Again, I read all of your comments and PMS and I appreciate you for reading my story. To the guest who left this comment (and those who leave similar comments): Can we get back to the present - or make the past shorter 15 chapters in and still in the past. I'm afraid this story may not be for you, and that's okay. I would suggest you find one that's more to your liking because we're going to be spending more time on Fitz and Olivia's backstory. And the answer to your question is, no.

Also, there are currently twelve chapters. (thirteen with the author's note) I combined chapter four, which had been broken up into three parts.

Thank you all so much for sticking with me.

TBOT

Onward…

Fitz's internal clock woke him at five. Groaning, he lay on his stomach, punching the pillow under his head. It had taken hours for him to fall asleep and now after tossing and turning longer than he would have liked, he was fully awake. He knew he wasn't going back to sleep.

Turning over, he stared up at the ceiling. The sun wouldn't rise for another two hours. He would've been content to stay in bed if he hadn't been alone, but the woman he wanted in his bed was in a penthouse apartment in downtown L.A. Fitz had dreamt about Olivia and once again, he'd awakened with an erection. He stretched lazily and smiled at the memory of kissing her and her kissing him back. And more. Images of undressing her, seeing her completely naked and taking her to bed invaded his brain. The erection that refused to go down made lying in bed longer more difficult.

Fitz pushed the covers aside and swung his legs over the side of the bed. Standing, he walked into the Florentine-marble en suite bathroom with an oversize steam rain shower and multiple body jets. He brushed his teeth before stepping into the shower and standing under the spray of cold water beating down on his head and body. Since meeting Olivia, cold showers had become a necessary evil and Fitz found himself excited about the prospect of leaving them behind once and for all. His teeth were chattering uncontrollably before he adjusted the water temperature. He may have almost caught hypothermia, but at least his hard-on was gone.

After drying his body, Fitz wrapped the towel around his waist and walked into one of the bedroom's two closets. Opening drawers, he selected underwear, socks and a long sleeve tee. Moving further into the room, he selected a pair of well worn jeans. He dressed quickly before slipping his feet into a pair of running shoes and heading towards the stairs.

Glancing out of the wall of windows in the great room, he could see that the sky was still black and below the hills the city lights glowed. He continued to walk to the front door where he opened it, and retrieved his copies of both The New York Times and L.A. Times. He was old school and still got a lot of his news from print. Closing the door, he walked to the kitchen. Reaching for the French press and coffee grinder, he went about the task of preparing his coffee. Before long the smell of brewing coffee wafted throughout the kitchen. Grabbing a mug from one of the cabinets, Fitz poured his first of several cups and sat at the island to peruse the papers.

The caffeine was what Fitz needed to jolt him into awareness as he turned on the small flat-screen television mounted above the countertop and half-listened to the commentary from the news anchor as he read the articles that captured his attention.

After two hours, Fitz had read as much as he wanted of both newspapers and decided he would go downstairs to the home's fully equipped gym and work off some of the calories that he and Olivia had consumed the previous day. When he was home in New York, Fitz had a personal trainer who put him through a strenuous martial arts workout that included lifting weights and a boxing regimen of hitting the speed and heavy bags. The workout had increased his endurance and overall body strength. He would work on cardio today. Glancing at his watch, he noted the time. 8:30. He hoped it wasn't too early to call Olivia.

X

Olivia woke at six-thirty Sunday morning well rested and clear headed. She'd felt an emotional calm that she hadn't felt in months. She lay in bed thinking about the reason for her contentment. Fitzgerald Grant. She liked Fitz. A lot. He had such a generous spirit. He was perfect, perfect for anyone but her. There was no way she could allow herself to feel anything more than friendship. How could she want or ask for more when she planned to leave L.A. in two and a half months. Falling in love with him would be disastrous and also unfair to him, and she wasn't emotionally ready for the fallout. However, what she was willing to do was sleep with him, something she'd refused to consider before. She smiled. After all, Fitz was allowing her to make the rules, set the terms.

They were adults, consenting adults and she planned to enjoy her time with him, and when it was over, she would walk away. She had no expectations, and there would be no happily ever after. She would return to D.C. and he would continue on with his life just like before.

Olivia pushed the covers off and sat on the side of the bed. Knowing she couldn't stay in bed and continue to be sexually frustrated, she got up and walked to the bathroom to prepare for her morning swim.

After an hour and a half Olivia returned to her apartment. She'd just walked through the door when her cell phone began to ring. Fitz.

"Hello, Fitz," she said in a singsong voice, a smile spreading across her entire face.

He smiled. He loved hearing her voice.

"How are you?"

"I'm wonderful. Just getting back from my morning swim. How are you?"

