his body brushing against hers.
“So, you and Oliver work together?” Dustin pried and glanced between the two of them.
Oliver cursed himself for the second time for opening his big mouth. “Chloe’s a big computer geek.” He ignored the slap on his stomach. “She’s more like a consultant.”
“Well I’ve never been one for the geek type, but if they all look like you…” Dustin winked and sat back, laying an arm around the woman at his side.
“Then you’d never get laid.” A hand came down on his thigh and he looked over at Chloe who was looking up at him sympathetically. Leaning in to her he brought his mouth to her ear. “The man’s a whore.”
“And you’re a priest.” He pulled back and frowned at her. “I’m just saying. I’ve seen some of your exploits. They weren’t always pretty.”
“Way to bring up the past Sullivan.” He nodded at a passing bartender. “Scotch, seriously though.” He nodded at her. “What were you thinking wearing this? I mean I have to admit you make a great Marilyn Monroe, but last time I checked, that dress on Marilyn wasn’t so short or so low cut.”
Chloe looked down at her costume then back up at Oliver. “Everyone wants to be someone else.” Chloe shrugged and sipped at her wine. “Besides, having people hit on you once in a while boosts your ego.”
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
“Oliver I spend most of my time behind a computer, in a tower, hundreds of feet above the city. I don’t get out that much.” He was slightly taken aback by her comment, for a moment not even saying a word.
“This is all yours?” He fingered a curl, choosing to forget the fact that she just admitted how lonely her life had become.
“Yea.” She said softly, watching his hand out of the corner of her eye as he continued to play with her hair.
“I like it.”
She smiled softly. His hand never left, and slowly her smile fell away as she watched him, eyes locked with his own. She could feel her hair pulling gently as he played with the strands and the longer the silence stretched on the more constricted her chess felt. “Maybe I should dress up like this every day.” She joked, anything to break up the uncomfortable silence.
“I wouldn’t recommend that.” Oliver chuckled softly. “At least if you want anyone to get any work done.” She smiled almost shyly at him, but the look in her eyes tempted him in ways it shouldn’t have. Somehow their usually snark comments and light flirting had changed into something that couldn’t be ignored. Knowing he needed to put a stop to it he lowered his hand from her blond curls, brushing the backs of his fingers over her cheek as he went. Her eyes broke away from his own suddenly, leaving only coldness in their wake.
“I’ve gotta use the restroom.” She stood, probably quicker then she should have and showing just how shaken up by him.
Oliver watched her walk away with a frown. He hadn’t been quite sure what the hell was going on, but whatever it was, it wasn’t good. Movement at his side made him turn from the direction Chloe had disappeared in. “What do you want?”
“So what’s up with the girl?” Gerard nodded in the direction she’d disappeared in. “And I don’t mean you working with her. I mean like between the two of you.”
“Nothing.” Oliver responded in a clipped tone, leaving no room for discussion.
“Really? I mean the two of you…Well she’s hot. And it doesn’t look like nothing.”
“We work together.” Oliver responded and turned back to the way she disappeared, waiting for her return.
“So? That doesn’t mean a damn thing.”
“I dated her cousin.”
“You did?” Gerard drew his brow together, trying to recall Oliver’s past girlfriends. Then he remembered her mentioning Lois earlier that evening. “That’s Lois’ cousin?”
Oliver nodded. “Exactly.”
“Okay, I could see how that could be awkward. But that was years ago. So try me again.”
“She’s a widow.” Oliver grounded out; hoping that bit of information would shock him into silence.
“Really?” Shaking his head Gerard sat back thoughtfully. “How long?”
Oliver frowned, recalling how Chloe had actually been divorced from Jimmy when he had been murdered. “Over a year.”
“I guess that isn’t very long. But nothing is going to change that. Eventually someone is going to snatch her up.”
“Her best friend is a guy who is currently dating Lois, who by the way doesn’t trust me very much.” His relationship with Clark had begun to improve, but it was still kind of on the rocks.
“Excuses.” Gerard set his drink down and leaned in. “Hey.” When Oliver turned to him he continued. “You keep telling me why you can’t be with her. But not once did you mention you didn’t like her.”
Oliver opened his mouth to respond, to rebut everything Gerard had just said, but he couldn’t. So instead he snapped his mouth shut and stood up. “Stop playing match maker.”
