"Hi."

What felt like years seemed to have passed after that one word exchange between them but it was only a minute. One minute where everybody else ceased to exist even though they were in a crowded club where there was constant movement.

One minute that was just for them and Olivia found herself looking into those dark shades of blue-grey eyes and this really unfamiliar feeling washed over her. She felt hot and aroused.

He was undressing her with a single look in his eyes and he was doing so in a way that didn't make him out to be a creep. Oh he was trouble alright. And no matter how gorgeous and sexy, he definitely was not the kind of guy you brought home to meet your sweet dearest mother.

Especially not with that drop-your-panties freaking signature smile he seem to possess.

Olivia pealed her eyes off him and looked down at their feet to allow herself some composure before she looked at him again.

"Fitzgerald Townsend," He extended his hand to her and all Olivia could think about was literally how hot and manly his hands were. His fingers looked rough... calloused and just perfect.

Olivia looked back up at him and smiled nervously. "Olivia... Pope."

"Olivia Pope..." He licked his bottom lip.

Holy shit! Olivia wasn't sure if it was possible to have a spontaneous orgasm just by hearing her name. The way he said her name rolled off his tongue like warm melted caramel. Olivia swore it was the sexiest thing she's ever heard in her twenty-nine years of life.

"Pleasure to make your acquaintance." He smiled a wicked smile that almost had Olivia on her knees.

His eyes averted from hers for one second to look at her best friends who were practically drooling. They couldn't make it more obvious that they wanted a nice piece of Mr. Beautiful if they were shouting it while holding up a sign written in all capital letters.

Trouble.

Stay away from him.

"Your friends?" He asked.

"Umm," Olivia stuttered. "This is Abby." She pointed at the redhead who looked deep in thought and awe at the same time.

Probably planning a way to kidnap Mr. Beautiful.

Olivia shook her head and Abby shrugged.

Shameless, that redhead.

"And Quinn."

"Pleasure to meet you ladies." Fitzgerald said.

Abby moaned. She fucking moaned and winked. "Pleasure. Yes."

"Fuck's sakes." Olivia muttered under her breath.

It was meant to be heard by herself only but when Mr. Beautiful's gaze snapped back at her, and he smirked, she knew he heard her.

"What are three beautiful ladies like yourselves doing alone at this club?" He asked.

Abby took a sip of her drink. "You said it," The redhead began. "We're beautiful, available and hor-"

Jesus Christ!

"And having a fun night out." Olivia interrupted.

"Can I touch your hair?" Quinn finally snapped out of her awe-struck haze and that's the only thing she wanted.

She wanted to run her fingers through that thick, healthy mane of dark hair and smell it.

And Olivia wanted someone to shoot her in the face that very moment.

"I'm so sorry." Olivia shook her head.

Fitz smiled. "It's okay." He said. "Come on, touch it." He dipped his head down and Olivia watched the hysterical scene in front of her unfold as her two best friends pounced on this beautiful stranger like a mouse with cheese.

"My God, it's so soft." Quinn marveled. "It smells so amazing too. And there's no product in it. Just natural, rich, thick hair! Aaah!"

"Genetically blessed. Hot damn!"

Olivia buried her face in her hands. She's never coming out with these girls ever again. That's for sure.

"Do you wanna touch too?" Fitz asked.

Yes!

Instead she shook her head. "No. Thanks."

When the girls finally got their fill of Mr. Beautiful, (and I mean fill because Miss. Abby Whelan had no shame in squeezing and taking a feel of hard muscles here and there), his hair looked a mess.

A hot mess that is. He couldn't look more perfect if they hand picked him out of the cover of DAMAN magazine or a Ralph Lauren/Dior commercial.

They messed up his hair and all that managed to do is add to his gorgeous good looks.

"Question?"

"Yes?"

"Are you by any chance a serial killer?" Quinn asked.

Okay. Yep. They've done it. Olivia was done. She was going to unfriend those two girls ASAP!

"Quinn!"

"What?" Quinn raised her eyebrows. "Have you never seen American Psycho? Christian Bale was hot like hell with amazing skin and great fucking hair. He was fucking mental though." She said.

"I don't know these people. I promise you." Olivia shook her head.

