The Quiet Boyfriend

Previously, several weeks ago

Olivia had noticed a quiet civilian drinking beer and eating dinner alone in a bar frequented by herself and other law enforcement and prosecution personnel. The cops in particular made fun of him talking about gruesome cases and calling over to him "Hey banker, what do you think of that?" and similar things. The man shrugged them off and paid little attention to them beyond exchanging basic courtesies. Olivia began to see him as a victim of her fellow officers who seemed to resent the presence of a civilian in what they viewed as their watering hole.

One night Olivia slides herself into the opposite side of the booth he's using. "Hello. I'd ask if you come here often, but I already know you do." She says with a smile. "Don't let those guys bother you." The man glances to the bar. "They don't." He responds with a chuckle. "Eaten yet? Can I buy you dinner?" He asks. "Why would you want to?" She asks. "Because the alternative is unthinkable" comes the reply with a warm smile

Thus began a relationship experiment on Olivia's part to get out of her normal circle of type "A" personality men.

Previously, but more recent

Olivia headed out of the squad room to meet her boyfriend for dinner after chatting for awhile with her squad mates. She was over an hour late, but she did not rush for she knew he would wait patiently for her and not complain. Unlike most of her previous male friends and lovers, he was not in law enforcement. She had wanted a change, to find someone outside of her normal cops and prosecutors in hopes of finding a more long lasting relationship. But now she often thought that she would prefer it if he were more demanding and less tolerant like her previous boyfriends had been. Stability can become boring. Yet there was something mysterious about his calmness that was intriguing. The man could sit and watch anything, pedestrians, ships on the river, or nothing at all just alone with his thoughts. Yet those thoughts he a riddle he never expressed. But it was hard to respect a man who would let her get away with being so late. In her heart she knew that her experiment to date outside her normal circle was likely a failure, and she wondered how and when she would end it, but it would not be tonight. She didn't want to hurt him and had not yet thought of how to exit gracefully.

Arriving at the restaurant, Olivia spotted Adam at a table sipping a beer and waiting as patiently just as she had pictured. Joining him, she doesn't bother to apologize. Instead he asked how her day went. Olivia explained her day in general terms. She could not discuss the details of an active case and she didn't want him to feel his life wasn't as exciting as hers. There was also a nagging unease in that he never seemed shocked by the things she did tell him about the closed cases. He was always so attentive to her so it seemed unlikely that he was that cold hearted; perhaps he had led a sheltered life and lacked imagination or empathy.

The odd thing was that she still didn't know anything substantial about him, not even what he did for a living. Whatever it was, his schedule was flexible because he was always available whenever and wherever she wanted him to be and he never seemed to be in a rush, and it must be lucrative since he was never anxious about money. There was an easy way about him. He never seemed to be out of place or awkward anyplace from a hotdog stand to the opera. Perhaps that sheltered life left him unaware, but he never seemed concerned about the dangers of city life. He didn't seem evasive, but she knew if anybody asked her, she could not answer questions about his past or life outside of his relationship with her. It wasn't that there was no past, it was more like there was too much but it was all nonspecific. It's hard to tell where something comes from when it seems to come from everywhere.

She suddenly came to the realization that he always subtly turned the conversations back to her. Tonight she resolved would be different. Before she took him home for another night of comfortable gentle sex she was going to learn one solid fact. Since she felt the relationship was sliding toward a breakup anyway, she might as well use her detective skills to find out something.

"So Adam, enough about me, how was your day?"

"It was all right. I had a few things to wrap up, but I got a chance to get in some exercise."

"What did you wrap up?"

"Nothing as exciting as what you do." Adam says but Olivia doesn't respond, she just leaves a silence enticing him to fill it in. Normally, this tactic worked, but it took a long time for him to continue. "I just altered some of the investments in light of changes in the market." Adam eventually explains without detail.

"So you are a broker?" Olivia asks.

"No, I just deal with some. I just manage some trusts."

As their meal progresses, Olivia learned very little and the situation has lost some more of the charm it previously had, which wasn't much.

One thing Olivia had to grant was that the man knew his wines although he personally preferred beer. She was shocked when it became clear that the restaurant had a supply of wine put aside just for him. After the main meal they were invited to a private wine tasting downstairs in what had once been a secret room during prohibition. Olivia was feeling a bit swept off her feet as they were guided to a rather dingy basement and a wire was inserted into a barely visible hole which released a latch on a secret panel that lead to a small but well furnished room. A selection of rare vintages and cheeses were offered to Olivia. When Olivia was unsure, Adam ordered for her. His tastes were excellent. When they were finished Adam guided her out of the basement via a tunnel that connected to another building and then exited to a street on the opposite side of the block.