Watching Oliver’s retreating figure Gerard grinned. He’d been right.
Nearing the restrooms Oliver scanned the crowd for her, wondering to himself what could have been taking her so long. Finally he spotted her, blond hair and white dress like a beacon in the dark bar. She was cornered against a wall, trying to angle herself out from between the wall and the man that stood in her way. He’d warned her about that damn dress. Just as he got close enough to grab her hand another hand reached out for her, grabbing her back side and pulling her closer. “Hey!” Oliver grabbed his shoulder and shoved the man back. “Keep your hands to yourself.” Chloe moved to his side and he fought the urge to shove her behind him.
“Hey man.” The stranger raised his hands in surrender. “I didn’t know she was taken.”
Oliver wasn’t even going to bother denying it; at least it got rid of him. Turning back to Chloe he frowned.
“I know what you’re going to say.” She held her hands up in defeat.
“Good then I don’t have to say it. You want to step outside?” Because the last thing he wanted to deal with was Gerard or getting thrown out for getting into a fight.
“Yea, that’s fine.” He took her hands in his, leading her to the rear of the club. The further they walked the thicker the crowd became, making it almost impossible for her to see where she was going. He pulled her up a set of stairs and stopped in the narrow hallway. A rather large man, wearing a fitted tux, blocked their entrance. He looked them up and down, finally settling his eyes on Oliver. With a small nod behind him he stepped to the side and opened the door. The interior was much like the one downstairs, although less crowded and more secluded seating. But they didn’t stop there and continued on to a set of balcony doors. Once past the threshold he released her hand and she continued on to the balcony herself. The balcony wasn’t on the outside of the building; instead it overlooked the inside of the courtyard. A few patrons littered the grounds, most of them with enough common sense to wear a jacket. “Why didn’t we go down there?”
“I’ve had enough of crowds for one night.” He watched her from behind, not particularly minding the lag in conversation as she surveyed the lower level. It wasn’t until he noticed her hunch over and rub her arms that he spoke again. “There are some drawbacks to being scantily clad don’t you think?”
She turned to him with a smirk. “Some, but the benefits are the most important.”
“Here.” Oliver began unbuttoning his tux jacket to slip it off.
“No, no.” Chloe reached out and stilled his hands. Dropping hers back down she shrugged, feeling a bit foolish. “It’ll take away from the dress.”
“You’re a fool.” Oliver said, but stepped forward and settled his hands over her arms, rubbing them gently. “What person in their right mind would freeze just so they could look good?”
“The single type,” Chloe stepped in closer to him. “Of course it isn’t doing me much good with you around. You have this habit of scaring them all off.”
“Trust me, that’s not the type you want.” She cocked an eyebrow up at him. “I am that type, so I can assure you that isn’t what you want.”
“You aren’t that type.” She looked up and met his eyes. “You haven’t even hit on me.” She joked.
“If I didn’t know you then I would have been that guy just now.” She smirked at his response, obviously taking some pleasure in it. “Don’t let it inflate your ego.”
“I won’t, I swear.”
She shook under his hands and he rolled his eyes at her insistence not to take her jacket. “This isn’t going to be awkward.”
She opened her mouth to question him but stopped as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against his body, wrapping his jacket around her as he did so. “No, not at all.”
They stood like that for a few moments. She relaxed against him, resting her cheek against his chest. Gerard had been right; he hadn’t said he didn’t like Chloe. What the hell was he doing? Her hands slid up his body, resting against his chest, making him squeeze his eyes closed as the whole situation barreled down on him. “Fuck Chloe.” He felt her head move and when he looked down at her she was meeting his eyes. He swallowed nervously as he removed one arm from her body and cupped her cheek in his hands. She didn’t pull away, instead she pressed closer, arching up in his body, tilting her head back slightly. Slowly his lips descended until they were pressed against his own.
His lips were gentle, not at all what she had expected from the prominent bachelor. But it was uncharted territory for both of them. Not just because she’d been single for so long, it was more than that. They worked together, they knew each other’s secrets, and they were friends. There were so many things wrong with the situation. But as his hands buried into her hair she allowed him to tilt her head back. His lips moved over hers slow and gentle only making her want more.. Hesitantly she slid her hands up his chest and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling herself up onto her tippy toes. The stiletto heals she wore did little to make dent in the height he had on her. The hand that still remained on her back slid lower and cupped her back side. As he pressed the lower half of her body against him she gasped, allowing his tongue entrance.