"Missing you. I know it sounds cheesy, but it's true."

Olivia was quiet. She missed him too.

"I'm calling to find out what your plans are for today. I want to take you out to lunch."

"I haven't made any plans, but you know, why don't you come over and I'll have brunch prepared for us." She hesitated before speaking again. "That is, if you don't have anything else planned in the next two and half hours."

Was she serious? He would cancel whatever plans he had if it meant spending more time with her. "I'm available, but I can bring brunch."

"No, Fitz. I invited you and I will provide the food."

Fitz shook his head although Olivia couldn't see him. "No Liv, I…"

"Do you like omelets?" She didn't give him a chance to finish whatever he was about to say.

"Yes."

"What else do you like for breakfast?"

"Muffins," he replied.

"What kind?"

"Banana Nut."

"Coffee or tea?"

He smiled. There was no doubt she wanted to please him.

"I'll drink either one."

"Okay. Is there anything you don't or can't eat?"

Fitz laughed, the sound genuine and amused. "No Liv, I eat just about anything. What time is brunch?" he conceded. He knew that if he continued to insist that he provide brunch, it would only lead to a verbal exchange with the beautiful and smart lawyer, something he wanted to avoid.

"Is eleven too late for you to eat?"

"No. It gives me enough time to work out. Are you sure you don't need me to bring anything?"

"I'm positive, Fitz. Just bring your appetite."

"Expect me at eleven."

"I'll be here waiting."

I'll be here waiting. Olivia's words were etched in Fitz's mind long after they ended their call. He couldn't wait to see her again and spending time alone with her at her apartment was perfect. Fitz made a call to one of his favorite personal shoppers and asked if she could create a gift basket for him on such short notice. It was early and he knew he'd probably awakened her, but he needed this favor. She was happy to fill his request and promised to have it delivered to his home within the hour. Ending the call, Fitz sat on the high stool at the island for a few minutes thinking about Olivia. He wanted to see her, talk to her, touch her and kiss her again. Standing, he headed downstairs to the gym. He always fed off the positive energy from working out and today would be no different.

X

Olivia ended the call with Fitz, immediately called her personal concierge and explained to him what she needed. As expected, the man assured her that he would fulfill her requests and everything would be perfect. She did a happy dance and collapsed on her bed. Her excitement consumed her. She felt blissfully happy and for the first time in a long time, fully alive.

She stood and just as she was about to walk into the bathroom to take a shower, her phone rang for the second time that morning. She was tempted to ignore it but when she glanced at the screen and saw that it was her mother, she answered.

"Hello, Mom."

"Hi, baby. How are you? Your father's here. Say hello, Eli." She said in one breath.
"Hello, Libby! I miss you."

She smiled. "I miss you too, Daddy."

"Baby girl, I just walked in from playing tennis and was on my way to the shower. Your mother and I are meeting Hayes and Carolyn for lunch. You doing okay?" he asked.

"Yes, daddy. I'm okay."

"Good. We'll talk later this week."

"Okay. Bye, daddy."

"Bye, Libby.

Olivia could here movement, and when her mother spoke again she was no longer on speakerphone.

"So how's the merger coming along, Libby?"

"It's actually still on schedule to be completed by the end of March. We're performing our due diligence. Meaning, we're creating the financial modeling and operational analysis and trying to assess the culture fit of the two firms before we present it all to the client."

"So barring any major issues, you're close to creating and signing contracts."

"That's the plan, mom."

"I know you're busy running point on this case, and probably working nonstop but are you going to find time for Fitzgerald Grant?" She changed the subject smoothly.

Olivia frowned. Cecily had a big mouth.

"Does anything get past you?"

Her mother laughed. "No."

Olivia laughed too. When she sobered, she responded to her mother's question.

"Yes Mom. Fitz and I are getting to know each other." Since Cecily had obviously told her mom about Fitz being in L.A. and their running into each other, she told her about their impromptu date and the brunch she was hosting in about two and a half hours.

"Oh Libby, I'm so happy for you." Her mother exclaimed. "Your father and I were quite impressed with him. He seems like a wonderful young man, and according to Carolyn Marie, Harry can't stop singing his praises. Your father thinks he would make a fine son-in-law." She knew that would get Olivia's attention.

"What?! Please don't start, Mom. I barely know the man."

Maya smiled and nodded her head. Bingo!

"You like him, don't you? And don't try to deny it. I saw the way the two of you were looking at each other when you thought no one was watching. There's something there."

"What are you talking about, Mom?"

"Don't insult my intelligence, Olivia. You know very well I'm talking about Fitz."

