Hell's Kitchen was the destination for dinner, and Rosalie and Olivier were sat in the most coziest booth ever. Rosalie orders the Jidori Chicken Scallopini, and Olivier the crispy skin salmon. Crisp white wine was selected for the drink, and for dessert Rosalie's favorite: the sticky toffee pudding. "What the hell did you see in Chrysélie?" Rosalie asked, making Olivier lean back in his seat, the spoon slowly sliding down his lips as he thought about it.

"I saw someone that could complete me," Olivier answered. "Turns out, she's a conniving bitch that uses everything and everyone to her advantage, to get what she wants. In fact, I actually caught her in bed with one of my old business partners. She was using him to make me jealous, but I knew she was doing it to get that movie deal."

"Damn."

"My turn; why did you get with Aiden Lockheart?"

"I saw someone who can replace Elijah...turns out he was nothing like Elijah. He used me too-to get back at Lily."

The words nearly made Olivier choke on his wine. "Sorry, what?"

"Oh yeah, Lily isn't fucking loyal to Daniel. She says that she is, but in reality she's not. The woman is a hoe and has been for as long as I known her." Rosalie answered with a small smile. "You know, she threw a fuckin' sex party when we were in high school? Turned into a orgy that I had to leave-and that's when she found out that Daniel was cheating on her with Gen."

"Are you serious?"

"Yep. To her surprise, Genevieve was trying to get back at Lily for sleeping with her boyfriend at the time, so why not take Daniel away from her."

"Well, damn." Olivier laughed, shaking his head. "Guess we both dated a bunch of messed up people."

"Yeah we did," Rosalie agreed as they finished up their dessert. "But then...we wouldn't have met each other and hated and dated, huh?"

"Oh, is this our first date?" Olivier teased as they got up and paid for dinner-well, Rosalie paid for it since she knew Gordon Ramsey personally-and they went walking down the strip, taking in the Vegas night, of the lights and sounds that could tempt anyone to come in and play. For anyone that walked pass them, they wouldn't tell that they weren't a couple of rich people pretending to be a couple. One could tell by the way Olivier was holding Rosalie's hand and how she didn't snatch it from him-instead she squeezed his hand as they walked in comfortable silence.

Rosalie was thinking about what Olivier said about their arrangement-the dating, fucking whenever they wanted, and also living in the moment. With him. For one, crazy moment, she actually wanted to do it-to be in that moment with him, just live in that moment. Fuck. That actually scared her. To live in that moment and do whatever they wanted? That was scary. She barely heard Olivier calling her for her when she bumped into him, and turned to see that they stopped in front of the Bellagio.

Walking up to the railing, she stopped to look at the famous hotel, and a small smile tugged her lips. "Maybe it could work," she said out loud, making him look at her before the water show started-and Frank Sinatra's "Come Fly with Me" started to play. Turning to him, she blushed as she turned back to look at the water show, but she didn't notice that he pulled her into his arms and they started to dance.

Rosalie gasped as she was pressed against his chest, her fingers laced with his as they started to dance. Everyone stopped and stared at the couple as they danced. Some were even talking photos of them, and it made her lower her head down. The last time she danced like this was Christmas three years ago, and it was Christmas songs as she danced with her husband-and it was like she was in an old movie, dancing around and laughing. But here, right now, with Olivier...it was different.

Very different.

Raising her head, Rosalie looked up at him as "Fly Me to the Moon" started to play before she made the first move this time, wrapping her arm around his head and pulling his head down so she could kiss him.

Olivier was shocked-normally he'd make the first move, but now that she did, while they were dancing, made him draw a breath and draw her close to him as they kissed. 

"I said to myself this affair never will go so well/But why should I try to resist when baby I know so well?" Frank sang when "I've Got You under My Skin" started to play as they kissed. They kissed through the rest of the song and the water ballet, and Rosalie felt like she was swimming and Olivier was there to catch her. She didn't even remember when she released his hand so she could brush her fingertips on his jaw, but she did, even when it was over.

They broke apart, both of their lips swollen and chapped, and they looked at each other, catching their breaths while everyone around them clapped. For that one, split second, they weren't in Vegas, walking around and enjoying the neon lights-they were in their little world, just them, and she wanted to go back there.

Taking her hand once more, Olivier led her inside the Bellagio Hotel & Casino, and went straight to the Bellagio Conservatory & Botanical Gardens. They were transported to an Autumn wonderland, making Lady Rosalie gasp as they pointed out the statues and sculptures that they liked. They even took photos of them and each other, and were laughing themselves silly once they found a bench and sat down, catching their breaths.

"This is-" Rosalie started, turning to Olivier, placing a hand on her chest. "The greatest moment...I've ever-"

He cupped her cheek and pulled her in to kiss her once more, making her stop whatever she was thinking or was about to say as the whole world just stopped again, and it was just the two of them. She kissed him back, her hand crushing his shirt this time as they pulled back and looked into each other's eyes. They didn't say anything else-just got up and went back to their room, where they were kissing wildly.

"Rosie-Rosie stop," Olivier pulled back, catching his breath. "I can't-not until we talk about it. Our arrangement."

Arrangement.

That word stopped her from reaching out and kissing him again, and she sighed. "Our arrangement," Rosalie repeated, going to the sofa and sat down. "What about it? I thought our arrangement was going well."

He laughed and sat next to her. "Yes, it is going well-very well, actually." He admitted. "So I propose a little...tune up, if you would like to call it that."

"Tune up...like?"

"Spontaneous dates, just like this one." Olivier said with a hum. "Spontaneous surprises, like you showing up here to surprise me-"

"After Chysélie sent me that disgusting video of you two having sex?"

