The italicized sentences are her thoughts. Also, sorry for grammatical errors. It is really hard to stay in one tense. I'd prefer to write, "Gasps" instead of "gasped," because sometimes, it keeps the audience active and in the moment, but I want to be consistent! Agh. Sorry! But enjoy the story nonetheless.
Olivia flipped through the papers the receptionist gave her earlier that morning. She typed up a few strategies relating to the client and their business. Olivia was somewhat of a perfectionist, but she was also a realist. She's had a few clients that were in the financial realm, but taking investments and investing in companies could be major hits or misses. She finally looked at the clock after sitting at her desk for five hours straight. It was five minutes until 8 p.m.. Everyone at the office had left already. She wanted to stay and finish the Williams project, but there was no rush. Besides, she's a fast worker. They probably expected another week for her to finish the project.
She starts getting nervous as she packs up her belongings. She opened her drawer and grabbed the two envelopes she hid from that morning. She grabs two bottles of water from her office before she leaves. Anxiety normally causes her to become extremely thirsty.
Before she straps herself in her car, she gives herself a moment to breathe.
Okay, may the angels protect you because you're putting yourself in potential danger. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
She puts the address in her GPS. The drive is about 30 minutes long. She selects a playlist filled with jazz music to accompany her on the ride.
There's no phone number. There's no name. What am I doing? What the fuck am I doing?
Olivia was internally freaking out. Adrenaline was flowing through her veins. It felt good, but sometimes doing the most dangerous things makes you feel alive.
47206 Guilford St. This is it.
Olivia pulled over on the side of the street and looked at the card one more time. She turned over the card and realized there was a four digit code-1217.
The parking signs said no parking between 10 p.m. and 6 a.m..
Maybe I'll only be here for a few minutes.
She got out of her car and realized the parking garage next to the building required a code to get in. She pressed in the code "1217" just to see if it would work and to her surprise, it did.
She walked back over to her car and headed to the parking garage. She entered the code again and the gate opened.
She parked her car in the visitor's section. She brought her purse with her and made sure to bring her cellphone. She opened the glove box to grab her pepper spray.
Just in case.
She waited nervously for the elevator. She walked in and pushed "17."
Maybe I should go to the lobby. You'll be fine, quit worrying yourself. Lobby. No.
The elevator took her all the way to the 17th floor without any interruptions.
She was so nervous, she didn't realize the 17th floor was the highest level. It was the penthouse.
Oh my God.
There was a mini hallway that led to the door.
Olivia began to freak out. She shook her hands and began to compose herself.
Breathe.
She knocks on the door. The time on her watch reads 8:50 p.m.. As she glanced at her watch, the door opened. It wasn't forceful. She guess she slightly pushed the door from her hard knock.
"Liv, always early." Fitz walked towards the door.
Olivia stepped inside and gasped in amazement.
"Mr. Grant, this is beautiful." Olivia looks around in amazement.
"I think 'Fitz' would be more appropriate." He assists her with taking off her coat.
"It's bad enough that I'm here," Olivia smiles at him. "You had me anxious all day." She playfully hits him.
"All day?" He inquired.
"Well, not all day. Work takes precedence sometimes. You know how that goes." She abrasively jokes.
"Lately, I haven't." His eyes captivates hers. Just by his looks, she knew he was referencing her.
Olivia is so complex. One minute she talks about what's appropriate and what's inappropriate, but then she lets her guard down the next second. Fitz makes it so easy for her to be comfortable. She's always guarded and it takes a force of nature to go against it, but within the next minute, she's comfortable with him.
"Did you know it was me?" Fitz grabs her hand and begins to show her around.
"No, I honestly didn't know."
"Oh come on, I know you hoped it would be me." Fitz backs her into the wall, his right hand grabs her waist firmly.
Olivia pursed her lips. "I didn't know who it could be."
"Quit the bullshit. You wished it were me." His right hand lightly rubbed against her lower back.
She cleared her throat. "Yes, you are right. I wished it were you."
Fitz went in for the kill. He passionately kissed her as her hands combed the curls on his neck. He roughly turned her around causing her to let out a loud grunt. Her face and body now faced the wall. She pushed herself into him, driving them both crazy.
A moan escaped Olivia's mouth as Fitz kissed her neck.
She gathered as much strength as she could and muttered, "wait."
Fitz immediately stopped. She turned around and gazed into his eyes.
"I don't do this." She walked at least ten steps away from him. She knew that being that close to him would drive her more insane and instead, it would be her that would take the lead with kissing and touching.
"Did you invite me over to get to know me or to fuck me?"
Fitz's mood immediately changed. He became defensive, but with no malice intent.
"I invited you over because I want to get to know you. I want to learn everything that I could possibly know about you. Yes, if it would result to making love, then that would be great too. If you want it, I'll give it to you. Anyway you want it, and if not, I'm willing to do whatever you want on your terms. This isn't about me, this is about us."
It took every ounce of inner strength and mental will power to not pounce on him that very second.