Roses at the Fire Station
1673 Words
BLOSSOM
The moment we stepped into his mansion, the entire atmosphere changed.
Men in black suits rushed around immediately while maids hurried to prepare things before he even spoke a single word. The huge house looked calm on the outside but inside, it was no different from their family mansion. The tension, the cleanliness and the silence.
Maybe it was because their boss had almost died tonight.
I tightened my fingers around the first aid kit while walking down the long hallway behind one of the maids. My body still ached from the accident but my mind kept replaying the explosion over and over again.
The way Louis had done everything to save his chauffeur even at the risk of his own life. He was obviously nothing like the way Elijah had described him to be.
My chest tightened slightly.
The maid stopped in front of a large door. “Mr. Verran is inside, Miss.”
I nodded slowly before pushing the door open.
And immediately froze.
Oh.
My.
God.
Louis sat at the edge of the bed with his back partly facing me. Fresh bandages and medical supplies were scattered across the mattress beside him, soaked bloody clothes everywhere but none of that mattered to me.
He was shirtless.
Completely shirtless.
The dim light inside the room fell across every hard line of muscle on his body. His shoulders were broad and strong while scratches from the crash ran across his skin. His arms looked even bigger without his suit covering them, veins visible beneath his skin as he reached for something on the bed.
My eyes lowered before I could stop myself.
His chest.
His abs.
Down to his lower body.....
A deep amused voice suddenly cut through my thoughts.
“See something you like?”
Heat exploded across my face instantly.
My head snapped upward only to find Louis staring directly at me with obvious amusement in his eyes.
“ I was not staring,” I denied quickly.
One of his brows lifted. “You’ve been standing there silently for almost a minute, Blossom.”
I cleared my throat immediately and shut the door behind me harder than necessary.
“I came to treat your wounds,” I muttered while walking toward him. “Not admire your body.”
A low chuckle left his throat.
That stupid chuckle somehow made me even more embarrassed.
I placed the first aid kit beside him before kneeling slightly in front of where he sat. Up close, the bruises and cuts looked worse now. Small pieces of dried blood still stained his skin from the crash.
“You should’ve gone to the hospital. You might need stitches." I said quietly while opening the kit.
“I hate hospitals.” he said before turning to face me. "Besides, I have you. Don't I?"
I froze.
Why was everything he was saying so sexy?
I cleared my throat and tried to focus. “That’s not an excuse. I am a firefighter medic. I might not be skilled enough to—"
“You are for me."
I rolled my eyes before grabbing cotton and antiseptic.
“Try not to complain too much.”
Louis leaned back slightly against the headboard, watching me carefully.
“Be gentle"
I glanced at him with a sarcastic look.
“You survived a car explosion.”
“And now I’m in your hands. That’s more dangerous.”
I almost smiled at that.
Almost.
Dipping the cotton into antiseptic, I carefully pressed it against the cut near his shoulder. I expected him to flinch immediately.
But he didn’t.
Not even slightest.
His expression stayed calm while he watched me work quietly.
I frowned a little. “Doesn’t this hurt?”
“It does. Maybe you should blow on it." Louis said, throwing me one of his hot smirks.
"I'm not blowing on anything."
"I saved your life. Plus I just paid over 200 grand for you and your father's lives. Are you seriously going to let me be in pain?" Louis asked, hitting the hammer right on the nail.
He saved my life.
I couldn't just be ungrateful. After all, if he hadn't come to save me, maybe he would have never entered his car.
"Fine, I'll bow on it, big baby." I said, bringing my lips down close to his shoulder.
Warm air left my lips softly as I blew against the cut on his shoulder.
Louis’ body tensed immediately beneath my hands. A deep breath escaped him, low and rough, and even though he tried to hide the reaction, I noticed it instantly.
Interesting.
I kept my expression completely innocent as if I had not noticed anything at all. Meanwhile, my fingers continued cleaning the blood from his skin slowly and carefully.
“You’re very dramatic for someone who acts tough all the time,” I muttered.
Louis’ eyes stayed locked on my face.
“You’re enjoying this too much.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Hmmm.”
