A/N: Thanks so much for all of your comments. I hear you, even if it doesn't appear that I'm listening to you. :-) This story has been fun to write so I'm encouraged that many of you seem to enjoy reading it.

It was after ten o'clock that night when Olivia pulled into her garage. It had been a long day of pampering and preparation that left her equal parts relaxed, refreshed, and exhausted. Although she would never admit it to Fitz, she found working with Stacey a thoroughly enjoyable experience. Stacey presented four rolling racks of options based on Fitz's description of Olivia's style, which was eerily accurate, and a mountain of shoes. When Olivia tried on the first dress she immediately noted that the tags were missing. When she asked about the oddity, Stacey informed her that, per Fitz's instruction, all of the tags had been removed. Olivia asked why and all Stacey offered in explanation was she was given four specific instructions: remove all the price tags; Oliva was to get anything she wanted, no exceptions; Olivia was not allowed to pay for anything; and no lingerie, giving Olivia and Stacey a good chuckle.

Four hours later, they had narrowed the choices down to a rack and a half of yes's and a half a rack of maybe's and a small hill of shoes. Olivia was hesitant to get more than what was needed for the extended weekend, but Stacey reminded her of the second rule. Ultimately, Olivia walked away with all of the yes's a few of the maybe's and more shoes than she had room for in her closet.

When Olivia was wrapping up, Stacey handed her another slip of paper with a new address. Olivia typed the address into her car's GPS and learned she was headed to the Fountainebleau Hotel. At first she was alarmed that Fitz was sending her to a hotel, but then remembered the no lingerie rule. Fitz was clearly respecting her repeated warnings that this was a professional arrangement so she decided to give him the benefit of the doubt.

When she arrived at the hotel, she was directed to the Lapis Spa. Her first stop was the Bleau private spa where she received the services of a bath butler and skilled therapist. Olivia wished she had more time to linger in the beautiful room, but following the massage she was whisked away for a series of appointments that included an instant luminosity facial, spalicious manicure and pedicure, and a wash, cut, blowout, and style in the salon.

Olivia was amused when the salon receptionist politely pointed out that her full day didn't include waxing and inquired if Olivia would like to add the service. Olivia was unsure if Fitz overlooked the service or if he was respecting her boundaries, but she suspected it was the latter. Although not necessary for the weekend, Olivia was feeling indulgent and added the service. Much to her dismay, at the conclusion of her services, the receptionist refused to accept payment for the waxing service because she and Stacey had been provided with similar instructions - she was to get anything she wanted and was not allowed to pay for anything.

Olivia rested her forehead against her steering wheel, dreading going in the house. Fitz planned an incredible day for her and now she had to go in the house and explain to her husband why she agreed to help Fitz, a decision she doubt he would support. After a lengthy pep talk, she exited her car and headed for the house, grateful that clothes were scheduled to be delivered the following morning and that she didn't have to greet Jake surrounded by the proof of Fitz's largesse.

Olivia was slightly confused when she entered a dark house. Jake's car was parked in the garage, but there was no evidence that he was home. The only sign of life in the townhouse was a faint light coming from the living room. She headed in that direction calling out, "Jake, babe, are you down here."

"In here," Jake responded in a muffled and distorted voice.

Olivia found Jake sitting in the mostly dark living room, the only light coming from a small lamp in the corner of the room. She flipped on the light switch asking, "Why are you sitting in the dark?"

Jake winced at the blinding light. Ignoring her question, he asked, "How was your day at work?" his intoxication evident in his voice.

Olivia looked at Jake and the glass of bourbon sitting beside him. She wondered how many drinks he had waiting for her to get home. "It was a long day. Sorry, I'm late and didn't call," she said, leaning over to kiss Jake as she reached into her purse for her phone. "I had to turn my phone off this afternoon. How many times did you call?"

"I lost count after the fifth call. What were you and Grant working on that made you turn off your phone?" he replied, his voice devoid of emotion.

"I wasn't with Fitz. I was out of the office most of the day."

