Chapter 30 OTA

Rose stood at Emmet's front door. She was about to eat crow and she was rehearsing what she was going to say.

Half-way through the third scenario, Emmet opened his front door and bumped into her – literally speaking. Although given Emmet's immense size, it was more like being knocked over by a snowplow.

He was wearing tennis shoes and some obscene looking track-pants. And quite obviously no underwear. He apologized to her, as he took his iPod headphones out of his ears and picked her up off his front porch.

"Sorry, I didn't hear you knock. I have the volume up way too high on these things."

"Oh it's okay, I didn't knock; I was just standing here, rehearsing what I was going to say."

She picked up the bottle of Grey Goose that she had sitting by her feet. It had survived the fall.

"Rosie Posey, you look all nervous. Please tell me you said a bad, bad thing." Emmet had a wicked little gleam in his eye, his dimples appearing on his cheeks.

"Yes Emmet, I said a bad, bad thing. So here is your Grey Goose and your check. It's made out to you, so you can forward it on to whatever charity you choose." She shoved the bottle in his general direction and threw the check at his feet.

As she started to walk away he said the words that she was dreading.

"Oh Rosie Posey, that's not a part of our deal. Remember, you have to tell me all the details now. Including the bad words you said, Princess." He was delighting in this. She knew he would be a sore winner.

Well, she was a very sore loser.

"You have your booze, you have your check, don't make me stoop to your level, Emmet."

"Oh, come on Rosie Posey, where is your spirit of sportsmanship? Tell Emmy the bad words."

"Fine. I said, Holy. And Fucking. And Shit. And after the dam wall broke I can't recall the other ones. But I have myself back in check right now, so it won't happen again. Well, probably. Hopefully, never again."

Emmet was doing a little dance like a 3 year old trying to hold in his pee.

"Yes, you broke...hoo-fucking-ray. Oh, thank goodness to fuck, I can swear again. I thought I was gonna fucking implode. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuck, I missed saying fuck so fucking much."

She walked up to him to slap him, but he caught her hand.

"Oh no, Rosie Posey, if you're going to slap me then it's going to be because I'm fucking you up against a wall and you're doing it to turn me on."

"You're disgusting, Emmet. Nothing about you would even make that a possibility. You're vulgar..."

"Oh admit it, you're so turned on by me it's not even funny. I see the way you look at me. Don't think I haven't noticed that you've noticed that I'm going commando right now."

Of course the second he mentioned the fact he wasn't wearing any underwear her eyes were instantly compelled to reconfirm that factor. He was slightly tenting his track pants.

"Well, only you would go out in loose pants without underwear."

"I have a very good reason; I ran out. And I'm currently lending the use of my washing machine to my neighbor. Who has 5 kids. And they have just come back from camping for the weekend. So pardon me that I put their laundering needs ahead of my own." He was getting defensive now, crossing his hands across his crotch. Like it was going to stop her eyeballs from paying attention to his bulge.

Which was quite impressive, by the way.

"Seriously Rose, I'm not just a piece of meat. I'm a university educated piece of meat who happens to like you."

Her eyes reverted back to his face.

"You LIKE me?" That was an unexpected bolt out of the blue.

"Yes. I've been doing the adult equivalent of pulling your pigtails for a good couple of months now Rose."

"Oh." Yes, oh. How had she not noticed this? Truth be told, she had kind of enjoyed their banter. People didn't ordinarily talk back to her. It was refreshing.

"So if you give me half a chance I'd like to take you out to dinner and treat you like a lady, which you are by the way. And I promise not to swear. I'll pull out your seat for you and everything."

She contemplated this for a moment.

"I will only agree on one condition."

"Okay and what's that?"

"You wear underpants."

"Deal."

Yay no angst this chapter. I've so been looking forward to writing this chapter. Originally I was going to have them just go at it like rabbits, and then I changed my mind. I think I like slow and steady better. But you let me know if you don't.