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“I have to say, the blonde may have been good for a disguise, but I’m obsessed with this color,” I told her, reaching out and smoothing her hair across my fingers as I admired the dark, rich strands.
“I feel like you’re just saying that,” she muttered as the elevator dinged and opened in front of us. We stepped inside and I quickly pressed the close button so no one could join us.
And then I crowded Olivia against the mirrored wall.
“Why would I just say that?”
She rolled her eyes, not trying to push me away at all.
That was a good sign.
“Bleach blonde, big boobs, silent…that’s what they all want, Olivia,” she snarked, obviously quoting some asshole from the past.
I growled and her gaze snapped to mine. “I’m staring at what I want,” I told her solemnly, wanting her to get how serious I was. More serious than I’d been about anything in my life before, even hockey.
And I’d been fucking serious about that.
I leaned forward, making sure my lips brushed against her ear as I spoke. “I want that hair all over me as you suck my dick. I want that hair falling in my face as you ride me. I want to fist that hair as I fuck you for hours from behind.” I moved one hand between us, plucking at her very erect nipple through the thin lining of her dress and bra. “And I fucking loooove these gorgeous tits. I’ve never seen a better pair.”
The doors opened then and I pulled away, acting nonchalant as a couple joined us, ignoring the knowing smiles on their faces and the way Olivia bolted out of the elevator like her ass was on fire.
“See you later, sweetheart,” I called as the doors began to close to take me to my floor. She didn’t say anything back.
I whistled as the elevator continued up, congratulating myself for a very successful reunion.
As Ari was always saying…it was important to celebrate your accomplishments.
While I waited for the elevator to get to my floor, I checked my text messages, grinning when I saw what I’d been sent.
Cole: How’s Operation Act Crazy and Get a Popstar.
Me: Is that what we’re calling it?
Parker: I voted for “How to Be a Psychopath: a novel by Walker Davis” but Cole shot me down.
Me: I’m not a psychopath.
Parker: Said like a true psychopath.
Me: I just know what I want. To me, that says “winner.”
Cole: Just don’t tell us if you lock her in a basement or something. I want to have plausible deniability.
Me: I’m not going to lock her in a basement.
Parker: Why can I imagine you pausing before you typed that.
Me: This is real time…you would have seen if I’d paused.
Cole: That’s true.
Parker: But seriously, she’s walking around right, she’s not…tied up anywhere?
Cole: You seemed to have given this a lot of thought, little brother. Have anything you would like to share with the class?
Weirdly…Parker took a long time to respond to that one. Long enough that I’d walked all the way down the hallway, and into my room before my phone buzzed.
Parker: No. I’m the sane brother, remember?
