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Olivia smiled genuinely as she sent her the thumbs up emoji. Thinking if her boss only knew about her extracurricular activities, she wouldn’t be saying she was so good. She startled slightly as the man’s voice pierced the air; he was so quiet she almost forgot he was in the same room as her. Her jerk made her chair squeak against the tile.
“You have a pretty smile. And your hair is gorgeous. Such a beautiful shade of red,” Colin said, his eyes warm as they gazed at her.
Olivia shifted so she faced him head on in the seat and uncrossed her legs, planting them with a firm thunk firmly in front of her. Twisting her smile into an impassive expression, she stared at him plainly. She didn’t want him getting the wrong idea.
She lifted a haughty eyebrow at him, noticing his fingers twitch slightly on his right hand. Her eyes narrowed slightly with the movement.
“If you try anything, I’ll have you know that I’m not a screamer. I will hurt you and won’t think twice about it,” she spoke confidently, her gaze dragging from his twitching hand to his eyes. Boring into his and silently conveying that he did not intimidate her. Even though she knew that was a lie.
Olivia was so used to faking it till she made it that it was not a hard, silent message to shoot across to him.
Colin graced her with a truly devilish smile in response. His head tilted and his dark eyes flashed as he continued to stare her down curiously, silently, boldly.
Olivia tightened her lips, picking up on how predatorial he looked. Bad boy wasn't quite the phrase to describe this man.
She thought dangerous might be more appropriate.
“I believe only one of those statements are true,” Colin said, his tongue coming out to lick his bottom lip.
Olivia observed his broad chest expand slightly as she continued to hold his stare, uncaring that it was so uncomfortably intense.
“Hey, how much longer do you think?” Olivia asked, in an unbothered tone. She looked away dismissively and ignored him, preferring not to feed into his flirtation.
Turning her attention to her phone once again, she checked her credit card balance.
Maxed out.
Olivia grimaced as she placed her chin in her hand, trying to think. She absentmindedly tossed her head back and raised her left arm. Her fingers riffled through the strands of her hair repeatedly, and it soothed her hearing the thump of the heavy locks hitting the back of the blue diner chair repeatedly.
Her brain raced as she tried desperately to think of a way to get more money by the end of the weekend.
“Are you ok? You look… stressed,” Colin said, placing his elbows on his knees and leaning forward.
Olivia could feel his stare caress her whole body from her head to her feet and she didn’t like it. It felt judgemental. She ceased her movements, her hair falling back into place again.
“I’m always stressed,” Olivia bit out in an aggravated tone. She turned narrowed green eyes on him. “You don’t think I’d be working until almost eleven o'clock five nights a week at a diner in a not-so-great side of town if I were happy go lucky now do you?” she flashed him a sarcastic grin before her phone pinged.
She smoothly turned her attention away from the handsome meddler sitting just feet away from her.
Hey Rusty, I got a guy for you. Uber wealthy, some hotshot attorney, mid-forties. Wants one hour on Saturday night. Beating only, no need for costume, but asked if you could use a whip. Sounds like he just wants his shit rocked. He offered $2000. You down? -Gypsy
Olivia scoffed quietly, before her eyes flickered briefly to Colin. He was sitting there rubbing his thumb against his lips, still watching her. She mused curiously that he had some sexy interesting aura that she couldn’t decide if she liked or not. Then promptly dismissed the thought, because what did it really matter, anyway?
Jesus, what is with this guy? she thought to herself, before flickering her eyes back down to her phone and typing out her reply.
Did you tell him I don’t do sex, or get naked? -Rusty
Yes. He just wants to tumble. Sounded stressed. -Gypsy
Yeah well, ain’t we all? He can join the club. Send me his info tomorrow to my burner phone. Tell him he needs to reserve the hotel presidential suite on 3rd Avenue. I don’t meet new clients in their homes. Hey, I need pain pills. My arm is fucked. -Rusty
10-4 I got you. I’ll drop them off tomorrow. Xoxo Gypsy.
Feeling his gaze still on her, she turned her phone over in her hands while she met the man-Colin’s-stare boldly, not offering any more conversation. She really wasn’t trying to be rude, she was just too tired to talk. At this point in life, if it didn’t involve money, she wasn’t interested. She didn’t let herself have those feelings.
It was better that way.
Olivia's right arm spasmed just then, and her lips parted as she attempted to hide the pain by pulling her hair over her arm and stroking it, pretending to play with her hair. Using that to press into the pain.
