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I grab it and scribble a thank you on one of her legal pads. I skim through the contracts until I find her bulleted list of things she thinks we need to negotiate and things we can offer as incentives. I pause outside my office door, debating whether or not to look through everything up here or take it down to the table and look through it there. I decide to get back down to her, as if I could stay away.
16
OLIVIA
“Here you go,one glass of prosecco for the lady.” Sammy sets my drink down with a flourish. “Please let me know if you need anything else, although I’m sure Grant will be back down here soon.”
“Thank you,” I say with a warm smile.
I turn my attention back to the stage where a woman with curves for days practices marking her routine. I feel a dash of envy as her body sways with the music. I can already tell her number is going to be my favorite. I’ve never had a curvy body, even when I was at a healthy weight. My body is more athletic and angular even when it’s not half starved and emaciated.
I hear Grant’s voice as he walks back into the lounge. His loud laughter startles me, though it shouldn’t, his laugh was always my favorite. It’s this deep, rumbly, joyous sound only matched in beauty by the masculine perfection of his face. I peek around the corner to see that the source of his laughter is Sammy. Even from across the darkened room, I can see the crinkles of laughter in the corner of Grant’s green eyes. Sammy says something else, and Grant's head tilts all the way back, his Adam’s apple bobbing with each guffaw.
He’s so beautiful it hurts to look at him. He’s dressed in a perfectly tailored Armani suit but with no tie and the top two buttons undone. He’s the only one of the guys who doesn’t have any tattoos or piercings, but his body is a work of art in and of itself. Broad shoulders that taper down to narrow hips, all of it covered in skin with a perpetual tan. Plus, his stupidly handsome face with its sharp jawline and regal nose. If any of my guys were meant to be famous, it’d be Grant.
He’s not one of your guys though. Pussy is pussy, remember.
A bolt of pain stabs me in the chest, piercing the thin shield of protection I’ve built around Grant. He used to be like that with me. He used to hold me in his arms and laugh with me until we were both gasping for air. I didn’t realize how much I missed that until now, seeing him give it to others so freely. His knuckles rap the bar twice before he turns and starts heading my way.
I slide back quickly, so he doesn’t see me watching him. I focus on the bubbles in my prosecco as I blink back unwelcome tears. The last thing I need is for him to look at me and see how sad I am.
He drops a folder on the table and slides into the booth beside me. The smell of his woodsy cologne hits me, and I momentarily let my eyes close as I drag the scent into my nose. He scooted all the way over to me again, I can feel his warmth against my exposed thigh.
Clearly all the sex I’ve had over the past week is going to my head because all I want to do is open my legs wide for him. I still remember the first time he touched me, it was the first time anyone ever had.
“Liv.” Grant holds his hand out for me. “Come dance with me. Lake’s been hogging you all night.”
I look up at him and smile as I take his hand. He leads me out onto the ballroom floor where Prom is being held. A few of the girls shoot me dirty looks as I pass. I can’t blame them. I showed up with the four most popular guys at school, and none of them have any interest in dancing with any other girl.
Grant leads me to the middle of the dance floor, we’re surrounded by other sweaty teenage couples, some are drunk, some are making out, some might even be having sex for all I know. He smiles down at me as he pulls me flush against him. The song is slow, so I wrap my hands around his neck, and his land on my hips, searing me through the sequined fabric of my dress.
“Do you trust me?” he asks me with a rogue smile.
“Yeah, you know I do.” I roll my eyes at his mischievous look.
“Put your head on my shoulder, and if you need to scream,” he winks, “bite my neck instead.” He drags me even closer and moves us to a dark corner on the dance floor, one of his hands trapped between us.
I gasp in surprise as I feel his hot palm at the apex of my thighs. He strokes the crease of my thigh slowly, causing me to drag in ragged breaths. My fingers dive into his silky blonde hair as his finger slides under my panties.
“I didn’t get to be your first kiss. Can I be the first to do this for you?” he whispers in my ear as he teases the soft curls under his finger.
I want to say yes, but we’re in a room full of people. “What if someone sees?”
“No one is going to notice. I’ll always keep you protected, Liv.” He gives me a light kiss, pausing just long enough to run his tongue over the seam of my lips. “Although I don’t really give a fuck if anyone sees.”
He shifts his hips against me, managing to give him more space and me more coverage. I can feel his hardness pressed against my hip. When I look up and meet his green eyes with my brown, I give him a nod of consent. His shoulders shudder as he tightens his hand on my hip briefly.
His eyes hold mine as he slides his finger over my clit. I tug on his hair and bite my lip as he increases the pressure. I rest my forehead in the crook between his shoulder and his neck, gasping at the pressure growing between my legs. I’ve touched myself before, but this is different. I can’t tell if it’s because he’s the one doing it or it’s the danger of getting caught.
He groans as he slides two fingers inside my pussy, and I immediately clench down around him. He murmurs for me to relax, and he starts pumping them in and out of me slowly. Then he finds a spot that makes my knees buckle, his arm locking around my back is the only thing keeping me upright.
I cry out as the orgasm starts to build, and he closes his lips over mine, swallowing my ecstasy. He deepens the kiss as my walls flutter around his constantly moving fingers.
“What are you thinking about that has you so flushed?” Grant is looking at me with mild curiosity.
My cheeks flame as I search for some plausible explanation. “I was just thinking about one of the dancers I saw practicing.”
He studies me for a minute, his eyes drilling into me for the truth. “It’s good to see that some things never change. You’re still a terrible liar, Liv.”
