Sorry this update took so long, but I'm satisfied with it, so enjoy! (Nothing big in this chapter, really. More of a filler.
As Olivia sat at her desk working on typing up her reports for their latest case, her phone pinged. She looked at it, finding it odd that Trevor Langan was texting her. It was so out of the blue, she figured he'd had the wrong number, until she looked at the text message.
Olivia, please meet me at the Library Bar inside the NoMad Hotel at 7PM, I have something very important to discuss, and it is best done in person.
She was confused. She had to be being punked. What could Trevor possibly have to discuss with her? She was no longer his client, her case he represented her on was over with years ago, she'd been vindicated. So what could he possibly have up his sleeve?
With Trevor Langan, the answer was sure to be far from normal and simple.
Olivia typed back her response.
Alright, can you at least give me a hint here, or am I going to have to go in blind?
The anticipation and anxiety for what it could possibly be had her unable to concentrate on the reports she was trying to finish so she could get out, and be off until Monday morning. Her phone pinged again.
Business
That was all he said, business. She looked at her watch and realized it was nearly five o'clock. She looked at the report on her computer screen and she let out a sigh. She had an hour and a half to kill and she was determined to get this report finished before she left for the weekend so she didn't have it hanging over her head.
But this meeting with Trevor was gnawing at her. What business could he possibly have to discuss with her? As she sat at her desk and wondered the time ticked by, and before she knew it, it was 6:15, if she had any hope of making it on time, she had to leave now. She shut down her laptop and packed it away, bringing it and the necessary case files she would need to finish it with her. As she looked around she noticed everyone else had gone for the day.
This was her life, and she was used to it by now. First in last out.
She hailed a taxi to take her to the hotel and she walked in, looking at the hostess at the bar, letting her know she was meeting someone. Then she spotted Trevor and felt her breath leave her body. "No, stop it. This is business, not pleasure," she lightly scolded herself. Trevor Langan defended the scum she tried to put away, she could not develop feelings for this man, no matter how tall, dreamy, or drop dead sexy—"Benson!" she scolded herself again, composing herself and walking over to Trevor. "You wanted to see me?"
Trevor smiled and she felt her knees go weak. "I did. Thank you for meeting me, I know it was a little out of the blue."
Olivia raised an eyebrow with a smirk on her face. "You could say that. So, tell me, what's this business you wanted to discuss with me?"
"Right to the point, as always. I like that about you."
Olivia felt herself blush. "Stop!" she begged herself. Olivia Benson does not blush. "Thank you," she replied.
Trevor took a deep breath. This would be hard to convince her of. "My law firm is trying to buy out a law firm out in Chicago. I have to go out there next week for a few business dinners, soften them up so they allow us to buy them out."
Olivia furrowed her brow. "And this concerns me how?"
"I need a beautiful woman to tag along with me, be my date on these business dinners."
"Ever heard of escorts? You don't HAVE to have sex with them, ask an agency to set you up with a fake trophy wife."
"Escorts are easily found out; I don't want to be that guy, Olivia. Besides, you're ten times as beautiful as any escort out there."
"Flattery doesn't work on me Langan."
"You'll get dresses, jewelry, the chance to dine in the best restaurants that Chicago has to offer, and you won't have to pay a thing, stay in my hotel room. One week."
"Why does this sound oddly reminiscent of Pretty Woman?"
"I know this sounds crazy, but Olivia… I don't trust just anyone with my business. You're trustworthy, you're loyal, and you're drop dead gorgeous. You're funny, you're smart and you're headstrong. You're everything—" he paused for a minute, trying to recover from a slip of the tongue. "Everything that I need on my arm next week, please?"
The truth was, Trevor Langan had his eye on Olivia since he first met her years ago as she was interrogating one of his clients. She took his breath away every time he saw her, and now, all these years later, it was as if she had gotten even more beautiful, if that was even possible.
"What's the catch?"
"No catch, just a week's vacation for you, shopping and dining on my dime, penthouse suite in the Drake. All on me. Just say yes and you'll be living in the lap of luxury."
"What about… sleeping arrangements?"
"That's up to you. We're both adults, we can share a bed, or… I'll take the pullout couch, whatever makes you more comfortable."
"And sex?"
"Well, I'm certainly not going to ask that from you. Let's just say… if it happens it happens?"
She nodded and looked at him. "No kissing on the lips," she said looking at the bar then at him.
"Now who sounds like Pretty Woman?"
"Trevor I mean it. It'll only complicate things. Kissing is very… intimate. Sex is one thing, kissing… that's when you fall in love."
Truthfully it was too late, Olivia realized she'd already begun to fall for Trevor, and sitting here in front of him was making the feelings stronger. The only thing she wasn't sure about was whether this was love, or whether it was lust.
She prayed it wasn't love.
How could she explain that to her colleagues?
