As requested, more Olitz, less everyone else. Thanks for all the reviews, enjoy...

Monday September 7th 2015

Olivia POV – 5:15 pm

I sat down in the hard plastic chair across from his desk, I'd left the door to the hallway open, in case anyone walked by or wanted to listen in.

He was looking straight at me, those dark blue eyes seemingly penetrating my most inner secretive self. Could he sense what I was feeling? That I'd never felt like this before, in my almost eighteen years on this earth. You hear about feeling like this, but to experience it is something else. To watch someone walk into a room and feel their very essence, their impact, to have their presence light up the room. There was really no other way to describe it.

"What did you want to talk to me about?" his husky voice rumbled in the silence of the room.

"I'd like to be your assistant, if you'll have me," I said quietly, not looking at him. My heart was pounding, about to pop out of my chest and hit me in the forehead. I was so nervous, I'm surprised I got the words out without stuttering over them.

I wasn't usually like this, I was well spoken, was an excellent public speaker, but there was something about him that caught me off guard.

"Of course, I'll have you," he said slowly. Every word danced through my body, I could interpret his words in so many ways. I still couldn't look up at him, I felt frozen. I could feel his eyes on me. Mentally urging me to look at him. I lifted my eyes to his and froze when I saw the look in his eyes.

"When would you like me to start?" my voice wobbled, each word seemed to strike a chord in him. He opened a large spiral notebook which I assumed was his calendar and notes for his classes.

"What days are you free after school?" he asked while still looking down at his notebook.

I pulled out my planner, "Tuesdays and Fridays." My finger froze on the page as I looked at him, he was writing in his notebook.

"That should work, so you can start tomorrow, meet me here at 4," he smiled at me, dimples and crooked smile. I melted on the inside. I needed to fan myself.

Grabbing my books, I shot up and smiled at him. "Thank you for this opportunity," I said before running out the door.

As I rounded the corner, I fell back against the wall. He must think I'm such a moron, I acted like an idiot. Smacking myself on the forehead with my textbook, I stormed off down the hallway. Time for dinner.

Wednesday September 16th 2015

Today is my birthday, I look in the mirror and don't feel any older. Age is just a number, it doesn't dictate how you feel or act, but there are guidelines on certain actions based on age.

My phone buzzes, it's my dad. I answer it with a smile. The conversation is quick, he wishes me a happy birthday, says he's sorry, but work has come up and he'll make it up to me. He's put some money in my bank account, he tells me not to spend it all in one place. Before I can tell him that I love him, he hangs up. He doesn't tell me that he loves me.

I look in the mirror again, my eyes are hard now, unforgiving. I'm pissed off, it's my birthday and I'm not going to let my stupid father wreck it.

Money doesn't buy you love, it buys you possessions that you think will make you happy. My father has always shown me his love through buying me possessions, that I know for a fact that he doesn't pick out because his personal assistant, Gianna told me that.

This past week spending time with Mr. Grant, I call him that aloud because proper society dictates it, but in my head, he's Fitz. In my dreams, he's mine, he bends to my will and I bend to his. Last night, I googled the age of consent in Connecticut. It's 16, but if the older person holds a position of authority over the younger person, the age of consent rises to 18. Happy Birthday to me.

Grabbing a change of clothes, I stomp down the hall to the shared bathroom. I see no one else on the way, which is good, because I'm not in the mood to be Sweet Olivia.

By the time lunchtime rolled around, I had scared off Abby and Quinn, both told me to put my resting bitch face away. I sneered at them and happily sat by myself, eating my chicken salad. I decided then and there I was going out tonight for dinner to celebrate my birthday. Students weren't allowed off campus during the week, but what no one knew wouldn't hurt them.

I looked over and saw Mellie and Liz whispering furiously, heads buried together. No doubt planning world domination as long as they left me alone. Quinn and Abby were also whispering furiously at another table, rolling my eyes, I walked over to the trashcan and threw out my garbage.

The afternoon rolled by quickly, class with Mr. Grant had been riveting as always. I had been staring at his butt, anytime he turned around to write something on the white board. The pants he was wearing today, really worked for me, showing off the sculpted fineness of his ass. I could wax lyrical on that alone for hours.

I felt fine until I walked into his classroom. My pulse was high, I could feel my heart pounding, my hands were tingling, and my white collared blouse seemed to be affecting my ability to breathe properly.

Slowly, I unbuttoned the top buttons of my blouse, one button felt a bit better, then two, oh hell, three felt amazing. I looked down and saw I was rocking some cleavage, my breasts weren't huge, but they were working for me. I looked around, all the other girls were focused on Mr. Fitz who was talking about something. I was too busy, feeling my hands creep up and slowly touch my breasts, they felt soft even through my shirt. I looked down and my nipples hardened.

A coughing fit shook me from my intense internal focus. Mr. Fitz was choking on air, he was bent over, coughing. One of the girls ran and filled up a glass of water for him. He thanked her, took a sip, his cheeks were dark red. He needed to sit and relax, someone could rub his shoulders, I could sit on his lap and the images in my head got progressively R-rated.