Olivia knew it was useless to lie, because she'd never been able to keep anything from her mother. Well almost anything. The Lalique vase came to mind.

"Yes. I like him."

"How much?"

She closed her eyes before answering.

"A lot, mother. I like him a lot."

"So do you plan to keep him?"

"What? It's not about keeping anyone. I'm only here for two more months then I'll be headed back to D.C. He'll still be here in L.A. and then eventually on to his next project somewhere in the world." She let out a deep sigh. "I'm going to let go and enjoy whatever time we have together, and when it's over I'll walk away with the memories." Why did she sound so sad?

Her mother picked up on it too.

"You will not have a pity party, Olivia Carolyn Pope. Not today.

She knew her mother was not happy whenever she called her by her full name. "I'm sorry, Mom."

"You're a Lewis woman and when the going gets tough, Lewis women don't run. What Garrett Davis did to you was reprehensible, but life goes on. And, I'm not one to gossip, but I hear he's getting everything he's done back in spades from Miss Raquel Fletcher."

Olivia took a seat in one of the chairs in the bedroom. She knew she needed to get into the shower before the chef arrived but she wanted to hear what her mother had to say.

"How do you know this?"

Her mother laughed slyly. "I have my sources."

"Well I don't want to know your source, but please give me the details."

After a few seconds Maya spoke. "I heard the baby isn't his."

Olivia's jaw dropped. "No! So she was sleeping with someone else too?"

"It appears that way." Maya said smugly. "Well that's the rumor anyway. Eddie and Jackie are absolutely disgusted with their son."

I guess they would be, Olivia thought.

So they were both sleeping around. How could they be so careless and callous? They both knew the ramifications of having casual sex with no regard for themselves or their partners. Olivia had been tested throughout her relationship with Garrett and after it ended. She had been given a clean bill of health.

"Take your time Libby." Her mother's voice brought her back to the present. "You don't have to rush into anything, especially sleeping with a man."

Was her mother psychic now? Did she know that she wanted to sleep with Fitz?

"Maybe that's a good thing." She said wistfully.

"Why would you say that?

"If a man dates a woman and doesn't sleep with her, that means not only does he respect her, but he also likes her."

Olivia almost laughed out loud. She didn't agree, but she didn't say anything. "Is that what happened between you and Daddy?

Maya took a few seconds before she spoke. "Even though your father and I came of age during the so called sexual revolution, we didn't sleep together until we were engaged. Your father wasn't my first, but he certainly was the best." She sighed deeply before she continued. "And the baby-making sex was incredible!"

"Mother!" This was a Maya Lewis Pope Olivia was unfamiliar with. Of course she'd had the sex talk with both of her daughters but never had she revealed her own sexual experiences.

Maya sucked her teeth, a practice she normally abhorred. "Don't 'Mother' me Olivia. How do you think you and your sister got here? You're a grown woman doing grown woman things, please spare me."

"TMI, Mom. But I see where Cis gets it."

"No, it's not too much information. I wish my mother had been alive to talk to me the way I've talked to my girls. Grandma Carolyn tried, bless her heart, but it wasn't the same. I just pray that if or when you or your sister have a daughter, you'll do the same."

"You never cease to surprise me, Mom."

"You and your sister think you know me so well. I'm full of surprises."

Well that's certainly true, Olivia thought.

"Now I need you to surprise me with a grandbaby before I get too old to enjoy him or her."

"Mother you have another daughter, who happens to be married by the way. You can't put all the pressure on me."

"Please, I've given up on Cecily Marie." Olivia had heard all of this before. Her mother had been singing this tune since Cecily got married, but to no avail. Cecily was too much like their mother, she would have a baby when she was ready and not a second before.

"You really know your daughters, don't you?"

"It's part of being a mother."

Olivia glanced at the clock. It was almost nine-fifteen. She needed to shower and get ready. Fitz would be arriving soon.

"Mom, it's been…well…enlightening to say the least." They both laughed. "I have to go and prepare for my guest."

"Well, perfect timing. I hear your father coming down the stairs."

Her mother put her back on speakerphone so she could speak with both her parents.

"Libby, I'm taking one of my favorite ladies out to lunch and if we don't leave now, we're going to be late."

'Okay, Daddy. You guys have a good time and tell Aunt Caro and Uncle Hayes I said hello."

"We will." They said in unison.

"Bye, Mom. Bye, Dad. I love you both."

"We love you too."

She laughed at her parents. "You guys have fun, and if you two can't be good, then be careful," she teased.

Her parents were still laughing when she ended the call.

Olivia tossed her phone on the bed, stood and walked to the bathroom. Stripping off her sweats and swimsuit, she stepped into the shower stall. Her thoughts were on Fitz as she turned on the shower spray and adjusted the water temperature. She couldn't wait to see him again.