She whimpered softly in the back of her throat, urging him on, making his mind go places that it shouldn’t have. Just because she showed up in that ridiculous dress didn’t mean that he had to lose all sense of propriety. It wasn’t the first time he’d caught a glimpse of her legs and a brief look of cleavage. But something had been different this time. Maybe it had been the whole package, his change in lifestyle, the face that she was single and the pain of Jimmy’s death had begun to ease. It was he who initially pulled away, and he never pulled away. But the fact that there would be no escaping this blunder was forefront in his mind, even if at the moment he didn’t care. He didn’t release her though, only sliding his hand back up to rest it on the small of her back. “This is going to be awkward.”
“Very.” Chloe voice shook. There were so many things wrong with what had just happened, but all she could think about was kissing him.
“And we aren’t going to be able to look each other in the eye.” She was still gasping for breath, her breast rising and falling. His eyes flickered down to the view and he felt that pull again causing his eyes to stray back to her lips.
“Probably not.” His hand tightened on her waist.
“So tell me to stop.”
“I can’t.” His eyes fluttered over her face, seeming to be searching for something, then without warning he pulled her closer again, crushing her lips to his own. She made a strangled noise in the back of her throat in surprise, but she quickly responded, this time pressing her hips into his body. His hand crushed her to him and then spun her around. As her back collided with the wall she made a muffled sound of protest.
With her body pressed securely against his own he was free to let his hand roam up her body, barely brushing the side of one breast with his fingers before cupping her other cheek in his hand. She pressed closer to him and he knew for certain she had to have been more then aware of his arousal. With a will he never decided to exercise before he pulled his lips from her. Sure he could have convinced himself to hold on for just a little while longer, but it wouldn’t have stopped. “I’ve got to stop.” She sighed heavily and looked up at him, hurt evident on her features. “I have to be able to see you tomorrow and not regret anything. I can’t afford to screw anything else up in my life right now, not when I’m just getting it back on track.”
She swallowed, willing herself to understand. But she was in the same boat as he was, had been through just as much and she didn’t understand. With a silent nod she lowered her hands to his chest and pushed him gently back. “Okay.”
He stepped reluctantly back, suddenly not sure if he’d made the right decision or not. In an attempt to spare either one of them regrets it was obvious he’d only served in alienating her from him.
“Maybe we should head back inside. It is kind of cold.” Chloe said, forcing the disappointment and hurt from her voice. She didn’t want to be that person.
She turned away from him, not even waiting for his response. As she started moving towards the door, she didn’t even glance back at him, and he had a feeling she would have left him on the balcony if he didn’t decide to follow. “Chloe?” He reached out and grabbed her wrist, knowing that his words wouldn’t stop her. “Wait.” Walking around her he stopped in front of her, blocking her only entrance.
“Oliver I’m cold, can we just go back inside?” This time he did slip his jacket off, and she didn’t argue, more because she wanted to keep the talking at a minimum. When he drapped it over her shoulders she didn’t even thank him.
“I’m sorry.” He blurted out.
“I didn’t even say anything.” The last thing she wanted to do was compalin. She’d respect his feelings even if it did hurt her.
“You didn’t need to. I wasn’t trying to make this uncomfortable.”
But he did. He kissed her and then he pulled away, he did make it uncomfortable, but she wouldn’t say that. “Oliver,” She tried to offer him a smile, even if it didn’t reach her eyes. “I’m fine; I’m a big girl you know. It was a fluke, next Halloween we’ll just stay away from one another.”
She couldn’t be serious. Sure she looked sexy as hell in that dress, but he’d known her to long for just a dress and a pair of high heels to send him over the edge. She was trying to accommodate him, give him his out. All she’d made him realize was that it wasn’t going to go away, it had to have been there before, it was there now, and it would be there the next day. “And what about the days in-between?”
