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“I mean, I must’ve called about a hundred and fifty times. Run up a huge phone bill for the office to enter the contest,” she explains, and I feel myself relax.
Noticing how she can’t.
“They’ll probably fire me,” she gulps, and I reach for her again, placing my hand over hers as I explain one thing at least. “I’ll make sure the phone bill is taken care of. Nobody’s gonna fire you,” I assure her, trying not to smile.
It seems to be all she needs to hear, but I do register her hand reaching for mine when I go to take it away.
She relaxes and closes her eyes, but I can feel her heart beating through the pulse in her hand.
It matches the thundering of my own heart, pounding against my ribs as well as someplace else.
Someplace I haven’t felt stir for a long, long time.
“Is this really happening?” she finally asks, daring to open her eyes again, focusing on mine as I feel myself wondering the same thing.
“I sure hope so, Olivia. I mean, of course, it is,” I tell her, smiling.
“I suppose you have fans fainting all the time?” she asks, rolling her eyes before propping herself up on one elbow.
“I’ll be fine now,” she chimes, the look on my own face registering with her.
“Uh, great,” I stammer, wondering just how I’m gonna stand upright in front of her with my newfound tent pole at the front of my pants.
I wasn’t looking at Olivia like that. And not because she isn’t pretty.
I mean, she’s beautiful.
She’s perfect.
She just has that effect on me though and the more I look at her, the harder I seem to be getting.
“Are you alright?” she asks me, looking as concerned as I sounded just moments ago.
The door opens again, and her eyes shift for a moment which gives me the second I need to stand up and situate myself on the edge of the couch quickly crossing my legs.
I almost groan in pain as my arousal gets caught on my clothes, but being so close to her, feeling something as intense to match my hardness only seems to make it harder than ever.
“Umm. Sorry to interrupt, Mr. Mercury. But we have some paperwork here for uh… Olivia to sign. And Denise is on the phone, she’s on her way down.”
One of the ‘crew’ my mom has arranged, already ruining everything by butting in. He’s a scrawny sly looking guy.
I think he’s one of the lawyers she hires.
“What paperwork?” Olivia asks, sounding suddenly edgy again and sitting herself up but choosing not to get up all the way just yet.
“Just a formality, some privacy consent forms, and the usual stuff, Y’know,” he murmurs.
“Uh, no. I don’t know,” Olivia says firmly, managing to stand up on her own and take a few steps towards the guy who sighs, giving me a ‘really?’ kind of look.
But I’ve got issues of my own over here. Seeing Olivia from behind now, that perfect heart shaped ass of hers, her legs oh so gently set apart as she stands her ground.
I let out a low moan without even meaning to, making both of them look over to me instead.
“Paul, isn’t it?” I ask him absently.
“It’s Rick,” he answers briskly.
“Rick. How about we worry about that later. I’ll call Denise and fill her in. I think right now we’d like to be going, so maybe have the car ready to meet us in the basement? The same way we came in, I think it’s time we-”
I’m trying to get us both out of here before my agent mother appears, but also before anyone else interrupts us.
I thought this was gonna be a day with Jack Mercury. So far it’s been nothing but interruptions.
“Maybe leave any paperwork with me,” Olivia pipes in, shrugging cheerfully, “Just gimme a minute to go over it?” she suggests, sensing my mood and playing along perfectly.
Once Rick shrugs himself, he hands Olivia a clipboard and a pen before leaving us alone again.
“Is there another way out of here?” I hear myself ask her, not meaning to sound so desperate.
“Sure, right through there,” Olivia says knowingly, tossing the clipboard down onto the couch as I hold a hand out to grab hers in mine.
“You thinking what I think you’re thinking?” she asks, hardly able to contain her excitement now that she’s feeling more like herself.
“It’s supposed to be a day with just me isn’t it?” I ask, grabbing her hand and pulling her along as we swiftly find another exit and make our way down to the basement car park.
“A whole twenty-four hours or just a workday?” she asks once we’re in an elevator.
It’s only then I notice I’m staring at her and she’s staring at me in the same way.
Not even seeming to mind that I’m flying at half-mast still and minding even less when I don’t even answer.