"Sure you do." Abby wiggled her eyebrows. "We've engaged in a threesome before."

Fitz's eyes widened and his ears perked up with a taint of cherry. "Care to elaborate?"

Where's a six inch deep hole when you need it?

"We didn't... not. Jesus. Abby!"

"You're cute Olivia Pope." Fitz chuckled. "Really cute."

He then looked back at Abby and Quinn with a charming smile that you simply couldn't resist saying "no" to. "I'm not a serial killer or a psychopath." He reassured them. "Now can I please escort you beautiful ladies to the VIP section to have a few drinks while resuming to the topic of ménage-a-trois and others?"

"Yes, sir yes. You sure can." Abby winked.

"Flattery will get you everywhere, Mr. Townsend." Quinn smiled.

That hole could really come in handy right about now.

...

In a club filled with so many people, their drinks were coming so fast, and they were at the VIP section so Olivia couldn't help but wonder who Mr. Beautiful was to this place.

Although they say looks can be deceiving, Mr. Beautiful didn't exactly look like/act like a pimp or a drug dealer, so that was crossed out almost immediately.

He held himself like a wealthy gentleman and he condoned respect from everyone around the place without even speaking a word. It seemed like he was familiar with everyone around the place. And all the workers were on first name basis with him. Even the scary, buffy bouncers. If the workers didn't joke and laugh with him, Olivia would've thought he was the boss of this place. But they were treating him just like they would any other customer.

Except, he got his orders much faster.

"What do you do, Mr. Townsend?"

"Fitzgerald. But my friends call me Fitz and by the end of tonight, I'd very much like it if you could call me Fitz." Mr. Beautiful said. "And as for what I do, I give back."

"Define giving back." Abby interrupted.

"I turn small businesses into success. I donate, feed the poor, create shelters, do charity work... Yaddi-yadda, etc..." Fitz replied.

"How exactly do you benefit from that?" Quinn asked.

Fitz shrugged. "I guess I don't." He replied. "Be the change you want to see in the world. I have the resources so if there's a way I can contribute to make the world a better place, then I'm hands on."

"What movie is that from?" Abby asked.

They all burst out into a fit of laughter.

"What do you do?" Fitz asked in return.

"A lot of formers." Abby replied. "But currently, publisher by day, baker by night. When I'm not chasing after hot men that is."

Fitz nodded. "Good to know." He smiled. "And you Quinn?"

"I'm a musician with a law degree." The brunette replied.

"Seriously?" Fitz raised his eyebrows.

"Yes." Quinn nodded. "Like Abby said, a lot of formers."

Fitz realized that Olivia didn't talk much and he didn't want her to feel awkward or uncomfortable around him so he was trying to warm up to her friends first.

If her friends liked him enough, then maybe she might like him too because he was very much interested in getting to know her.

He knew for a fact that she wasn't shy because the laughter that came from those lips didn't sound like it came from someone who's shy.

It sounded alive with a lot of fire. It was passionate and contagious and he wanted to know that person.

"What about you, Olivia? What do you do?"

"I'm a writer." She replied.

"Writer?" That surprised him. He would've never guessed.

Don't writers usually have that look though? Aren't writers supposed to look nerdy and crazy? Don't they usually talk so much about everything literature?

He was beginning to think that was all stereotype.

"Poetry? Articles? Blogs? What kind of writing?"

"Books..." Olivia replied.

"Oh? What kind?"

"Something along the lines of erotica/romance novels."

"Oh..." Fitz mumbled speechlessly. "Wow. Anything I might've seen before?"

Highly doubtable considering he doesn't read along those genres but he still asked because he really wanted to know.

"I don't know. Probably not." Olivia shrugged.

"She has a series." Abby chirped in. "It's called Standing in The Sun."

"Wow. Cool. Congratulations."

"Thanks." Olivia smiled.

"Why writing though?"

Women like Olivia living in Washington DC are lawyers, nurses or political vultures a.k.a journalists.

He was surprised that writing was her profession.

"Because I have something to say." Olivia replied.

Fitz smiled. He was truly amazed by these women and he's only just met them.

