First of all thanks to all of you who wrote a review. It's really great to read them and to know there are people out there who like my story. Special thanks go to vanillajoy for her nice pm! I hope I'll be able to continue updating on a regular basis, but I'm quite optimistic right now, I'm already working on chapter seven. But first of all here's chapter six for you. Enjoy!

Indecent Proposal

The conference at the Plaza the next morning seemed to go on forever. Rory just sat there without really paying attention, hoping it would be over soon.

This morning had been physically exhausting for her and all she wanted to do right now was going to sleep and forget the previous evening ever happened. Roger had been very kind to her this morning, asking her how she was and if he could do anything for her and, of course, apologizing once again. Rory had to turn her face away from him more than once so he didn't see how close she was to break out in tears. Him being so nice after what she had done only made her feel worse.

Even now as they were sitting next to each other in the conference room she felt him looking at her every once in a while, checking if she was alright. Rory knew he didn't do it to annoy her but it drove her mad. She didn't deserve his kindliness and she surely didn't want his compassion. After all she had brought herself into that mess.

Finally Mr. Peterson, the editor-in-chief of the New York Times, ended the conference and Rory wasn't able to refrain from letting out a relieved sigh. She got up from her chair and tried to get out of the room as fast as she could, without having to talk to anybody. But when she reached the coat check Roger was already there, smiling at her.

"Can I take you home, Rory?" he asked and helped her into her coat. "I got my car in the garage, so if you like I can give you a ride."

"Stop!" Rory nearly screamed and turned around to face him. "Stop being so nice, okay? I know you only mean well, but please, just stop it."

Roger just looked at her, a little surprised, but on the other hand, he had kind of expected this sooner or later. Rory was the kind of woman who didn't want to let anybody see how miserable they were. But being kind to her made it harder for her to keep her feelings inside. He knew this but couldn't help it. He just had to be there for her.

"Rory, you're miserable. And it's partly my fault. You can't expect me to just leave you behind without making sure you're gonna be okay. And don't try to fool me, you're far from being okay." he said in a calm voice.

"I don't want your pity!" Rory spat out, but her words were in a strong contrast to the look in her face. He could see tears forming in her eyes and once again she turned away from him to hide it.

"Rory, it's okay to let somebody see your tears." he whispered and placed his hand gently on her shoulder. She didn't respond but he could feel her letting her guard down. "Come on, I'll drive you home." he told her, laid his arm around her shoulder and lead her to the bell desk. He told the concierge he needed his car as soon as possible and then they went out to wait in front of the hotel.

Rory didn't say a word the whole time. She knew one word would be enough to start a waterfall of tears. So she just walked next to Roger, holding back her tears with all the strength she had left until she got into his car. When he started the engine and drove out onto the busy street she finally stopped fighting the tears.

For a while neither of them said anything. Rory just sat there and cried silent tears. The pain she had felt the previous night was gone and now she just felt empty. Something had died when Logan left her behind in the rain and even though she knew that time would make things better Rory already knew that this wound would never heal completely. The only person able to make her whole again would be Logan, but she knew he would never take her back. He had Rebecca. Rebecca, the perfect blonde who was about to get the life Rory had rejected.

Roger heard her sobbing from time to time and each time he looked at her his heart broke for her. What was it that hurt her like that? What kind of man could hurt a woman as wonderful as her? Eventually he couldn't keep the silence anymore. "Ror, I know you don't want to hear it, but if there's anything I can do to make you feel better, please, tell me."

Rory looked at him before wiping away her tears and breathing deeply a few times. When she felt calm enough to speak she turned back to the road and said: "You can stop asking me if I'm okay. I'm not, we both know it. So stop asking." She hadn't meant her voice to sound that harsh, but she couldn't help it. She had to build a wall around her heart because otherwise she couldn't stand it any longer.

"That's it?" Roger replied.

"Actually, no." Rory gave back. "If think you have to do something, fine. You can fuck me the way you did yesterday again. That kinda helped." In the beginning she had just said that to shut him up, but when she gave it a second thought the idea didn't seem so bad at all. The only time she had stopped thinking about Logan since she ran into him had been in Roger's bed. Having sex with him had made her forget the pain, only for a little while, but that was better than nothing.

Roger was shocked. That was the least he had expected her to say. "Ror, please. That's not the solution."

"You're right. But you know what? There is no solution to the mess I'm in. I'm not looking for a solution. I'm looking for something that makes me feel better." Rory gave back angrily.

"It didn't seem to make you feel better yesterday." Roger tried to remind her of her breakdown the night before.

Rory immediately wiped the image of herself lying in Roger's arms while crying her heart out away. "That was afterwards. The sex made me feel better. And I've noticed you didn't have a bad time either." With this, Rory put her hand on Rogers thigh and started to stroke up and down, feeling him shudder under her touch.

She knew it wasn't fair to him. And she knew it wasn't herself to do something like that. But it was the only thing she could think of right now that would make her feel better at least temporarily.

Roger could feel himself getting hard and silently cursed himself. Why did she have such an effect on him? He knew he should be strong, shouldn't give in to her. But he wanted her just too damn much. Trying to get in her pants had always been more like a game for him but the previous night he had fallen for her. He knew giving in to her wouldn't give him what he actually wanted. She offered him her body, nothing more. But he felt he was already in too deep, he would take whatever she was willing to give.

"Don't try to talk me out of it, Roger. After all you'll profit from it, too." Rory whispered huskily, trying to ignore the voice in her head that screamed how wrong her actions were.

"I can't do that." the man managed to get out.

"It's just sex. Physical attraction. Come on, you tried to get into my pants for such a long time, you can't reject me now."

"It's wrong." Roger said, but his voice sounded anything but steady.

"Who cares?" Rory asked, continuing to caress his thigh. "You know you want it, Roger. I can see you want it." she added, looking at the bulge in his pants.

They reached Rory's apartment and she took her hand away to unbuckle her seatbelt. The loss of physical contact almost hurt Roger and he knew he had already lost the fight. He would give in, ignoring the screaming voice inside of his head.

"Thanks for driving me. I'll give you a little time to think." Rory told him and opened the door, letting the cold winter air in. She got out of his car and grabbed her bag from the backseat, then leaned back into the passenger seat. "But I think you've already made your decision."

With that she closed the door and walked towards her home on shaky legs. Who was this woman she had become?