X

The morning passed quickly for Fitz. He'd completed an intense workout, showered and dressed. The gift that he requested had been delivered as promised, and his only focus was on seeing Olivia again. It was going to be great day. Until he answered a call from his brother.

Fitz picked up his phone, answering before it rang a third time. He knew it was Ford. "Good morning, brother. How are you?"

"That's what I should be asking you, Fitz. I called you a few times yesterday and sent a few texts. You didn't respond. You okay?"

Fitz saw his missed calls and text messages, but he was with Olivia. Whatever Ford wanted could wait.

"I was indisposed, Ford." It was a half-truth.

Ford's deep laugh came through the phone. "I hope she was good."

Fitz became instantly annoyed by his brother's comment.

"It's not what you think," he said in a clipped tone. He would not have his brother thinking that way about Olivia. They had shared brunch and dinner, not a bed.

"I'm sorry, Fitz. I meant no disrespect." Ford replied.

"None taken," Fitz countered.

"So you and Olivia were together." It was a statement.

"Why would you say that?"

Ford laughed again. "Because if you weren't with her, you would've just said you were tied up with something."

Fitz smiled. "You think you know me that well?"

"Yes I do, big brother."

"Well we did spend yesterday together. It was nice." That was all he was willing to reveal to Ford.

"So you're all in with Olivia?"

Fitz ignored his brother's question and asked one of his own. "Is there a reason you were trying to reach me yesterday, Ford?"

Ford knew Fitz changed the subject on purpose. He wanted him in a good mood before he disclosed the purpose of his call.

"Have you given anymore thought to heading up the GrantAsiaPac project?" Fitz's grip tightened on the phone. That was an almost five year commitment. He had no desire to live abroad for that long, especially now. He was just starting to enjoy having a daily routine for longer than two to three weeks or even a month.

"No, Ford. I don't want to commit to a five year project right now."

"So you're really ready to settle down?"

"It's not so much about settling down as it is experiencing some semblance of normalcy. My time here in L.A. is the first time in a long time that I can actually plan what I want to do two to three days in advance. I may not have a family, but I do have a life." He had finally met someone who made him want to settle down, and curtail his travel. He knew she would only be in L.A. for a short while, but while she was here he intended to make her a part of the life that he'd adamantly told his brother he was trying to enjoy.

"I'm happy for you, Fitz. I know you love what you do but I also understand your need to have a life. You've taken on a lot over the years and I guess we just got used to you always being available. But this is a huge deal and we want our best people on the team." Unlike Fitz, Ford lived and breathed Grant Holdings and wouldn't think twice to drop what he was doing to go halfway around the world to work and live for five years. He would do it without question.

"I just told you that I was in a good place with my career and personal life, and now you want me to take on more responsibility."

"It's not that much more, Fitz."

"That's bull, Ford, and you know it. I am not interested right now." Or ever, he thought. He didn't need to tell his brother that Olivia was part of the reason for his need for normalcy. He was tired. He'd like to stay home and sleep in his own bed for a change. Strange faces, strange beds and sometimes even stranger food didn't excite him anymore. At thirty-five, he didn't feel as if he'd been living, just working and existing.

"Well why don't you give it some thought Fitz, and we'll revisit this in a month."

Fitz didn't respond immediately. "I'll think about it."

Changing the subject, Ford asked if he had any plans for the day. A friend of his was taking out his boat for a day sail.

"Would you like to join us?" He knew his brother was not happy right now, and he couldn't blame him, but sailing always lightened his mood.

Fitz's annoyance with brother eased with the mention of his plans for the day. "As a matter of fact little brother, I do have plans and if I don't leave right now I'm going to be late. Let's plan to meet this week before you leave."

"Okay, I'll have Marisol schedule lunch."

"I'll have Lauren send her my schedule so she has my availability."

"Good. And Fitz?"

"Yes?"

"Tell Olivia I said hello."

"Goodbye, Ford." Fitz ended the call before his brother could respond. He had forty-five minutes to get to downtown L.A. Thank goodness it was Sunday. Grabbing his soft caramel suede blazer and Olivia's gift, he headed out of the door.

X

Olivia stood in front of the full-length mirror, half an hour later. She was wearing a classic white, boy fit cotton shirt with a pair of dark denim skinny jeans and Tod's Croc-effect chocolate suede driving shoes. She kept her look casual by wearing medium size gold hoops in her ears and her hair had dried into a fusion of curls.