"I know. I called your office when your car wasn't in the garage when I arrived. Some other woman answered your phone and informed me that you were out of the office and weren't returning until Tuesday. Were you planning to tell me you accepted his offer or were you just going to disappear on Thursday?" he asked angrily, slamming back the rest of his drink before rising from his chair and grabbing his empty glass.

"Jake, wait, it's not what you think. We need to talk about this."

"What's left to talk about? That," he gestured toward the front door, "did all of your talking for you." he asked, his words heavily slurred.

Olivia looked in the direction Jake was pointing and saw a new set of Louis Vuitton luggage. She silently kicked herself for not stopping by Jake's office on her way to Stacey's. She should have known after the first surprise there would be more. She knew Fitz's style and should have anticipated he would send at least one of his surprises to her house. Olivia wanted to be mad at Fitz, he knew she had a husband waiting for her at home, but knew she was the only one to blame for Jake's current state. "How many of those have you had?" she asked meekly. "Are you sober enough to have this discussion?"

"What's left to discuss? He asked you to spend the weekend with him and offered you two hundred and fifty thousand dollars, a possible promotion, gifts, and other perks to sweeten the pot. You, in what can only be described as a moment of teenage naiveté, presented this ridiculous and insulting deal to me, your husband. I, responding the only way any husband that actually gave a shit about his wife would, was outraged on your behalf and insisted that you declined the offer. You throw a temper tantrum and storm off, giving me the silent treatment.

"The next morning, you leave before I wake up, preventing us from having any further discussion. At some point today you, without so much as a text message to your husband telling him what you were planning to do, tell your boss, the biggest fuckboy on the planet, that you'll go. I find out about your decision not from you, but when a delivery guy drops off ten thousand dollars' worth of luggage to our condo.

"Did I miss anything? And don't try to pretend that the luggage wasn't intended for you. I tried to decline the delivery when I saw the card was addressed to Vivienne, but the man insisted the delivery was for Olivia Ballard at this address. Why does he call you Vivienne and who the hell is Edward?" he asked flicking the card in Olivia's direction.

"What are you talking about?" Olivia asked, enraged by Jake's attempt to dress her down and completely confused by his reference to Vivienne.

"Are you denying that he's buying you gifts? The card mentioned a new wardrobe. What time is that arriving?"

Olivia picked up the card, holding it a moment, uncertain if she should proceed with her husband watching and read.

My Dearest Vivienne,

I trust you enjoyed your transformation into Miami's newest socialite. I hope these bags prove worthy of your new wardrobe. Rest up beautiful, we have another long day ahead of us tomorrow. Don't worry about work, I asked Charlotte to cover the office. I'll send a car for you around 11, dress casually. I remain forever grateful.

Adoringly yours,

Edward

Never more grateful for her caramel colored skin, Olivia felt her body flush at the inclusion of her new nickname. She wasn't sure when he started calling her beautiful, but she knew Fitz only dated exceptionally beautiful women and was flattered by his recent attention. Winning the battle against the smile that threated to creep across her face, Olivia refocused on Jake.

Jake watched Olivia's subtle body languages are she read the card. There was obviously a subtext there that he wasn't privy to and, judging by her kinesic signals, this subtext had little to do with their professional relationship. "I need another drink."

"Don't you think you've had enough?"

Jake looked at her incredulously. "What I think is that you lost the right to question me about any decision I make the moment you decided to go to the Hamptons with Fitz." With that Jake stormed off in the direction of the kitchen.

Olivia began pacing in circles, worried what Jake would do next. This wasn't at all how she thought the evening would go. She expected that he would be angry and explosive, maybe yell or break things. She wasn't at all prepared for this drunk, but completely controlled version of her husband. For the first time in more than a decade she worried about the future of her marriage. After a few minutes, she calmed down enough that she could sit on the couch and patiently wait for Jake to make his next move.

It wasn't long before Jake returned to the living room, another drink in hand. "He's not buying me gifts," Olivia offered calmly and far more confidently than she actually felt. "The luggage and the clothes are business purchases; things I need to do the job I've been assigned. It's no different than the company laptop I bring home every night."

