Chapter 2
That night after countless hours of "Wear this!" and "Say that!" Rosie was ready. On the raft ride to Bill's boat Rosie thought about what she was wearing. She had completely changed. She had on a long, black nightgown that had a plunging neckline. There was more make-up on her face than she ever wore in her entire life. Everything was blurred slightly because she didn't have her glasses on. She kept a spare in her cleavage. She finally got to the boat. She climbed onto it very carefully. She searched the boat for any signs of Bill. She took off her shoes and quietly descended into the lower deck of the boat. Having been on it once, she knew where the bedroom was. Bill was in there. The light was on and she peeked inside. He was reading on his bed. She stepped back into the hallway and took a deep breath. Here goes nothing she thought. She stepped into view.
"Hello Mr. Anderson." she said in the most seductive voice she could muster. Bill jumped at the sound of her voice. He looked up. She was leaning up against his door way with her hip out.
"Rosie!?" he asked unable to believe what he saw.
"Mm. The same." she said. She began to step towards him but when she moved, her dress got caught on the door frame. She tried desperately to get untangle the string that got caught on the wood. She stood there for a good 5 minutes. Trying to untangle yourself while still trying to look sexy was not an easy task. When she finally got loose she began walking towards him, exaggerating the movement of her hips. However she exaggerated a little bit too much and stumbled a little. Bill resisted the urge to laugh. She straightened herself and kept walking.
"So this is you?" he asked her. He knew it wasn't he just wanted to hear her response.
"If it's what you like, then yes." Rosie replied thinking that up quite quickly, although she half meant too. If this is what she had to do to show Bill she cared, then so be it. Bill's eyes widened. She was willing to change herself for him? If the wasn't devotion he didn't know what was. Rosie sat down at the edge of his bed. Her vision blurred. She didn't realize that she had been staring at Bill's lamp, which was only a few inches away from his head. "Do you like what you see?" she said trying desperately trying to ignore her poor vision.
"Were you talking to me or my lamp?" Bill chuckled slightly. The truth was Bill, liked what he saw last night. The real Rosie. He was just afraid of a relationship. Rosie looked down. She could see now how ridiculous this was. She only succeeded in making a fool out of herself. She was completely embarrassed.
"I'm so sorry for wasting your time Bill. I can see that you don't find me attractive in any way." she paused. " Well at least I gave you a good laugh tonight" Rosie said in her regular voice. "I'll go." she said holding back tears. She got up to leave.
"Rosie wait!" Bill said stopping her. She turned around hesitantly. "Come here." She obeyed. He got up and met her in front of his bed. "Rosie, why did you do this? This isn't you." Rosie looked down at her feet.
"I thought you didn't like me. So I thought I'd turn myself into something you did like and, in time, you'd learn to love the real me." Rosie told him innocently. She took out her glasses from her dress and put them on.
"Rosie, I already love the real you." Bill told her with a smile. Rosie stepped back a little.
"Then why did you run from me yesterday?" Rosie asked him. Bill took a breath.
"I was scared." he said bluntly.
"Scared! Of what? Me?!" Rosie asked him confused.
"I was scared that you would reject me. I was too in love with you already; if I got in any deeper the hurt would be too much to bear." Bill finally confessed to her. He sat down on his bed. "I was a fool." he added.
"So all this time you were scared that I was going to break your heart? Funny all this time I thought you just didn't like me" Rosie said to Bill sitting down on his bed.
"Rosie I love you. Nothing will change that." Bill said sincerely. Rosie smiled at him. He kissed her. It was a sweet kiss. Rosie smiled even wider if that was possible. Rosie giggled. She had left a lipstick stain on his lips. She tried to wipe it off as best as she could. Bill wiped his mouth. "Are you wearing lip stick?"
"Yeah curtsey on Tanya. Actually everything you see here is curtsey of Tanya." She laughed a bit pointing at herself.
"Well I sort of have an idea why you came here in the first place." Bill began leaning back on his elbows. "If you're still up to it, so am I." Rosie looked at him. Had he really asked what she thought he asked?
"Baby you don't have to ask me twice. I'll be right back." she said. She went right into the bath room. She washed off all the make-up. She looked just like herself again. She stripped the nightgown off and put on one of Bill's shirts that was lying around. She took one last quick look at herself in the mirror. She smiled. When she came back Bill was still at the edge of his bed. "I'm ready" she said softly. Bill looked up and smiled.
"You look even sexier in my shirt than you did in that dress." he said as she approached him. She laughed as she sat down next to him. He held her face close to his. He kissed her and whispered "You're beautiful just the way you are." Rosie smiled as their kisses deepened. Each kiss became more passionate and more filled with need than the one before. Bill laid Rosie down on his bed and…!