She moved closer to the mirror and examined her bare face. She'd applied a moisturizer, lip gloss and nothing else. Today Fitz would see her au natural. Satisfied, she left the bedroom and was almost at the bottom of the stairs when the doorbell chimed. The chef had arrived.

Olivia checked the table setting to make certain she hadn't forgotten anything. For reasons she couldn't understand, she wanted this brunch and this day to be perfect. She had never had a man over for a meal. She had never shared a meal like this in this type of setting with a man that wasn't her ex. She was filled with a giddy sense of excitement for what was to come.

At ten-fifty, her phone buzzed. It was the concierge announcing Fitz's arrival. She had notified him that she was expecting a guest and had provided Fitz's name. He was escorted to her floor. And when the doors to the elevator opened she stood waiting for him. She hadn't realized how much she missed him or how fast her heart was beating. Every time she saw him, his masculinity took her breath away.

Olivia gave Fitz a dazzling smile. "What did you bring?" she asked, pointing at the large basket in his right hand.

Fitz winked at her. "You have to look inside."

It had been a little more than twelve hours since he'd seen Olivia, and she looked different. The hair was still a mass of curls but something was different. Her face. She wasn't wearing make-up. He was awed by her natural, flawless face. Her cheeks were naturally flushed and her eyes were bright. She was dressed similar to him, sans blazer. She wore a classic, tailored white shirt and skinny jeans and she'd never looked sexier. He suspected she was unaware of just how sexy she was. Her voice, her laugh and her body.

Fitz moved closer until he stood in front of her. Setting the basket on the floor next to him, he wrapped his arms around her.

"Good morning," she whispered.

"Good morning to you too," he countered before leaning down to kiss her, his tongue slipping through his parted lips. The slow kiss weakened her knees. She felt wet between the legs as her breathing quickened.

Her shock began as he pulled her flush against him. Olivia closed her eyes, moaning softly. This was almost as good as last night.

Fitz deepened the kiss, losing himself in her taste and the clean scent coming from her skin. It was an aphrodisiac. The soft sounds coming from her throat almost made him lose control.

Pushing against his chest, Olivia mustered the strength to pull away, ending the kiss. Breathing heavily, she pressed her face to his chest, inhaling his masculine scent.

"Fitz, stop!" she gasped. Her pulse was racing uncontrollably. "We're not alone."

At his confused look she grabbed his free hand, waiting while he picked up the basket, and led him into the apartment. When they entered, the distinct smell of baked bananas wafted throughout the space. He turned to her. "You didn't."

She looked up at him and smiled. "Well I didn't, but yes, the banana nut muffins are about ready to come out of the oven. Follow me."

She turned to walk toward the kitchen. He followed her. He bit down on his bottom lip and stared at her perfect behind in the snug jeans. He watched her walk, and suddenly it hit him. He wanted to make love to Olivia. That image of her completely naked in his bed, arms outstretched to welcome him into her embrace and her body flooded his mind again. He had to look away before he embarrassed himself and Olivia.

They entered the kitchen where a tall man in a chef's tunic and beanie was busy preparing brunch. Fitz set the basket on the island and waited for the chef to wash and dry his hands.

"Fitz, this is Chef Robb Hunter. He's the reason for all of the wonderful smells coming from the kitchen." Fitz moved toward Chef Robb and shook his head. "Robb this is my guest, Fitz Grant." After they exchanged pleasantries, Chef Robb turned back to expertly dice onions and peppers for their omelets, while Olivia walked over to the island where the basket sat.

"You didn't have to bring anything."

"I know I didn't. But I wanted to."

She untied the bow and removed the cellophane. She gasped and looked at Fitz. "You shouldn't have." He smiled that crooked grin that she was beginning to love.

Reaching into the basket, she withdrew two tins filled with loose leaf Lapsang Souchong tea, along with two boxes of tea bags, two tins of gourmet popcorn and two bottles of 1982 Chateau Latour.

"I hope you like your gift."

"I love it. You've been listening. Thank you."

She kissed him on the cheek and their gazes met and held for several seconds. They had to remember they weren't alone. "You're quite welcome."

Placing the items back in the basket, Olivia asked if he'd eaten anything.

"No. Just several cups of coffee."

"You must be starving. We'll eat first then we'll decide what we want to do with the rest of the day.

So she'd planned for them to be together all day. He didn't have a problem with that. In fact he looked forward to it.

Turning to Chef Robb, she advised him that they were ready whenever he was.