“We’re friends right.” She shrugged. “I mean we’ll always be friends. I pull your ass out of trouble and you do the same for me right? Besides like you said, you’ve got a lot on your mind and you’re doing better. I think ruining a friendship over one night would be ridiculous. You don’t need that.” It all made perfect sense when she said it. She was giving him the perfect out and he had better take it. The problem was she was screaming at him on the inside. “And to tell you the truth,” Chloe slipped off his coat and offered him a half smile as she handed it back, “I’m not really interested in kissing men that are still hung up on my cousin.”
“You’re serious?” She sighed in what appeared to be irritation and he supposed it most likely was. He’d pushed her away and here she was giving him an out and he still couldn’t let it go.
“Oliver, seriously it’s fine. Just let it go.” She tried to side step him but he grabbed her arm pulling her back to him. She felt his chest brush against her breasts and she fought to control the urge that began rising up in her again.
He hated to keep pushing, making it worse. But he didn’t believe her, and most of all he wasn’t sure if he even believed himself. Taking a small step forward he stepped forward. Her eyes met his and he stared down into them, trying to find something in there that would give him some clue. She held his eyes for the longest time. He could see her jaw slightly clench, noticed her swallow and then her eyes flicked away from him, looking at something at his side. Her brow was drawn together just slightly in concentration. It was enough. “You’re lying.”
“Whatever.” She couldn’t trust herself to look at him. Instead she pulled her arm from him, but he didn’t let go.
“You don’t think I can tell when you’re lying to me?”
She really had tried to control herself, but anger had overcome the hurt and the control she had fought so hard to hold on to. Turning her eyes back up to him she glared. “What do you want Oliver? I mean I’m telling you it’s fine. Just believe me. Or would you feel better if I stood here and cried because Oliver Queen won’t make out with me. Don’t flatter yourself. You know, and what right do you have? You kissed me. Don’t act like you didn’t know what the hell you were doing until it was to late.”
“So I already screwed it up didn’t I?” She didn’t say a word, and she didn’t have to. Her silence was his answer. A relationship that he’d had to build twice was destroyed in only moments. He couldn’t afford to lose her. He knew she wouldn’t walk out on him over this, but he wasn’t quite sure if he could get that trust back. Her change in demeanor assured him that the woman he had gotten to know over the past year wouldn’t be there. In an attempt to try and save his friendship with her he’d done more harm than good. “I wasn’t thinking.”
“Obviously. Well next time you kiss someone think it through. You aren’t the only one with problems you know.” She pulled at her arm, but his grip was firm. With a defeated sigh she looked up at him and pleaded. “Oliver, please. Just let me go.”
If he did then it would be over. “Wait, just wait.” He had trouble swallowing as he lifted a hand to her cheek. Her blond hair brushed his fingers and he reached out for the second time that night and pulled at one of the springy curls. “I just didn’t want to take the chance that it was the wrong decision. Everything is finally starting to get back to normal. I just don’t think I could take the chance and mess this up.”
“Mess what up and how?” His eyes seemed to be watching his hand as it played with her hair. At her question he looked back to her.
“You get me, better than most. You’ve had the same highs and lows as me, you know everything about me. I trust you, with my life. When it comes to women and relationships I’m not that reliable. Ask Lois.” He hated to bring her up, especially when it was her cousin he had been making out with only five minutes ago. “I’d only wind up screwing it up in the end and I’d lose you.”
“You didn’t lose me a year ago.” He laughed bitterly at what she had thought would have made him feel a bit more secure.
“I lost everything.” Oliver pressed his palm against her cheek and caressed it with his thumb.
“I came back for you.”
“You did.” Oliver swallowed, barely making it past the growing lump in his throat. There was no way she knew what realization he was coming back to. There was no way around it. He’d been so wrapped up in what he’d lost in Lois he hadn’t seen what had been so obvious. Somewhere between Chloe saving him and being the only person to understand him she’d become perfect, the only one. The problem wasn’t that he didn’t want her. He did, but he didn’t want to take the chance. If he didn’t take the chance then she’d still be there, perhaps just as his friend, but he could handle that, at least he thought he could. But by taking that chance he could lose her. “And you saved me.” He said to her as much as he said it to himself.
“You deserved it.” There was pain in his eyes and she knew he was remembering that time in his life that he tried so hard to forget. “We’ve all made mistakes, but you didn’t deserve the torment you put yourself through. You deserve to be happy.”
