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“Ms. Cameron is on her way up, sir,” the woman nodded at her and waved her into the elevator before disappearing down the hallway once more.
“Wait,” she called, hastily, “I don’t know what floor to pick,” the elevators closed in her face, and she scowled before looking at the panel and seeing only one button. Up. She pressed it, suddenly feeling unnerved. She smoothed her dark red hair nervously, pulling half of it to drape across her right arm and chest. Wanting its protection from his gaze in case she had another embarrassing muscle spasm.
Get it together bitch, it’s just a freaking elevator, she hissed at herself in her head as she felt the ground rise beneath her.
A few seconds later she arrived at the top of the building smoothly. The elevator doors opened, gracing her with a breathtakingly beautiful view of the skyline of Connecticut just in front of her. Her lips parted as she gasped in pleasure, forgetting herself as she felt her feet take her to the wall of windows. Mesmerized, she peered in awe at the sight outside of the windows, seeing beautiful fall-colored trees amongst the buildings.
“Hello, mamacita,” she heard from across the room.
Turning in surprise, her hand flew to her throat. She’d forgotten for a second why she was even there. She instantly flushed, remembering what happened between them two weeks ago after dinner. And seeing him now in all his CEO power had her second guessing all her confidence.
Her eyes met his from across the expansive and lush space of his office. He had a singular wall of glass that sat behind his desk.
She remained silent. For once in her life, she was not sure how to conduct herself. Colin looked cool and in control in a dark blue suit, his blue tie matching his socks. His brown hair was styled in a sexy tousled mess on top of his head, or maybe he’d spent the morning running his fingers through it.
She wondered if he was anxious to see her.
Colin arose from the seat at the head of his desk and swiftly walked around it. His gait relaxed and controlled before bending to press his lips to her cheek once he arrived in front of her. He placed a hand on her lower back and walked her over to an intimate sitting area. The tastefully decorated section was lush, intimate, and inviting. The coffee table in the middle of the space held a manila folder and a remote. Presumably to the flat screen TV above the drink cabinet in the room.
Olivia lowered gingerly to the loveseat, trying to ignore Colin sitting next to her.
She curiously caught his gaze as he offered her a drink. Surprising him as she said yes.
“Sure, I’ll take a vodka,” she smiled nervously. He stood up once more to walk to the drinks cart.
Must be nice to blatantly drink on the job with no one to reprimand you for it, she thought wryly. She felt her mouth tip up in an amused smile. Her eyes fell to his backside, and her mouth suddenly went dry. And she struggled to smile.
What does he look like when he’s thrusting into-
“Ice?” Colin half turned his head while he was at the drinks cart. He startled her out of her musing and her lashes fluttered as she brought her gaze up to his profile, attempting to focus.
“Yes please,” she licked her lips.
That’s ok, I’ll just fantasize about his tight ass when I’m home, she smiled again. Tilting her head as her eyes lowered again. She just couldn't help herself around him, didn't even think she wanted to help herself.
“Chaser?”
She heard ice clink into glasses as he moved, working to make their drinks.
“No,” I’m not going to drink it anyway, Olivia thought as she smiled prettily at him. Knowing she had asked him to make her a drink so she could manipulate the meeting. She wanted a bit of control.
“Ladies have chasers, Olivia,” he murmured quietly, his voice caressing her body sexily.
She snorted slightly, looking away from him and placing her gaze to the corner of the room. Fuck you.
His eyes crinkled as he finally turned and looked at her with his eyebrow raised, as if he heard her curse him out. She cleared her throat slightly and gave him her most polite smile.
Make him work before you turn him down, girl, the voice niggled gleefully in her head. Bouncing around with joy while outwardly she stared at him silently as he made his way to back to the loveseat.
Influenced by the look of the mouthwatering drink he'd handed her, she changed her mind and decided to partake. Finding herself suddenly needing the liquid courage. He just looked too delicious, and she needed to settle her nerves.
Colin sat back down next to her on the loveseat, handing over her drink, and taking a sip of his own. He licked his lips while she shot her drink back and sucked on the lime that he offered her. Grimacing slightly as the burn immediately hit and spread, she bemoaned the dull thudding that hit her vagina, reminding her of why she didn’t drink. She became insanely turned on when she drank hard liquor, and she really didn’t have time for that.
Colin’s eyes flicked down, seeing her legs clenched together tightly. He took his time to rake his gaze over the sight of her curvy calves and knees, exposed by the dress she was wearing. His eyes suddenly flicked to her right arm, the one that he knew bothered her. Thick wavy locks of dark red hair currently covered it.
She’d accepted the glass and drank with her left hand.
“You’re still keeping your right arm close to your body,” he said quietly, observing her slender hand and fingers wrapping around her ribcage. “It’s been two weeks, and you haven’t had it looked at because I can tell that you, at the very least, need a sling,” his eyes landed back on hers as he took another deep drink of his glass, and she could tell he attempted to hide the irritation that flashed across his features.