Fitz and Olivia left the kitchen and walked into the dining room. His gaze swept over the room and at the table where two place settings had been set with china, crystal and sterling silver. He pulled out a chair and seated Olivia. Chef Robb came in with a basket of warm banana nut muffins, a glass bowl of fresh cut fruit, a pitcher of chilled, fresh squeezed orange juice and a bottle of champagne. A carafe of coffee and hot water for tea sat on the buffet. Before he left the room, he asked each of them what they wanted in their omelets. They both requested red peppers, onions, chorizo, mushrooms and Parmigiana-Reggiano cheese with smoked ham. He nodded and turned to go back to the kitchen to prepare their food.

Less than six minutes later, Chef Robb walked in with two plates filled with large, fluffy omelets. He left and came back with a bowl of sweet potato hash, a basket of fresh homemade biscuits, along with butter and jams. When the food had been served he stood back from the table. "Will there be anything else, Ms. Pope?" She looked to Fitz who shook his no. "No thank you, Robb. We have more than enough food." He nodded and left the room.

Brunch lasted over two hours. They talked quietly while they ate. Fitz enjoyed looking at her as they further discussed their interests. He loved the way her eyes sparkled and her dimples flashed while she was speaking especially when she talked about the law. Being with her was very relaxing.

"You love being a lawyer, don't you?"

She loved that he seemed genuinely interested in her career.

"I love it more than anything else in the world. Well, maybe not my family. But you understand what I mean."

He did. Slowly, for the first time in months, she was allowing someone and something else into her world. After her broken engagement, the law was all she had, but now she was permitting herself to enjoy something other than her career. He hoped that was because of him. He was determined to prove to her that not all men who showed interest in her were liars or untrustworthy.

Olivia sat across the table from Fitz quietly listening as he revealed a little more of who he was. Everything about him conveyed elegance, and he appeared so sure of himself and his place in the world. She wondered if she'd met him almost five years ago, before her and her ex got back together, how different her life would be. Would they be married, have children? Would she have even given him a chance?

He stopped talking and smiled at her. "What are you thinking about?"

"How much I'm enjoying being with you."

Reaching across the table, Fitz grasped her hand, looking at the manicured nails.

She put her hand on top of his and turned his hand over so their fingers were entwined. They made a pretty picture, his ivory skin against her honey brown.

"Didn't I tell you we would have crazy fun?" he asked.

She nodded.

"This is only the beginning, Liv."

Time seemed to stand still as they talked on an on. They had talked about his position with Grant Holdings and the pull he was feeling to slow down for a personal life. She knew everything about his previous relationships and he knew all about her ex. He also knew that her greatest fear was being a disappointment to her parents, which explained so much. The more time they spent together, the more open and comfortable Olivia was becoming.

She'd never known a man so transparent, his honesty and openness a refreshing change of pace from what she had known in the past.

When they finished brunch, Chef Robb came in with a member of the housekeeping staff to retrieve the leftover food and clear the table while Fitz and Olivia moved to the living room.

X

Fitz and Olivia spooned on the sofa, his chest rising and falling against her back. Fitz had removed his blazer and rolled up his sleeves. They'd both removed their shoes and lay on the sofa after what had become a leisurely eating affair. He knew he surprised her when he joined her, molding her body to his.

"Are you falling asleep?" he whispered.

Olivia opened her eyes, smiling. She felt the beating of Fitz's heart against her back.

"No, but I don't know how long I'll be able to stay awake. I think I ate too much. I'm going to have to stop hanging out with you, because every time we get together we eat."

"What's wrong with that, Liv?"

"What's wrong is I won't be able to fit into my clothes."

"Not to worry, Liv. If I'm responsible for you gaining weight, then I'll buy you a new wardrobe."

"I'm not a pauper, Fitz. I can buy my own clothes and the clothes I have I like very much."

Fitz kissed the nape of her neck. "And you look incredibly sexy in your clothes."

His words had their desired effect on her.

She leaned up and kissed his jaw. "Thank you."

Fitz deftly changed the subject. "Thank you again for inviting me to brunch, Liv. I'd like to return the favor and prepare dinner for you."

Olivia turned to look at him. "You cook?"

His expression changed, a frown replacing his smile. "Why would you ask me that?"

Cocking her head to the side, she said, "Your being a Grant, I thought you would have grown up with live-in cooks and housekeepers."

Fitzgerald Grant had grown up with things most people fantasized about: a mansion, butler and servants. It wasn't about living paycheck to paycheck but having everything at one's disposal.

"So you think because I'm a Grant I'm completely helpless and that I need someone to cook and clean up after me?"

"Honestly Fitz, I don't know what to think."

He was quiet for a few seconds. "You're right I did grow up with a household staff. But my mother's an excellent cook and she cooked dinner for us all of the time. I was her sous chef. It was my way of spending time with her and making her feel better because my father was usually at the office and would never make home in time for dinner with his family."