"There's a huge difference between the luggage and your laptop. That luggage cost more than you make in a month. And…this weekend isn't a work assignment, it's personal, a favor you're doing for him. Does his father even know what the two of you are planning?" he shouted, frustrated that she refused to acknowledge the absurdity of her arrangement. Did she really expect that he would have no problem with her pretending to be another man's fiancée for a weekend?

"Fitz and I work together, that's all there is to our relationship. I don't understand why you can't accept that this is purely a business decision," Olivia pleaded.

"Do you also expect me to be understanding when, in a week, a month, a year or however long it takes, you are sitting in that same spot begging for forgiveness. Do you expect me to understand that you didn't intend to sleep with your boss, that things just got out of control and you don't know how it happened? Because the decision you made today, to put your boss above your husband, will be how it happens. Why create the temptation?"

"Is that how little you think of me? Do you really think a couple of outfits and some luggage is all it takes for me to betray you? There is 'temptation' everywhere and I've managed to remain faithful to you for 12 years. There is no reason to expect the next 6 days will change that and, if it did, doesn't that suggest much bigger problems in our relationship."

"Is that what this is about? Are you unhappy? I know we've had a lot of big changes lately – we lost the business and instead of working together we now work for competitors. It's not easy for me either, but at least my bastard boss isn't showering me with expensive gifts and vacations. Why can't you see what he's doing? All of this is intentional, he's trying to drive a wedge between us, one he can leverage to sleep with you. That's what he really wants, to sleep with my wife."

"What did he do to you in graduate school? Did he sleep with your girlfriend? Steal your design plan? Get the internship or job you really wanted? What happened between the two of you that makes it impossible for you to believe that I have something to offer other than what's between my thighs? Why can't you have a reasonable response to anything related to him?"

"I had a reasonable response when you wanted to accept the position at Grant Enterprises. I had a reasonable response when you wanted to accept the promotion that moved you to his office. I have had a reasonable response to every career decision you've made during your tenure at Grant Enterprises. What you are asking me to accept now is not reasonable. My response is reasonable, it's you that's being unreasonable."

"You didn't answer my question."

"Drop it Olivia, it was a long time ago, the specifics aren't important. All you need to know is Grant has a well-deserved reputation for getting what he wants and for punishing those that stand in his way," he barked.

"Even if that's true, he doesn't want me. He wants to be CEO of Grant Enterprises. I would be standing in his way if I decided not to go and the whole weekend was a disaster. I'm helping him get what he wants, there's no reason for you to worry."

"You keep telling yourself that. Whatever you need to do to justify this to yourself. If there's nothing else you would like to discuss, I'm going to bed," he said as he walked out of the room.

Olivia thought about stopping him, but she didn't know what else there was to say. It was clear that he didn't trust her alone with Fitz and this infuriated Olivia. She had never given him any reason to doubt her or suspect that she had an ulterior motive to the one she presented. This opportunity was business pure and simple and she wasn't going to twist herself in knots trying to convince her husband of her value as an employee. She had worked tirelessly at his side for years proving herself a capable partner, assistant, cheerleader, and therapist. What she agreed to do for Fitz was the same role she had played for Jake, the only difference that she would be pretending with Fitz. Why couldn't he see that?

Oliva leaned back on the couch, sinking into the oversized pillows, and exhaled deeply. The exchange with Jake had gone much better than she anticipated, but the way he found out could be problematic when he was thinking about this with a clear head in the morning. She knew Jake was never going to be happy about her decision, but she was planning to trade on the trust she'd worked hard to develop over the years. Now, that there was a crack in that trust. She hadn't intentionally kept her decision a secret from him, she just got caught up in all that Fitz had planned for the day.