"I fell in love with a defense attorney", how would that sound? How would it look?
But part of her was also beginning to no longer care. Had she been alone for too long?
Olivia's eyes returned to his. "You got yourself an arm piece," she smirked and let out a breath.
Trevor smiled. "That didn't take nearly as much convincing as I thought it would."
"You won me over at Penthouse Suite," she grinned. "When do we leave?"
"First class to Chicago, bright and early Monday morning."
"I'll call Cragen, let him know something came up, I need a week's vacation starting Monday," she smiled at Trevor, resting her hand on his forearm. "I should warn you, if we're going to be sharing a bed, I've been known to be a tease." She walked her fingers up his arm.
What had come over her? For the life of her she didn't understand why these words were flying out of her mouth, but they were. And she didn't regret it one bit.
"I'm a big boy, I can handle it."
She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth and bit gently. "I think I'll be the judge of that, counselor."
Trevor nearly cleared the bar, lifted her up and fucked her senseless there. She was so sexy, so intriguing. He wanted her. "Any time you want."
Olivia grinned and ran her fingers over his chest, up his thigh, and teased the zipper on his slacks. Her eyes lifted to meet his and her lips found his neck, placing a chaste kiss on his pulse point. "I should get going. I have a lot to get done before we leave Monday morning," she whispered in his ear, taking his earlobe between her teeth. "I'll text you," she said softly as she pulled away from him, caressing his face. She winked and picked up her purse and walked out of the bar, an extra sway in her step.
Trevor couldn't pull his eyes from her as she walked out of the bar. He knew this was a long shot and never had he expected it to go this well. He expected her to laugh in his face and walk out, but she'd accepted this offer, he was flabbergasted.
Olivia took a cab back to her apartment and called her captain, letting him know she needed to cash in on a week of her vacation time. "I'm fine, Cap, promise. Something came up and I just need the week." She smiled at her superior's concern for her well-being. It was nice to be cared about. She nodded and let out a breath. "I'll finish the reports tonight and drop them off tomorrow morning. Thank you."
She ended the call and let out a breath. Only about an hour had passed since she left the bar, she didn't want to text him too soon, but she also needed to know what to pack for this getaway weekend in Chicago, so she opened her messages and typed out a quick message.
So, I know you said shopping on your dime, but really, what do I pack?
She threw her phone on her couch and sat down, starting to work on the reports. Luckily, now that her mind wasn't worrying with what exactly Trevor wanted, she could focus more and she got a decent amount done before she received his text back.
Whatever it is you think you need. Don't worry about dresses for dinners or anything, I got that covered.
A few seconds later another text came in.
Same with jewelry, I have that covered too.
She smiled and bit her bottom lip as she quickly typed back to him.
No rings. ;)
She finished her report, organizing it for tomorrow. She stood up and stretched, tucking her phone into her back pocket, and walked into her bedroom, pulling out her suitcase and folding up a few outfits and pairs of pajamas.
She took her phone out of her pocket to put it on the charger when she saw she had a text back from Trevor.
What if I like it, shouldn't I put a ring on it?
Olivia laughed out loud and shook her head as she responded.
Okay, Beyoncé.
She shed her clothes and ran herself a hot shower, the chilly October air getting to her, giving her a chill that penetrated down to her bones. She stayed in the shower for a while, allowing the water to warm her from the inside out, and it gave her a chance to think.
This is really happening. I'm going on vacation with Trevor Langan on Monday; we're going to be sharing a bed.
She closed her eyes and allowed herself to fantasize, about how amazing he would feel inside of her, his fingers grazing her skin, his lips worshiping her body as he brought her to the heights of ecstasy like she'd never felt before.
Before she knew it, her fingers were moving in and out of her wet core, bringing her over the edge as she gripped the handrail in the shower for balance, screaming out his name.
As she brought herself down from her glorious climax she leaned against the wall, her legs still shaking. "It's been too long," she whispered.
A voice in her head spoke. "You'll have him all week. Let loose and have a little fun, let your fantasy become a reality."
She stepped out of the shower when her legs stopped trembling, wrapping a towel around herself. She looked in the mirror and she sighed. "But what if I fall in love?" she asked herself, shaking her head. "He's the enemy."
That voice inside her spoke up again. "He's not the devil for fuck's sake! He's all you've been able to think about all day; you just fucked yourself imagining him fucking you. You don't know if you don't try."
She dried her hair and dressed in warm pajamas, climbing under the covers of her bed, checking her phone one last time to see she had one last text from him.
I know we're at opposite ends of the legal system here, but I wouldn't want to share a week like this with anyone else. I'm really looking forward to being with you all week.
Her heart fluttered and she smiled, thinking the voice in her head was right, she wouldn't know unless she tried.
Me too.
A/N: Like I said, a filler chapter, just to show how this partnership came about. Please leave a review, here or on Twitter myangelMariska.
