A/N: I'm so sorry it's taken me so long to update. I wrote this chapter three times. My computer ate the first version and, despite my best attempts, I could only recover about 25% of the draft. I rewrote the chapter and hated the second version so I wrote it again. Here's my third attempt, it's still not as good as my first version, but I hope you like it.

The next morning, Olivia's eyes fluttered open and she groaned quietly when she looked at the clock and read five-thirty. She wasn't a morning person, but here she was wide awake a full forty-five minutes before her scheduled alarm. Damn you Fitzgerald Grant! He was expecting an answer this morning and she didn't have one to give.

She rolled over and took in her husband's sleeping form. How could he be sleeping at a time like this? She needed him to wake up and talk this through with her. She needed to know that he supported her no matter which decision she made. She wanted the money and the promotion, but she couldn't make the decision to go without knowing that he fully trusted her.

Why was he so prickly when it came to her boss? She would admit that Fitz was a notorious playboy and flirt and, at times, she enjoyed the attention, but harmless flirting is all that would ever be between them. She and Jake had worked through his jealousy and insecurity issues early in their relationship with only occasional flare ups since then, but things had gotten progressively worse since she started working at Grant Enterprises.

She rolled her eyes in frustration, concluding that he would never be able to set aside his personal issues with Fitz, whatever they were, to help her make this decision. She would have to decide for both of them. Acknowledging nothing more could be gained from lying awake in bed, she begrudgingly headed to the bathroom to get ready for her day.

Two hours later, Olivia was among the first to arrive on her floor. She looked across the hallway into Fitz's office and released a quiet scream. She expected Fitz to arrive within the hour and she was no closer to making a decision than she had been when she left his office yesterday. There had to be a better way to make this decision. Deciding to handle this old school, she popped in her wireless earbuds, selected J. Cole's latest album from her playlist, grabbed a pen and a pad, and focused on creating a list of pros and cons.

It only took three songs for her to complete her list. There were six items listed under the pros and only one, Jake, listed under the cons. Much to her disappointment, the list reflected the thing she has been struggling with for almost twenty-four hours. If she were single, she would have immediately accepted Fitz's proposal because the money and opportunity would have been impossible to refuse. But, she wasn't single and, for whatever reason, her husband was adamantly opposed to the idea of her attending the retreat with Fitz. Could she ignore Jake's wishes and make the decision she was convinced was not only in her best interest, but in the best interest of her family? Frustrated, she balled up the paper, hurled it in the direction of Fitz's office, and started the day's tasks.

It was a little after ten o'clock when Fitz stumbled into the office, reeking of scotch; wearing yesterday's rumpled suit minus the tie, which Olivia assumed was still tied to some woman's headboard; his hair disheveled, she assumed from the same woman's fingers. He grumbled a simple greeting to Olivia before heading into his office and closing the door.

Olivia wanted to scream. Here she was turning herself inside out to try to make a decision and Fitz was out partying all night. This weekend was perhaps the most important of his professional life thus far and If he wasn't going to make the effort to pretend he was still engaged, she wasn't going to fight with Jake so that she could do so. If that was how he planned to conduct himself in the Hamptons, he would have to hire an escort or actress to accompany him for the weekend.

Olivia waited an hour before entering Fitz's office. He was seated at his desk, his hair still damp from his recent shower, wearing one of the back-up suits she kept in his office closet, staring at his monitor. She approached his desk and set a mug of steaming hot coffee, eight hundred milligrams of ibuprofen, and a small bottle of Visine before him. He downed the ibuprofen with the coffee, grimacing as the scalding liquid burned his tongue, and gestured for Olivia to have a seat. "You are better to me than I deserve," he said, with a weak smile.

"And don't you forget it. Long night celebrating your return to bachelorhood?"

Fitz leaned his head back and dropped the clear liquid in his eyes. "It started off as a small thing with a few friends at Wonderland, but you know how these things go, the next thing I know I am waking up in some strange bed."

"Let me guess…blond hair, blue eyes, and big boobs?"