The mention of Chrysélie made Olivier groan. He really didn't want to discuss her, after everything she'd done to him. "Shall we not bring her up, mäi Schatz?" he asked, running a hand down his face. "This is about us, not about her."

Rosalie giggled and nodded. "Okay, okay, no more talking about her. But I do agree with the spontaneous dates and surprises. It sounds like fun and I really like showing up-maybe naked?" she hoped, shrinking her shoulders in a bit, making him laugh again. "Oh please-I've done that one time, it was fun!" she told him as she started laughing again.

"Maybe we can hold on the naked surprises..." Olivier nodded while wiping the tears from his eyes from laughing. Just being around her was so much fun, and he found himself enjoying himself without getting undressed or having sex. "For now. Now...I think we can say that this-" he moved his hand between them. "This is our first date, instead of what we were about to do two weeks from now?" he asked with a soft smile, and she nodded.

"Yep-this is our first date." She agreed as she stared to yawn and look at the time on his watch-it was nearly three. "Goodness." Rosalie said, getting up and going to her luggage. "It's getting late, and I'm close to falling asleep." She dug around until she pulled out her black cotton pajama set from Desmond and Dempsey, then go to the bathroom to change. "So we're sleeping in the same bed, or you-"

"I'm sleeping on the sofa." Olivier told her, cutting her off. There was no way in hell that he was going to sleep next to her tonight. He thought he was going to sleep with her right then and there, after what Chrysélie did to him last night.

Opening the door, Rosalie looked at him as he changed into his black Balmain Paris boxer shorts, her eyes traveling down to his big cock that was stuffed in there. ...oh. He's that...big...oh....closing her eyes and clearing her throat, she looked dead at him in the face instead of imaging what he was like in bed when they get to that part. "You don't have to do that," she assured him. "We're just going to sleep-you're not going to touch me that way, and I'll be on my side and you'll be on yours."

"Really?" he asked, taking a couple steps toward her. "Can you really resist jumping my bones, Lady Rosalie? Can you really just sleep next to me without being curious?" Olivier's question made him raise a eyebrow as Rosalie looked down from his lips to his chest, his six pack abs and his happy little thing...

"Oh I think I can," she assured him again, closing her eyes and clearing her throat. "Besides, I'm tired and I honestly don't think we're going to have sex right now. Are we?"

Olivier shook his head. "Nee, Rosalie. We're not going to have sex right now." He answered with a laugh as he pulled back the covers and slipped in bed. "We're going to sleep and in the morning, have breakfast, like a normal couple."

"Normal couple?" Rosalie repeated as she got into bed and shut off the lights. "Are we a normal couple?" she asked, sliding down to get comfortable.

"I would think we are." He answered, closing his eyes. "Gutt Nuecht, Rosalie."

"Bonne nuit, Olivier." Rosalie murmured as she fell asleep.

The next morning, Rosalie was the first to open her eyes, to find herself laying on Olivier's chest, just like she used to do when Elijah was alive. She felt his arms around her waist and his head was tucked into her, holding her, cocooning her. She smiled softly as she took one good look at him-handsome, yes. His shoulder length dirty blonde hair was silky smooth, and she wanted to run her fingers through it. He had a stubble that was light blonde, but he still looked sexy, even when he slept. Rosalie laid there, looking at him as he slept until her phone started to ring.

Hating to break the hold, she slowly turned and reached for her phone. Looking at the number, she frowned as she pressed the green button and placed it on her ear. "Bonjour?" she said softly.

"Is this the Lady Rosalie?" the voice asked, deep and eerie.

"Oui...who's this?" she asked slowly, her stomach twisting.

"Do you know who I am, my lady?" the voice asked again.

"Non...who the hell are you?" she hissed, not liking this at all.

"You're next, Lady Rosalie." The voice said, then hung up.

Rosalie looked at her phone, her body shaking with fear. She didn't hear Olivier waking up next to her or asking if she was alright. "Someone called me...and told me that I was next. I was next to die."

A curse so foul in Luxembourgish came out of Olivier's lips as he turned and reached for his phone. Rosalie still sat there, shaking and scared all at once. Why the hell is someone calling her and scare her like this? What has she done? She turned to Olivier as he spoke rapidly in Luxembourgish, and for a moment, he wasn't there.

She saw Elijah doing the same thing when he needed her safe, when shit was going down between him and Taylor Drake. Rosalie reached out and touched his arm, waiting for him to turn and look at her. This is what she wanted, truly-a man that took charge and protected her. But seeing Olivier do it now...she didn't want that. For some odd reason, she didn't want bodyguards everywhere-she wasn't Ava Jerome. She was Lady motherfucking Rosalie Darlington-Whit, and goddamn it, she was going to face this head on, without bodyguards.

"Why did you stop me?" Olivier asked. "I'm not letting anyone take you away from me, Rosie. Nobody."

"I'll be fine," she assured him for the fifth time, shaking her head. "No one's going to take me from you, mon amour. But I think we should have some breakfast and discuss this like reasonable adults."

He started to say something before the nickname mon amour reached his ears, and how calm she was. "But someone is threatening your life," he said, watching her slip out of bed and call room service. "Why aren't you upset like I am?'

"Because watching you get on the phone...calling someone to get bodyguards for me...that's what Elijah did. And I liked that, that's true. But...but I don't want that anymore." Rosalie answered, ordering some breakfast food and some earl grey tea. Olivier told her his order before she hung up and was free to talk again.

"Then what do you want? Because I thought you liked it when men take control and...all that."

"I thought that's..what I want," she admitted with a small smile. "But I don't want that. I..I just want you. All of you."