A new song came on and Abby was on her feet. The way the DJ was spinning and mixing those old school music with the new day generation was making her want to dance.

"I'm going dancing!" The redhead announced. "Let's go dancing Liv!"

"No thanks." Olivia shook her head. She wouldn't be caught dead dancing in a club, although she is a very gifted dancer.

"Too cool for you?" Abby raised her eyebrows. "Fine. Quinn let's go dancing."

Quinn shrugged after throwing back the last of her drink. "Okay."

"You stay with McSexy. We don't need you. I can get laid all by myself."

Olivia waved goodbye with a smile. "Mazel tov."

With the two other ladies gone, it was now just Olivia and Mr. Beautiful and she couldn't remember how to speak.

"McSexy. That's a new one." Fitz smirked. "She has no filter does she?"

Olivia refrained from burying her face in her hands. Abby's as shameless as they come. And it doesn't really help that she's unapologetic about it.

"You have no idea."

"The bar scene isn't really your thing is it?" Fitz asked.

Olivia chuckled. "How do you figure?"

He did this cute thing where he scrunched up his nose and grinned. It was so freaking hot.

It's a good thing females didn't get erections. But Olivia had a puddle between her legs to prove just how much Mr. Beautiful/McSexy was affecting her.

"You're kind of sticking out like a sore thumb." He replied honestly.

Olivia should've been offended. She'd like to think of herself as the kind of girl who could blend in anywhere but truth be told, the bar scene really wasn't her thing.

She only did it to please Abby.

"My days of wild partying are way behind me." She said. "I'm more of an observer these days."

"Is that so?" Fitz quirked his eyebrows, intriguingly.

"Yes." Olivia nodded. "You see that girl down there?" She pointed at the rowdy crowd down the balcony of the VIP section to a blonde headed girl behind the bar.

She was mastering the arts of mixing drinks right and left very skillfully without missing a beat. And it was pretty impressive considering she's glanced over at them in the VIP section ten times in the past minute alone.

Fitz nodded. "That's Amanda." He informed. "What about her?"

Olivia took a sip of her martini and popped an olive in her mouth.

"She doesn't like me or my friends very much." She told him. "Mainly me though."

Fitz raised a confused questioning eyebrow. "Why do you say that?" He asked.

"You're talking to me. Because she has a crush on you." Olivia replied. "A major one at that." She added.

Fitz shook his head and laughed. "Not possible." He said. "We have a functioning relationship. She's one of my best employees."

"Aah, so you are the new owner of this place." Olivia smiled. "Hot for the new boss. Nice!"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Fitz asked.

Oh, he didn't miss the sarcasm that dripped from her voice. He didn't know why that made him so happy though.

Maybe it was the indication that he hasn't completely lost it after all these years. He's been out of the 'picking-up-women' game a long time so he's a bit rusty. But Olivia Pope is definitely into him. He knew that for sure.

"Nothing." She replied.

"You are cute, Olivia Pope." He nodded.

"Why, thank you sir." She bowed as best as anyone could while sitting down.

Minutes passed and Olivia could literally feel Mr. Beautiful's intense gaze drilling a hole through her.

"What?" She asked.

"We just met and I'm racking my brain, trying to figure a way to ask you for your number without coming down too strongly and drive you away." He replied truthfully. "But if that's not the endgame tonight, I'm fine with that because that's not the only reason I walked over to your table."

Olivia wondered if he could hear the way her heart was thumping against her chest.

"What was the reason then, Mr. Townsend?" She asked.

"Fitz," He corrected. "And I don't know." He replied. "I heard your laugh before I even saw you and I thought, "wow, I wanna meet that person", and then you turned around, our eyes met and it became a necessity."

"What did?"

"It was as important as needing oxygen to breathe. I just had to talk to you because I think you're quite possibly the most beautiful woman I've ever seen and I thought you should know too. So..."

Oh he's smooth.

If he didn't already have her at "hi", this would've done it. She decided then that he was worth getting to know.

So she was taking a chance on this beautiful stranger.

"Fitzgerald,"

"Yes?"

"Ask me..."

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I'm not sure how well this chapter played out but I hoped you guys liked it anyhow. Please review and let me know your thoughts. Until next time…