"You're right about the hair and boobs, but both were fake, the drapes definitely didn't match the carpet. She was asleep when I left so I can't comment on her eyes. But…enough about my night, how was your night?" Olivia fidgeted in her chair. "What's wrong? Did you talk to Jack? Did he convince you that this was all some elaborate ploy to seduce you?" Olivia didn't respond. "You know that's not true, right? This weekend is purely professional. Come here, I want to show you something," Fitz said as he reached into his drawer for a pair of binoculars. Olivia looked at him, her brows furrowed in confusion. "Trust me," he said, flashing her a lopsided grin. "I won't bite unless you beg me to."

Olivia rose from her chair and Fitz guided her to the window. "You're going to need these," he said handing her the binoculars. Olivia raised the binoculars to her eyes, looking at nothing particular. "Did you know the Miami skyline is the third tallest skyline in the United States? That's rather remarkable if you consider only a handful of the tallest buildings were built before 2000. I'm going to touch you now," Fitz warned before placing his hands on Olivia's hips, turning her body so that she was looking in the right direction. "You're looking for a medium sized building, from this distance, it probably looks like it's blue and white striped."

"I think I see it."

"You're looking at the Ritz Plaza Hotel. It was built in 1940 and was the tallest building in the city for thirty years. My grandfather designed that building," Fitz explained, the pride evident in his voice.

"Fitz, I had no idea," replied Olivia, her body posture softening in response to Fitz's emotion.

Without warning, Fitz gently shifted Olivia's hips so she was facing in a new direction. "You're looking for a new building. It's about twice as tall as the Ritz, the bottom third of the building is white, the top two-thirds are peach, and it has aquamarine accents on the balconies and windows. Do you see it?"

"I see it. That's the Portofino Tower. I have a friend that lives there."

"That building was built in 1997. It was the tallest skyscraper when it was completed and is the fourth largest skyscraper today. My father designed that building. He's responsible for a few skyscrapers of that era, but the Portofino Tower is my favorite."

"It's a beautiful building, but I have a feeling my tour of the Miami skyline isn't quite over."

"You're right," he said, once again using his hands to turn her in a new direction. "You're looking for the Akoyo Condominium. It's a tall white building with three large white triangles on the roof. Well, actually there are 12 triangles, but you can only see three from this angle."

"Fitz," Olivia responded, emotion now present in her voice. "I've seen that building before, but never took time to appreciate it. It's amazing! Did you design this building?"

"I did," he responded, now beaming with pride at her response. "In 2004, it was my first major design project. My father hovered around the project the entire time. I don't think he fully trusted that I wouldn't fuck it up. But, I didn't and that building is eight feet taller than the Portofino Tower, making it the third tallest skyscraper in Miami," he said with a broad smile that she could hear without turning around to see it.

"Not that you're counting or anything," she joked.

Fitz released a hearty laugh. "The original design was 75 feet taller, but we removed the white diamond from the top of the tower and replaced it with the smaller triangles."

Olivia gasped in surprise when, without warning, Fitz spun her around to face him, pulling her into his personal space, and lowered the binoculars from her face. "This weekend isn't a game to me, Liv," he said earnestly. "Do you know what they say about companies that have been under one family's control for three generations?" Olivia shook her head no. "They say the first generation builds the company, the second generation grows it, and the third generation blows it. That's not going to happen to Grant Enterprises, I won't let it. I'm going to be a better CEO than my father and my grandfather combined, but none of this will happen if I can't convince Stephen Merkle that I share his values and am a worthy business partner."

"Do you share his values?"

Fitz looked at Olivia intently, his crystal clear, sea blue eyes locked onto her chocolate brown doe eyes. "Of course. Don't we all want to share our lives with another person? To have someone with whom we can to celebrate life's high and that you know will have your back during life's lows. Isn't that what you have with Jack? I don't plan to be a bachelor forever. I want a family, a real family, with a wife, kids, and a dog, but I'm waiting for the right woman, a real woman. I just haven't found her, so I am enjoying myself while I wait for her to come into my life. But, when I find her," he paused, tucking a stray hair behind her ear, "trust me, I'm all in and we're going to build something special. So, what's it going to be beautiful, are you in?"

Fitz didn't know why he shared all of that with Olivia, but it just felt right. Everything about being there, in that moment, with her simply felt right. For some reason he couldn't explain, he wanted, no needed, her to believe in him, to be proud of him. There was no one he trusted more than Olivia and he needed her to understand that he was serious about his future, about their future together at Grant Enterprises.