"I never really learned to cook," she said. She didn't cook and neither had her ex. When she lived at home there hadn't been a reason to learn to cook because their housekeeper or her parents prepared the meals. When her and her ex moved in together they ate out and ordered in, often.

"Why not?"

"I was never interested. My mom is also an excellent cook. She doesn't cook as much as she used to but Grandma Carolyn made sure she and Aunt Carolyn could put a meal on the table. Cecily liked to help in the kitchen. We always had a housekeeper who was also a cook so if my mom was in surgery, or dad couldn't make it home to throw together a simple meal, we always had a full dinner."

"Well you can be my sous chef."

She smiled up at him. "I'd like that."

"Good. You never answered my question, Liv."

"What question?"

"What are you doing Friday night?"

"I don't have any plans, why?"

"I want to cook dinner for you."

"Okay."

"Also, I'm sure you heard Deacon when he invited us to his wife's birthday dinner party next Saturday night. I didn't want to give him an answer until I spoke with you. I'd like for you to come with me, be my date."

She took a deep breath before responding. "Yes Fitz, I will be your date."

He took her hand and gave her fingers a gentle squeeze.

"Is this a sit down dinner?"

"I'm not sure but I'll find out all of the details when I RSVP, and let you know."

They were quiet for a few minutes, just enjoying being together.

"Fitz?"

"Yes, baby?"

She hesitated and then asked the question. "Would you mind if we have a sleepover Friday night?"

He was speechless. He didn't think she would feel comfortable spending the night this soon. "Now you're talking! What time should I pick you up?"

"Is six too late?"

"No, it's perfect."

"I think I'll bring an outfit for the dinner so we don't have to come back to the hotel until Sunday."

Lifting his head, he kissed her hair. "Whatever you want to do is fine. Do you like Italian food?"

"I love it."

"Then Italian it is, he said with a wide grin.

"Do you want me to bring anything?"

Wrapping his arms around her, he squeezed before answering. "No. I have everything I need."

X

Olivia closed her eyes. She liked Fitz, liked everything about him, and she didn't want a sleepover as much as she wanted to sleep with him. Was she what he needed? She couldn't answer that, but she knew he was definitely what she needed. She'd already decided that she would date Fitz, sleep over at his house, and if their relationship became more intimate, then she intended to enjoy it until either of them decided it was over. Olivia wasn't looking for a serious relationship or marriage and neither was Fitz, so it would be a win-win for both.

Turning over, Olivia laid her head on Fitz's chest, her legs between his. She felt warm and soft, just perfect. He put his hands on her waist and stroked her back. Olivia sighed. She loved the way his hands felt. Fitz reached for the soft throw on the back of the sofa and pulled it over her. Closing his eyes, he tried to remember the last time he felt this content.

He had a reputation for being elusive and standoffish in matters of the heart. He was a good guy; he'd never deliberately hurt a woman but he couldn't pretend to feel emotions that he didn't have. His last serious relationship had lasted two years. He'd met Jillian McInnis at a private party. She lived in Boston and had come to New York City for the weekend. He'd really liked her but when they'd decided to end it, he wasn't broken up over it. He knew the relationship was over when he asked her to move to New York, she said no and he never tried to pressure her to change her mind. But it was different with Olivia. No one made him feel the way Olivia did. He felt the even breathing that meant Olivia was asleep. He kissed the top of her head and hugged her closer before he drifted off to join her.

X

Olivia woke to the sound of Fitz's light snoring. Glancing at her watch, she was surprised to see that she'd slept for over an hour. She lay on his chest listening to his heartbeat. It was soothing and she felt perfectly relaxed. The past two days had been absolutely crazy but she couldn't remember being happier or more content.

Her mind was racing but her body was still. She was just too comfortable to move. She was waiting for the weird feelings of unease and fear to creep up, the ones that told her that she was making some horrible error in judgment, a big mistake, but they didn't come. She tried to come up with reasons why she should stay away from Fitz, but she couldn't think of any. She could hear her sister and her mother telling her to get out of her own head and just enjoy the moment.

Olivia had to laugh when she thought about those two. They were both lovable in their own unique ways, and also certifiable. Her soft laughter gently roused Fitz. His hands moved around until they were cupping her butt.

"What's so funny?"

"Just thinking about my mother and my sister."

"You're supposed to be thinking about me, pretty lady."

I can't stop thinking about you, she thought.

Fitz stared at Olivia, taking in the sight of her.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Olivia whispered.

"I could ask you the same question," Fitz whispered back, his gaze still locked on hers. Grasping her hips, he brought her body flush with his. She gasped slightly as his mouth stopped a fraction from hers.