I dipped another piece of cotton into antiseptic before moving closer again. This time I cleaned the scrape near his collarbone, taking my time while the scent of his cologne mixed with smoke and the faint smell of antiseptic around us.
He smelled unfairly good for someone who had nearly died tonight.
The thought made my chest tighten strangely.
Trying to ignore it, I leaned down again and gently blew across the fresh wound.
Louis sucked in another breath.
His fingers curled slightly against the bedsheets.
I bit the inside of my cheek hard to stop myself from smiling.
Oh, he definitely felt that.
“You okay?” I asked sweetly, pretending complete innocence.
Louis stared at me for a long moment before letting out a short laugh under his breath.
“You’re playing a dangerous game, Blossom.”
“I’m literally treating your injuries."
"I have an injury," he said taking my hand in his before guiding it down to his trousers. "It's down here."
I sucked in a deep breath as I touched his e***ction. He was huge and swollen.
"Is that—?" I started but I couldn't complete my words.
My entire body burned instantly.
Louis’ gaze darkened the second my hand touched him through the fabric of his trousers. The playful teasing from earlier disappeared completely, replaced by something heavier. Hotter.
His fingers tightened gently around mine while silence filled the room.
“That,” he said slowly, his voice rougher now, “is exactly what you think it is.”
I tried pulling my hand away immediately, but Louis caught my wrist before I could move far.
"Don't worry. It'll fit," he whispered with a playful smirk.
I hit him with my free hand.
"You playboy. Don't think you're going to use me against Elijah. I would never agree." I said tugging hard until he let me go. "As I've said, I'll pay you back in instalments."
Without a single word, I rushed out of the room. My feet kept moving on its own without stopping. I ran out of the house into the cold night, my legs shaking.
Suddenly my phone vibrated.
Elijah: I'm so sorry for the way I reacted. Don't be mad with me. I love you.
It was the same message, the exact words he used whenever he had done something wrong.
My heart pounded.
Both brothers.
Hot. Handsome.
And they were both chasing after me.
******************************************
Three days later, I stood beside Truck Seven at the fire station, holding the heavy water hose while the tank slowly filled.
Cold water splashed lightly against my boots as the loud sound of rushing water echoed around the station yard. The morning sun was already hot against my skin and sweat clung to the back of my neck beneath my uniform.
“Blossom!”
I turned immediately at the sound of Marcus’ voice.
One of the firefighters jogged toward me carrying a huge bouquet of red roses in both hands while the other men behind him whistled loudly like children.
My eyes widened.
“What is that?” I asked carefully.
Marcus grinned wickedly. “Flowers.
Obviously.”
“I can see that.”
“Then stop acting confused.” Another firefighter, Ben, laughed while wiping grease from his hands. “The delivery guy said they’re for you.”
The second those words left his mouth, the entire station exploded with noise.
“Ayyyy!”
“Our Blossom finally has a rich boyfriend!”
“Whoever bought those flowers definitely has money.”
“See the size of that bouquet!”
Heat rushed straight to my face as Marcus shoved the flowers into my arms dramatically.
The bouquet was ridiculously expensive. Fresh red roses mixed with white lilies and black wrapping paper tied with a silver ribbon.
My stomach dropped immediately.
Louis.
It had to be him.
“Read the card!” Ben shouted excitedly.
“Yes! Read it!”
I sighed heavily before pulling the small black card from between the flowers.
The moment I opened it, my heart skipped.
For the firefighter who keeps running away from me.
— Louis.
My chest tightened instantly.
“Ohhhhh!” Marcus yelled loudly, snatching the card from my hand before I could stop him.
The men around us burst into laughter immediately.
“Running away from him?”
“That sounds serious.”
“Blossom, are you into some freaky stuff?"
“Tell us his name!”
I grabbed the card back quickly. “Mind your business.”
“That means yes!”
The teasing only became worse.
One of them even placed a hand dramatically over his chest. “I used to think we had something special, Blossom.”
“You people are so annoying,” I muttered, trying hard not to smile.
Truthfully, part of me liked the attention.
Another part of me wanted to hide inside the truck permanently.
Unfortunately, that was exactly when Chief Darius walked into the station yard.
The laughter died almost instantly.
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