When they reached the sidewalk, Olivia realized there had been no bill and asked "Shouldn't we pay? Did we just dine and dash?"

Adam shook his head. "No reason to, I own the place, or rather a trust I manage does." He explained with a sly smile. "Shall I walk you to your place Olivia?"

Olivia seized the opportunity to learn something else about him. "No, I think tonight we go to your place." Adam reluctantly agreed.

Adam took Olivia to an older apartment building with a doorman. The doorman saw Adam and immediately opened the door and Adam patted him on the shoulder as they passed through the door. "Good to have you back sir." The doorman said and Adam responded "Good to be back, Jimmy."

They took the elevator to an upper floor and Adam guided Olivia toward his apartment. "So you have been away?" Puzzled Olivia asked.

"I travel a lot." Adam responded as he opened the door and turned on the lights.

Olivia wasn't impressed with his apartment. It was smaller than hers, but it did have an excellent view of the city. The furnishings were sparse. Clearly this was the apartment of a single man with no touches that would attract females. Intriguingly there were some items on display and quite a few books. Upon closer inspection, Olivia saw that the books and items were all old and some were ancient. Adam watched Olivia explored the apartment with some amusement but also some uneasiness. Olivia processed the place like she was investigating a crime scene. She spotted a pile of music CD's near a stereo and was surprised to see that, unlike his other possessions, the music was pretty contemporary although pre-autotune.

As Olivia circled the apartment, she was surprised to notice that there was a sofa with a coffee table and a desk with a chair, but no television, computer, or easy chairs for socialization. The kitchen area was well stocked. She noted that he must like to cook. The apartment was a place to store some personal items and spend some time reading, cook and sleep, but nothing more. It was not intended as a place to gather with friends. She began to suspect that, as friendly as he was with everyone, he had no actual friends. This thought was a bit frightening in what it could mean and she touched her gun for comfort. As she examined the room, Adam removed the long coat he always wore and placed it in the bedroom.

As Olivia completed her circuit of the room, Adam approached gently from behind. "If the detective has completed her investigation of the scene, perhaps it is time for the medical examiner to investigate the body." He purred. Olivia felt him start the zipper on her dress on a very slow journey down her back. She both loved and hated this maneuver. Adam could take five to ten minutes just to get it to the base of her spine and the leisurely but inexorable pace was both exciting and frustrating. Also, since she would be facing away, she must be passive during this process once it began.

Olivia anticipated the next phase, the slow methodical removal her cloths which would take at least as long. Adam enjoyed playing with her and sliding his hands under her clothing. She enjoyed it too, but still he seemed to take far too long and she would be frustrated before the next phase began which involved a gentle thorough massage starting at the base of her neck and traveling slowly down her spine driving the tensions of the day downward until her nerves screamed for release at her tailbone and then she seemed to just relax with her day forgotten. She now understands why some cats raise their rumps when petted. It was only then that he allowed her to face him that she could become active.

She enjoyed it, but it never seemed to change. So she was shocked when Adam unclasped her bra, opened the top of her unzipped dress, and slid his hands swiftly down her body catching her bra straps and then the sides of her panties on the way and suddenly she is naked from the ankles up standing among the wreckage of her clothing. It happened so suddenly that she felt very self conscious and very shy. It was also chilly in the apartment, a fact which did not concern Adam. Adam cradled her in his arms and started to carry her toward the bedroom and she welcomed the warmth of being held. Olivia was panicked that her favorite dresses was caught on her ankle holster and might be stepped on or ripped trailing behind them. She wiggled her feet until her clothes and shoes fell free. Then she noticed that Adam had a problem of his own. They wouldn't fit through the door even if he turned sideways. To her shock, Adam tossed her up and over his shoulder and carried none too gently her feet first with his shoulder below her belly button, bottom up, and naked except for her holster still strapped comically to her right ankle through the door as if she were a prize taken by a barbarian who had sacked her city. Arriving at the bed he flipped her down and she bounced up actually getting airborne for a second before Adam pinned her to the bed. "Thought you might be getting bored." he breathed in her ear before removing her weapon.