"Do you plan to throw that away?!"

Fitzgerald Grant stopped his movement with a crumpled piece of paper in his hand. Am I dreaming?! A door to his office have closed with a bang and there she was, the woman he wanted for years, "wild cat" Olivia Pope.

"I'll win two points if I put it in!" he had a smirk on his face that could win him a war.

Put it in?! Is he freakin' kidding me?! Olivia frowned at the remark and thoughts that appeared in her mind.

"You'll win four points if you recycle it!"

She approached his desk and just one glance at her legs in a short skirt made him missed the whole trash can. Oh, great! Olivia laughed at his annoyed face. His secretary came in breathing like she run a marathon.

"I'm sorry, Sir! She distracted me..."

"It's OK, Lauren! Olivia is a friend."

A friend indeed!, she rolled her eyes and that didn't escaped him. Fitz looked at her trying to seem as calm as possible, although every fiber in his being wanted to run his fingers through her silky hair. It's not the time...He cleared his throat and got up from his leather chair.

"What can I do for you, Livvie?"

Livvie...The word and his tone saying it went straight to her core making her sit on the edge of his desk so she doesn't faint. Last time he called her Livvie changed her whole world upside down. Ten years...Ten years of daydreaming about Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III in most inappropriate positions...

Olivia closed her eyes leaning back completely forgetting that he is behind her standing above his desk. She got back to reality when her shoulder bumped into his firm chest. She didn't dare to move.

Mother of God! Fitz became religious in an instant, inhaling a sweet smell of her shampoo. What is this?, he wondered, "Apricot!", he smiled at that revelation and leaned even closer to her. He finally let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. Her hair was different from what he remembered. Not curly, but straight, so silky that he wanted just one thing, to touch it and find out is it gonna wrap around his fingers like that night in 2004.

She felt like an insecure girl from ten years ago feeling his warm body so close and that smell of his perfume. Armani..., a small smile appeared on Olivia's face thinking of that bottle she purchased thinking about him one day. She never did things like that, things that normal girls do when they're in love.

LOVE?! Oh, snap out of it, Pope!, she chastened herself for thinking of Fitzgerald Grant and love in the same sentence and ripped herself from the haze of his warmth, moving closer to the door.

Fitz felt like someone has poured an ice bucket on his head with the loss of contact and her change in demeanour.

"Why is my grandfather's office locked?!", there was anger in her eyes.

Here's that feisty Liv again! He clinched his teeth at the accusing tone.

"Because no one is using it!", he replied, "You know that, Liv."

She band over to pick up his bundle of paper near the trash can and he felt a lump in his throat, with just a glimpse of her sexy caramel legs. Damn! Like a school boy with his first arousal he stuck hands in pockets trying to hide his "enthusiasm" over Liv's legs.

To his shock, she didn't throw the paper into a trash can, but unfolded it and put it in her bag.

"What else are you recycling back there?!", Fitz smiled.

Comment was welcomed with Liv's stone face-as usual. Once, he made a mistake thinking she can be soft and nice, once...He's paying a high price for that mistake ever since.

"There you are, Fitzy!"

His grandmother stormed into office in the cloud of Chanel no.5. Linda Grant had a grey hair, good 80 years of life behind her and was pretty close to sit in a rocking chair on a porch somewhere.

"I can't believe it", she yelled, "you have these security monkeys to prevent your own grandma from getting to see you! They've asked for my ID, just so you know!"

Fitz smiled and kissed his grandma on the cheek.

"This is an insurance company, granny, not Disneyland!"

"And I'm the main shareholder!", she frowned.

"You have to come more often and "the monkeys" will get to know you!"

He turned to Olivia looking very amused by the door and the blood in his veins began to boil again. Keep it cool, you horn dog!

"Your grandpa's office...what do you need there?!"

"I need an opened door, please!"

Now I know what Titanic felt like crashing into that iceberg!

Fitz examined her face. Clark Pope was her grandfather, but that wasn't a good enough reason for him to let her roam around the office of one of the insurance company's co-owners. He, as an executive director of Philadelphia's "G&P insurance" had a lot of responsibilities.

"You better show him your ID, honey!", Linda Grant stepped in, "This place is worst than an airport! You're such a pain in the ass, Fitzgerald!"

Fitz sighed. Grandma Linda was right. As a relative, Olivia had every right to take any personal belongings of her late grandfather. Why did he had the urge to protect her when he didn't even had a clue if she needed protection?!

Olivia looked at him with eyes so cold she could freeze an ocean. Wild cat. He smirked, remembering a nickname he gave her a long time ago. The cleavage on her silk blouse was deep enough to put him on sensory overload. Just thinking of her perky breasts made his member jump.

Come home with me, Livvie...

His voice from ten years ago was still on repeat in her sleepless nights. She cleared her throat.

"The keys, Fitzgerald!", she managed to sound firm, although granny Grant made a silly face that made Olivia sound harsh impossibly difficult.

Clark was your friend, you owe him!, thought Fitz. Still, there was just one slight problem with Olivia's request. He started to explain.

"Look Liv, there's nothing..."

"You refuse to open his office for me?!", she stared at him with a death glare.

"No, but...", he tried, but she was persistent.

" Than unlock it, please!"

I give up. Fitz sighed.

"If it'll make you happy..."

"It will!", she rolled her eyes at granny Linda.

Fitz walked to his desk, took a key from one drawer and let granny go out first. Olivia stormed beside him leaving him to inhale that sweet smell of apricots again. He followed her like a hypnotized man.

If there ever was a reason to start a war in the world, that would be for the existence of Olivia Pope's thighs, he thought.