Shaking my head, I focused on taking notes for the rest of the class and didn't look up at Mr. Fitz again.

The bell rang, class ended. As I was packing up my bag, I was debating between the Vietnamese restaurant and a cute Thai restaurant, a bit more in the center of town.

"Olivia, could I see you for a second before you leave," I heard his voice rumble from almost behind me. I turned to look at him and he was standing behind his desk, sitting down. Gesturing to the chair in front of his desk, I walked over and sat down.

"You seemed a bit off in class today, are you feeling okay?" he leaned forward, giving me his full attention.

Before I could help myself, "It's my birthday and my father is an asshole and I feel so alone," I looked down, ashamed that I'd let my emotions get away from me. I could feel the blush staining my cheeks.

I heard him get up and shut the door. He pulled his chair over beside me and sat just waiting for me to say something.

"It's hard being here 10 months out of the year and not having any family, I just feel lonely like no one cares," my voice cracked, tears started to blur my vision. I stood up, dumping my books on the floor and turned away from him.

"I'm sorry, you shouldn't have to see me like this," I choked out, trying to regain control of myself. It was so rare that I let my emotions rule me like this. I couldn't remember the last time I'd had a good cry.

He touched my shoulder and turned me around, he moved toward me slowly. Wrapping his arms around me in a hug, purely platonic. We stood together, our bodies fit like the pieces of a puzzle. He smelled like Old Spice, I could feel his muscles through his light blue button down dress shirt, I just wanted to stay wrapped in his arms forever. It felt like the safest place in the world.

He held me and didn't say anything, after a few minutes, I felt more collected and slowly pulled back, not that I wanted to, but someone might come in.

I wiped my eyes with the sleeve of my blouse. I looked up at him, "Thank you for being there for me, I know it's not in your job description."

He smiled at me, his beautiful crooked smile with dimples. I sighed internally and fanned myself. He was so beautiful, I know you don't describe a man as beautiful, but he was. Handsome, muscular, kind, gorgeous, I barely knew him and already I was falling for him.

"Happy Birthday Olivia," I heard him say as I walked out the door. I turned and smiled at him. What just happened with him made my day. I decided to go back to my room and just order pizza.

September 25th 2015

Fitz POV

It had been a long week, I saw her everyday now, either in class or when she helped me after class. I had her mark some of the freshman assignments, where I could keep her at a distance. I had her sit at my desk and grade while I sat at another desk making lesson plans. I had caught myself watching her. She didn't seem to notice my long glances.

She had a habit of wrinkling her nose, which I think was from reading the assignments that the freshmen girls had written this week, the assignment had been to write their own version of one of Shakespeare's sonnets. I had a feeling some of the assignments were probably inundated with odes to their crushes.

The past couple weeks had been interesting, when I had announced that Olivia would be my assistant, Liz North had been angry, I could tell by the dark flush of her cheeks and her lack of participation in class that day. By the next class, she was back to normal, but her eyes followed me.

So far, things were going well, I hadn't had any students acting out of the norm. The headmistress was worried that a girl might throw herself at me, she had cautioned me about this happening to a teacher about 10 years ago. That teacher had left under a haze of scandal. The headmistress said nothing of what happened to the student.

Olivia was going to help me put together study packages for my freshmen and sophomore classes. I had a bunch of handouts that I strewn across five desks and figured it would be faster to make 60 piles together.

At least I thought it might be okay to work on something together until she walked through the door. She had changed out of her school uniform. She was wearing a navy cargo dress, it was modest and yet it revealed her feminine figure.

She dropped her purse on a desk in the back and walked over to me, "What are we doing tonight?" she asked. Innocent brown eyes, like molten chocolate staring at me, waiting for me to give the next command.

"Tonight, we're going to make study packages for my freshmen and sophomore classes, there's a huge test on-" I trailed off when Olivia started pulling her long dark tresses into a ponytail.

"A huge test on…" she turned and teasingly looked at me.

"Uhm, the Civil War for the freshmen and the War of 1812 for the sophomores," I said slowly.

Ever since last week when I'd comforted her on her birthday, she'd been more receptive to me, not as quiet and shy. She still maintained the fine line of propriety which was more than I could say for Liz North. I'd had a conversation with her on Monday during my office hours.

She shut the door when she come into my office, I opened the door. When I sat back in my chair, she placed herself on the corner of my desk, so if I wanted I could look up her skirt. I asked her to please take a seat or we could do this in the headmistress's office.

She had taken a seat and then asked me why she wasn't considered for the assistant job that Olivia got. I explained the reasoning and told her to make any complaints that she had to the headmistress who fully supported my choice. Liz had left my office without another word.

Olivia and I started to put the study packages together and talk about a novel we'd both read, outside of school assignments. I was slowly opening up to her and I hadn't opened up to anybody else since my ugly divorce. I didn't trust other women, but I trusted Olivia. Even though she was my student. I was starting to see her in another light.

Next update will be within the week...let me know what you liked/disliked about this chapter... :)