It was seven p.m. on Christmas day and Bella was slightly on edge.
Ever since this morning, it was as if everything Paul did caused a chain reaction in her body which somehow lead.
It was getting completely out of hand.
She even found herself staring at his muscled back as he washed up the dishes from their meal.
She had offered to do it but he had told her,
"You called the Chinese Restaurant, the least I can do is the dishes."
Even she had to chuckle at that one.
His voice brought her out of her less than appropriate thoughts.
"Seriously though Bella, you wanna have sex?"
Her eyes popped open.
"What?!"
Paul looked at her with an odd expression and dried his hands with a cloth.
"I said, you want me to buy a TV set? It's seriously boring around here."
Bella let out a deep breath.
Phew, that was close.
Then again, she was a little disappointed.
"Uh, no thanks Paul. I don't like to watch TV anyway. It would just be a waste of money."
"It's a pity. We could have played some sexy games."
Her eyes widened again.
"What?!"
"I said, it's a pity. I'm gonna miss the basketball game."
When he saw her exhale this time, he frowned in concern.
"Are you okay, Bella?"
He stepped closer to her.
She swallowed.
"Yes." She squeaked.
Paul raised an eyebrow and looked at her funny.
"Okay."
She blushed, embarrassed.
"I'mgonnagopaint." She said it so fast, it all sounded like one word.
Paul watched her disappear into the living room with a smirk on his face.
He knew he was affecting her.
Half an hour later
"Bella?" Paul asked as he watched her paint.
"What is that?"
Bella barked out a laugh.
"It isn't anything, Paul. It's abstract… It's not about what the painting looks like, it's about how it makes you feel."
"…Feels like a few blobs of paint…."
Bella chuckled.
"I know… but this what sells." She shrugged.
"They prefer this over your normal stuff?" Paul asked incredulously.
"Yep."
He shook his head.
"Idiots."
Bella agreed.
"So how much would something like this sell for?"
"Hm, anywhere between three hundred and one thousand dollars."
"Cheap people."
Bella laughed at him.
"Paul, not everyone's a billionaire like you… and my paintings aren't worth a billion…" Bella trailed off.
Paul gave her a lob-sided smirk and skipped towards the front door; he returned with a large square wrapped gift.
"Speaking of being worth a billion dollars…" He held the present out to her. "Merry Christmas."
Bella just stared at it in his hands for a little while.
"Paul…" He cut her off.
"I didn't buy it, I swear."
"Really?"
"Really."
Thoughts?
What do you guys think Paul got her?
Thanks for reading.
PLEASE no flames.