It wasn't until Olivia attempted to speak that she realized that she had stopped breathing. She willed herself to calm down, but the air between them was so thick with emotion she was having difficulty doing so. She broke their connection briefly to collect herself before looking up at him and responding, "I'm in. I'll do it."

"And it's going to be great," he said with a warm smile.

"It's going to be great," she concurred, returning his smile. Until the moment the words escaped her lips Olivia was certain she was going to decline his offer. Her decision had been unceremoniously made for her when Fitz dragged into the office clearly hungover, but there was something about the pride in his voice when he talked about this family's accomplishments and the sincerity in his voice when he spoke about his future family that made her believe he was serious. She couldn't remember the last time Jake looked at her, really looked at her and it had been more than a decade since he took her breath away. Fitz had done both in the last fifteen minutes and he wasn't talking about anything to do with her. He needed her help and she wanted to help him, she would just have to find a way to make Jake understand.

Fitz noticed the faraway look in Olivia's eyes and wondered what she was thinking about. Trying to relieve some of the emotional tension, he stepped away from her and quickly pivoted, "Excellent. We have a lot of work to do in a couple of days. First, I need you to go to this address," he said, pulling a slip of paper out of his breast pocket and handing it to her. "Stacey is expecting you."

"How did you know I would say yes?"

Fitz simply smirked at Olivia in response, "I know you. You're a fixer, a control freak. This opportunity was too full of possibilities for both of us for you to trust an actress or escort not to fuck up. Once Mellie left, you were the only person that we both trusted to handle this weekend."

The moment they'd just shared passed, Olivia flipped him the bird as she headed toward the door. "Wait…did you say Stacey was expecting me?" she asked, turning around to face him. "Your stylist? The one you use to make strippers presentable at corporate events?"

"Relax, Liv, it's not what you think."

Olivia brushed aside her annoyance at Fitz's patronizing tone. "What's wrong with my style?" she asked, suddenly feeling incredibly insecure.

Fitz sensed Olivia's change in demeanor and immediately acted to reassure her. "There's nothing wrong with your style. I love your style and I instructed Stacey not to change it."

"I'm confused."

"The problem's not your style, Liv, it's your labels." Olivia remained silent, not quite following him. "You don't wear the designers you would if we were together. We need to add a zero to your price tags. Stacey loves to spend my money. This process will go a lot faster if you let her help you, but I understand if you're uncomfortable. I will just give you my credit card and you can shop on your own."

"No, it's fine. I'll meet with Stacey," she replied, suddenly feeling foolish for her overreaction. "Do you want me to ask Lauren to cover your phone for a couple of hours? I'll be back after my appointment."

"No you won't. I have a full day of pampering and transformation planned for you. I've arranged for Charlotte from the assistant pool to cover for you. She should be here any minute. Now, go, enjoy your Pretty Woman moment."

"You know she was a prostitute, right? I'm not sleeping with you Fitzgerald. I don't care how much money you offer me," she warned.

"I wouldn't want you if you would," he quipped.

Olivia's bottom lip protruded in a pout, wounded by the thought of Fitz's rejection. Get yourself together, she chided herself, you're married. It doesn't matter if he would sleep with you or not because you will never sleep with him. You love your husband; you are committed to him. This thing with Fitz is pretend for four days. Tuesday will come and Fitz will go back to his life and you will go back to Jake.

Recovering quickly, Olivia asked, "Since when are you above paying for sex?"

"I'm not," he laughed. "I just don't want to pay for sex with you."

"It's not happening buster," she said waiving her left hand in front of her face.

"So you keep telling me. Why do you have to be a dream killer?"

"You'll live," she called over her shoulder as she exited his office.

As they separated, both Fitz and Olivia reflected on what just happened. They had had similar exchanges at least a hundred times over the past four years, but this time his words felt a little sincerer and her rebuttal rang a little hollow. Something was changing between them, but they were both determined to ignore it until it passed.

A/N: She said yes! But, we all knew she would. It wouldn't be an Olitz story if she decided to stay home with Jake. Fitz and Olivia are playing a dangerous game, but neither of them seem to understand the stakes or…maybe they do and they just don't care. As always, I love hear your thoughts – good, bad, and otherwise.