Olivia looked over at the new set of luggage and shook her head. It was an over the top and ridiculous gesture, but completely in keeping with Fitz's personality. For years, Olivia had been charged with sending extreme gifts and flower arrangements to Fitz's latest paramour. She wondered who he had arranging things for her. She hoped it wasn't someone from the office, that would only add to the rumors that the two of them were having an affair. Olivia looked at her watch and noted it was after eleven o'clock. Fitz was probably at a club, but she didn't want the day to end without thanking him for his incredible generosity. She grabbed her phone to send him a quick text, knowing that he probably wouldn't see it until the morning.

Olivia: Thx 4 the day & the luggage. Everything was perfect but way 2 much. U shouldn't have but Im grateful u did.

That done, Olivia tossed her phone on the couch and headed to the kitchen for a glass of wine. Full glass and back-up bottle in hand, she returned to the living room, grabbing the remote control before once again settling on the couch. She channel surfed for a while before settling on an episode of Insecure. She thought the show was smart, authentic, and funny, but Jake didn't get the show's subtleties. After suffering through the first episode with him, she decided it was best to watch when he wasn't around. She was about 5 minutes into the episode when her phone alerted her to an incoming text. She was surprised to see two texts from Fitz, the first one received immediately after her thank you text.

Fitz: UR welcome and most deserving. Did u get my note?

Fitz: U there?

Olivia wondered where Fitz was and who he was with that allowed him to respond so quickly.

Olivia: Here. Jake got ur note & wasnt amused. How many times do I have 2 tell u im not ur pretty woman? :-)

Fitz responded immediately.

Fitz: Its a fed crime 2 read someone else mail. Do u want me 2 call the police?

Olivia: I think us spending 4 days alone n NY is punishment enuf.

Fitz: How was Stacey?

Olivia: Cool, but warmed up when I told her I was ur married assistant. Did u2 date?

Fitz: No. Hooked up a couple of times.

Olivia: SMH

Fitz: Did u get what u needed?

Olivia: Yes, thx. U didnt have 2 remove the tags.

Fitz: Didnt want u to worry about $$. How was the spa?

Olivia: Excellent. A girl could get used 2 this. :)

Fitz: Only the best 4 my bride 2b.

Olivia: :-P

Olivia was surprised by how rapidly Fitz's responses were coming. He rarely slept alone and, now that Mellie had called off their engagement, he should be on the prowl for his latest bedfellow. She began to have wildly inappropriate thoughts of him texting her while engaged in various carnal activities. Truly curious as to how he was spending his evening, she continued the conversation.

Olivia: Where r u?

Fitz: Home. Y do u want 2 come over? ;-) Where is Jeff?

Olivia: *Jake* is upstairs sleeping it off.

Fitz: Trouble in paradise?

Olivia paused before responding. She was getting too comfortable, too loose with Fitz. He was naturally charming and she was going to have to work harder to remember he was her boss, not one of her girlfriends. Her drama with Jake was none of his concern, even if he was the cause.

Olivia: Everything is gr8. He just overdid it celebrating my big bonus.

Fitz: If so, y r u on the phone w/ me while hes n bed alone. Did he pass out b4 he took care of u? RU sure u don't want 2 come over? I could help u out. ;-)

Olivia laughed aloud at Fitz's text and use of emoticons and immediately felt guilty about it. Jake was upstairs passed out because he drank away his anger rather than take it out on her and her she was texting and laughing with Fitz. She drained the rest of the wine from her glass and sent one final text.

Oliva: Ur shameless. Than perfect day. Im going 2 bed w/ Jake. Have another long day 2morrow. Should have known pretending 2 love u would b hard work. :-)

Fitz: Its only work cuz ur trying not 2 enjoy it. Good night beautiful. Sweet dreams.

With that, Olivia quickly deleted the exchange with Fitz from her phone and headed upstairs to join her husband.

A/N: Soooo…another Jake chapter, sorry. I know you are eager for Fitz and Olivia to leave for their weekend, but I needed to add some emotional turmoil to start to weaken Olivia's defenses when it came to Fitz. Next chapter will be 100% Olitz, but it won't be the start of the weekend. Fitz has another day of surprises planned for Olivia and may end up being surprised himself. Until then…ciao.