Happy-- that was a foreign word to him. He hadn’t been truly happy in a long time. What he did, it made him feel good. Of that he could be proud of. Since she’d brought him back he’d made the right decisions, but still, there was something missing. He thought of Lois, remembering how she had always seemed to be that light he couldn’t reach, that one chance at happiness that he’d lost, that was out of his grasp and now in Clark’s. That ship had sailed regardless of how much he had tried to hold onto it. He’d pushed her away and lost her. Now here he was, standing before his lost love’s cousin ready to push her away and already seeing her slip away. “I made a mistake with Lois.” He brushed her lips with his thumb and fought the rising urge to lean in to her. “I pushed her away, and now I’m doing it with you.”
“I pushed Jimmy away.” Chloe admitted and tried to ignore the frown on his face. It was pity and she didn’t want it. “That was my fault and when I finally was ready, it was too late. I learned a lot of things that day, and one of them was you don’t always have a second chance. I should have held on to him while I had the chance.” His brow was furrowed in concentration as his eyes looked elsewhere on her face, not meeting her own. “What is it Oliver?” His thumb brushed over her lips again causing her breath to hitch.
He was getting a second chance and she was standing right in front of him, but she was right, if he pushed her away now he may not have that chance again. Taking a step forward he slid his hand behind her head, threading his finger in her hair. “Do you want me to stop?”
Her breathing came quicker as he tilted her head back. This time it was different. When they kissed the first time it had been rushed, spur of the moment without any consideration as to the future. This time, she’d given him the opportunity to walk away and he didn’t. Something had stopped him, and now that he was standing before her again, seemingly ready to give in, there was no way she could push him away. “I’m not Lois.”
“I don’t want Lois.” He buried his other hand in her hair and stepped closer, tilting her head back further. He had regretted Lois, but the fact of the matter was that she didn’t know him, not like the woman in front of him. She couldn’t understand. Chloe could. Chloe would always understand his pain, she would always understand the decisions he made, even when he wasn’t sure if they were the right ones. “I want the person who knows me.” He lowered his head slowly as he spoke. “I want the person that goes above and beyond to drag my ass back kicking and screaming even when I’m determined to ruin myself.”
“You saved yourself.” Chloe whispered as he came closer. “I only helped you along.”
“If you weren’t there I wouldn’t have.” His nose brushed against hers as he closed the inches that remained between them. “I need you.” He could hear her inhale and exhale shakily, and as he closed the distance her warm breath brushed against his lips. This time he didn’t want to pull away. There was no doubt in his mind that when he saw her the following day he wouldn’t regret it, it wouldn’t be awkward.
Chloe pressed her hands against his chest and leaned in, arching her body into his own. His hands slid away from her head and wrapped around her body, pulling her in an embrace and closer to his warmth. When his tongue slid over the seam of her lips she didn’t fight him, opening her mouth to him. She could have stayed there all night on that freezing cold balcony.
Her body froze in his arms and she was jumping back before he could even grab onto her. If looks could kill he hoped his would. The animosity that Oliver felt was in no doubt evident on his face as he turned around and found Gerard and one of Dustin’s dates. “What?”
“Stop making out and get inside.”
Oliver watched Gerard chuckle and walk away, the woman giggling behind him and smacking him on the arm. When he turned back to Chloe she was blushing. “Sorry.”
“No, it’s fine.”
It wasn’t fine, because she was standing away from him, holding the distance between them. Reaching out he grabbed a hold of her waist and pulled her closer. “No, it’s not.”
His head lowered again and breathed a sigh of relief as his lips came in contact with hers. A shiver ran through her, causing her teeth to chatter, and then he stopped.
“I’m an idiot.” Oliver wrapped his hands around her arms and rubbed them furiously. “You’re freezing. Come on.”
“I’m fine.” Chloe lied, but he was already wrapping an arm around her waist and ushering her towards the door. “Oliver…”
“Come on.” She sighed but allowed him to guide her through the door he had just opened. She seemed to relent because she took the lead and started walking in the direction of Gerard and Dustin who were now sitting at a sofa in the rear corner of the bar. The loud thumping of music wasn’t so loud in the upstairs bar, but it was much darker, offering privacy to its more expensive cliental. The lack of light didn’t hide the look of interest on the face of two men they were enarinng. He fought the urge to snarl at them and instead lengthened his stride in just enough time to grab her hip as she past them.
