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“There you are,” Jace says from the kitchen table. “I almost sent a search party for you.”
“Sorry I took so long.”
“It’s fine, I was teasing.” He removes the dish covers.
There’s lasagna and a green salad. “That looks so good.” I take a plate and proceed to serve myself. For once, I wish I was one of those people who have big appetites. Alas, I’m not and I content myself with a serving spoon of each.
“You’re not a big eater,” Jace says as he serves himself.
“No. I learned early that kids who ate too much annoyed their foster parents.” I almost clamp a hand on my mouth. I can’t believe I said that aloud. I keep the details of foster care to myself and have only ever shared them with Chris. Even then, I kept them to a bare minimum when I saw how much they were affecting him.
“Did it work?” Jace asks as if I haven’t just dropped a bombshell.
“It did to an extent,” I tell him. “The foster parents kept you longer if you weren’t constantly asking for food.”
“That’s terrible,” Jace says but there’s no pity in his voice and I like that.
We chat throughout dinner as though we’ve known each other for years. We wash the dishes side by side, then Jace carries the wine to the living room.
“Hey, I’m going to my brother’s house for dinner tomorrow. Come with me,” he says.
I hesitate. Going to his brother’s house is a bit much. I’m in Jace’s life under false pretenses and I don’t want to forget that.
“You wanted to meet Ivy Martin,” he says in a teasing tone. “This is your chance.”
Ivy Martin. When will I ever get another chance to meet the author that I admire so much? I exhale. Just the once, after which, I’ll keep out of Jace’s family life. “Okay, but only because I want to meet my favorite author.”
“I’ll take it,” he says and smiles at me.
Chapter 9: Jace
I hate that Olivia went through such a tough upbringing but at the same time, I admire her for her sweet nature. She has no bitterness whatsoever and she has clearly come to terms with her past. I don’t know if I would be that gracious if roles were reversed.
“Is it odd being the only non-medic in your family?” Olivia asks. Her face is flushed from the wine, making me want to kiss her.
I’m enjoying talking to her and getting to know her. There’s freedom in knowing that we won’t have to continue working together when the affair is over. I can be myself and it’s easy to do that with Olivia. She’s very different from the women I’ve known in my life, yet she’s young. From twenty-four to my thirty-four years, she makes me feel ancient.
“I’m the first born so yes, I did feel the pressure when I went to college. My grades would have allowed me to pursue medicine but I was never interested in it.”
“What about your parents, how did they take that?”
“They did throw subtle comments but when they realized how serious I was about finance and management, they let me be.”
Olivia inches closer as we speak and her eyes are glued on me. She makes me feel like the most interesting man in the world.
“Have you ever thought about being a journalist?” I tease. She has a curious mind and a way of looking at you as if you’re the only one who matters. Like she wants to know everything about you.
She laughs. “Yes. Many times.” She crosses one leg over another and my eyes are drawn to her thighs.
My thoughts take a nose dive and all I want is to have her next to me. I take her wine glass and set it on the table. Reading my mind, she stands up and sits on my lap, straddling me. I caress her exposed thighs unable to believe my good fortune.
Olivia threads her fingers through my hair. “A lot of women would kill for the texture of your hair.”
“A lot of men would kill to be me right now,” I tell her and she laughs.
Her gaze drops to my lips and I make myself stay still. I want her to make the first move. She does, angling her lips over mine. She’s so fucking delicious. Our tongues slide over one another. She tastes of wine and her own sweet natural scent. My hands move up to cup her breasts over her dress.
She captures my lower lip in her mouth and sucks. I groan as jolts of pleasure shoot straight to my dick. She shifts as my growing erection presses into her. Her nipples are hard peaks underneath her dress and bra. I tug at her dress but nothing happens.
