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“You’re that sure I’m going to mess up again?”
“Yes.” She kissed him.
Chapter 8
Eric was working his game. He was excellent in his role as the perfect boyfriend. He never pushed Olivia. He followed her lead. It had been six weeks since they had made their relationship official. He desperately wanted to sleep with her. He knew once he did, she’d be putty in his hands. However, he knew he had to time his next move precisely. Too early, and she could feel like she was being used. But he felt she had to be wondering why he hadn’t made a sexual move toward her.
On the nights when he wasn’t seeing Olivia, he was at La Porte Noir, with his favorite therapist, Jasmine. He knew it was just her professional name, but the way she counseled him was music to his ears. She was a temptress, seductress and the best sex he had ever had.
Tonight was going to be the night. He planned the perfect date, beginning with dinner at his friend's burlesque joint. He knew the atmosphere would make Olivia a little frisky. When he took her there on their first date, he noticed how excited she got watching the dancing and enjoying the music. Tonight, he booked a private curtained booth and a meal complete with arousing food.
When they stepped inside the elevator, Eric stood in front of Olivia and she slipped her hands around his waist and kissed his neck. Let her think she’s seducing him. That was his plan. Let her think he feels she’s too good for him. Make the fish come to him. As they exited the elevator, she grabbed his hand and walked very close to him. She leaned in and whispered, "I like this place. It makes me feel…it has a very spicy feel."
Spicy. More like sexy and intoxicating. If everything went as Eric planned, he’d be waking up in the morning in Olivia Bennett’s bed.
After dinner and a lot of touching and kissing behind closed curtains at dinner, Eric drove Olivia home. He escorted her inside as usual. When they exited the elevator and he walked her to her door, she opened the door, looked at him and kissed him. “Good night.”
He was floored. “Aren’t you going to invite me inside?”
She tilted her head and gave him a slight smile. “I don’t think so.”
“Why not? We normally have a night cap.”
“I don’t think that would be a good idea tonight.”
“Why not?”
“I just don’t. I’ll call you later. Good night.” She closed the door.
He stood there shocked. No woman had ever done that to him. He stood frozen a few more seconds before ringing the elevator. When the elevator arrived, he rode down in silence, retracing the evening and where he had misjudged Olivia. Everything seemed to be working in his favor. By his calculations, he should be upstairs undressing her. He looked at his watch. No, his mouth should be doing things to her that would have her calling out his name. Instead, he was on his way home.
The elevator stopped and he exited. As he came around the corner, he heard the lobby phone rin
g. He kept walking toward the front door. “Good evening, Clyde.”
“Oh, Dr. King…”
He stopped. “Yes.”
“Miss Bennett said you left something in her apartment.”
“What is it?”
“She didn’t say. She called down and said to tell you to come back up.”
He looked at his watch. He wanted to get to La Porte Noir and catch Jasmine. If he wasn’t going to be spending the night with Olivia, he needed a replacement. Self service wasn’t on the menu tonight.
He exhaled and went back upstairs. He rang the door bell and she opened the door. “Clyde said you called and said I left something.”
“Yes. Come in.”
“I’m not in the mood for games Olivia.”
“Would you please come inside. I don’t want my neighbor to hear us.”
He looked down the hall at the only other door on the floor, remembering the old man he saw a few weeks ago. He stepped inside and stood next to the credenza.
“What did I forget?”