“What?” She turned around in confusion as she felt his body press against her own.
“Nothing, come on.” She looked at him strangely for a moment then shrugged. As she continued on, unaware of what had just transpired; he followed, daring the two men to look again. Sure enough they looked away. As they neared the table he whispered in her ear. “Are you sure you want to stay?” He didn’t like the humor in Gerard eyes or the smirk on Dustin’s face.
“I’d like to stay a bit longer.” Chloe stopped mid stride and turned her head to him. “I don’t really get out often.”
He nodded, his will giving way to her own easily enough. But he still didn’t relinquish his hold on her body until they reached the booth. He didn’t say anything as they took a seat. Dustin offered Chloe a glass of champagne and she took it courteously. As she sat back he couldn’t help but notice how she crossed her legs towards him causing their knees to brush against one another. The dress slid up her thigh provocatively and he prayed that whatever she wore underneath was kept hidden. In a move that was slightly possessive and a result of his need to touch her, Oliver reach out and rested his hand on her thigh. She glanced up at him meeting his eyes, and then looked away and leaned against his body.
The others talked amongst themselves, although they each seemed to be devoting more attention to one of the two women dressed as police woman. That left the two of them sitting there, attention only on each other. His fingers caressed her leg softly and as his thumb brushed closer to the inside of her thigh that she looked up, meeting his brown eyes.
“What?” He could see there was something behind her green orbs. It almost seemed like concern, but he couldn’t be sure.
“I think I’m ready to go.” The excitement of going out, playing dress up for the night, had worn off, especially in comparison with the few moments she’d spent on the balcony with Oliver.
“You sure?” She nodded in response and that was all the reassurance he needed. “I think we’re going to get out of here.” Oliver said loud enough for the others to hear. He stood up and held his hand out to Chloe. She smiled up at him as she placed her hand into his own and he couldn’t help the small twitch of his lips. As she stood she stepped closer to his body.
“Already?” Gerard stood with Dustin. “You just got here.”
“Yea well, forgive me if I don’t want to look at your two ugly faces for the rest of the night.” Oliver slid his jacket over his shoulders and settled it over Chloe’s. She opened her mouth to argue but he cut her off. “The temperature is dropping and I’d like to get out of here without having to punch someone.” She remained silent, instead smirking up at him, obviously pleased with herself. “Try to control your ego.”
“Look who’s talking.” Their goodbye’s were short and brief. The two men had a speculative gleam in their eyes that she tried to ignore and when she heard Oliver tell the French man to shut up she could only imagine what had been said. If Chloe had to be honest she wasn’t even sure where they were going or what they were going to do. When Oliver finally stepped away from the group he turned to her.
Her heart thumped in her chest as she realized she wasn’t even sure what she was ready for. Regardless, she nodded, and when he weaved his fingers into her own she let him pull her away. They were out of the club in minutes, standing outside the door. “Damn it’s cold.”
“I told you. Come on.” They walked down the street in silence, the entire time Oliver keeping an eyes on every dark corner, every cross street, and any person that walked within a few feet of them. It was after midnight, Chloe was barely dressed, and it wouldn’t take much for someone to recognize him. They made it back to the car without incident though. As he opened the door to allow her to step in she stopped. “What’s wrong?”
“I-.” She shut here mouth again, not quite sure how to tell him what was bothering her. He slowly walked around the door and came to stand in front of her.
“Chloe, it’s freezing out here and you’re shaking. Get in the car.”
“I know, I know.” She pulled his jacket tighter around her body. “Where are we going?”
“To get you out of that dress.” He said simply, and when she widened her eyes he chuckled. “Don’t be ridiculous Chloe. As tempting as the possibility is I’m not an idiot. But I would assume you would rather get into something more comfortable, unless you had something else in mind?”
She couldn’t miss the smirk on his face. He was enjoying making her uncomfortable. Realizing now that his intentions were the same as her own she realized. Slapping him on the chest she turned and stepped into his car. “If only you were so lucky.”
“Oh just give me time.” He said and before she could say another word he shut the door.