Olivia's lips parted slightly. She reached her hand to his chest, pressing her fingers against the faint brush of hair that teased the opening of his white shirt. Her other hand moved to his face as she gently stroked his cheek and then he kissed her. He kissed her and without any hesitation she began to kiss him back.

His kiss was possessive. Olivia wrapped her arms around his neck, clutching at the back of his shirt. She licked his lips, gently biting the soft flesh. She inhaled his scent, his taste, everything, unable to get enough.

Neither wanted the moment to end. Fitz kissed her lips, her cheeks, her nose, then moved back to her mouth. The kiss seemed to last forever but it still wasn't enough for either of them. They wrapped their arms tighter around each other, amazed at how perfect they fit.

She moaned when she felt Fitz's fingers softly touching her breasts.

He briefly broke their kiss. "You smell and taste wonderful," he whispered, before his mouth descending on hers again.

This time she broke the kiss and laughed softly. She began to unbutton his shirt, and when she finished she looked up to see Fitz staring at her through hooded eyes. "So do you," she finally responded in a sexy whisper. Olivia's hands began to explore his chest and she had to bite down on her lip to keep from laughing when he jumped after her fingers grazed his nipples. Her mouth replaced her hands and she gasped when she felt the solid bulge in his pants growing beneath her.

He reached down and freed her mouth from his body. He whispered in her ear. "You see what you do to me, Olivia?"

She rested her head between his neck and shoulder. "What am I doing to you?"

"All I have to do is look at you or touch you and I get an erection."

"This isn't as one-sided as you think."

He lifted her so that they were facing each other. "Are you telling me that you're ready to take what we have to the next level?"

Olivia stared at him. "I need to know what you mean by next level."

"I'm surprised you're asking me that. I want to make love to you," he finally said. I need to make love to you, but it has to be on your terms. And Liv I want you to know that if you don't want to sleep with me, then you don't have to. No matter what happens between us, remember you're the one controlling this relationship."

Olivia nodded and looked at Fitz before she spoke. "Are you sure you want to hear my terms?"

"I'm very sure," he answered.

Olivia chose her words carefully. "If and when we do sleep together, it has to be like the Las Vegas slogan, what happens here, stays here."

Fitz smiled but didn't speak, so she continued. "You don't have to worry about me expecting some kind of a commitment or expectation of marriage because I don't want or need either in my life right now."

"Okay."

"I'm not on birth control, so you'll need to take care of that.

Fitz wanted to tell Olivia the only thing better than going to bed with her would be waking up with her beside him. And it had nothing to do with sex. That was something he could get from any wiling woman.

"Done. So I can look forward to the time when we can become friends with benefits?"

Olivia leaned down to kiss him before answering. "Yes."

No others words were spoken.

Fitz returned the kiss with intense hunger and urgency. Their hands were everywhere. He managed to unbutton Olivia's shirt so he could feel the lacy fabric of her bra. Olivia's hands went to the waistband of Fitz's jeans causing him to suddenly pull himself from her, gasping for air. Without saying a word, he lifted her to sit beside him on the couch before he stood.

Fitz ran his hands through his hair, a frown creasing his brow. He stood before her, shirt hanging open, revealing his muscular chest and rock-hard abs.

"What's wrong?" Olivia asked, buttoning her shirt and still stunned by what happened. She knew the answer before he spoke the words.

"You are…" He knew that what he was beginning to feel for her would frighten her if he told her, but he could no longer keep quiet. "You are beginning to mean more to me than I can to tell you." He took another breath before continuing. "We need to stop. If we don't stop now, I'm going to take you on that couch and you deserve better than that from me."

She wanted to tell him that they could go upstairs to her bedroom, but she knew he was right.

Olivia took a deep breath. Her feelings for Fitz were intensified whenever they shared the same space. A slow smile crept across her face, and her eyes shone with tears. She nodded her head slowly. "I think if and when we do sleep together, it will be incredible."

Fitz extended his hand toward her, pulling her to her feet. He eased her into his arms and held her tightly. As Olivia wrapped her arms around his waist he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. Caressing her back, he kissed her again and tightened his grip on her. They stood holding each other until his stomach started to growl. Their eyes met and they burst into laughter. The sexual tension eased in the room.

"Looks like we need to get you fed, mister."

He smiled down at her. "There's a Thai restaurant within walking distance that serves the best pad thai and noodle soup. Are you hungry?"

She wrinkled her nose. "Not really but let's take a walk and maybe when we're finished, I'll be ready to eat something."

He kissed the tip of her nose. "Grab your shoes and a jacket, darling. We're going for a walk."

They were both slipping on their shoes when Fitz asked to use the bathroom to wash up. She pointed him in the direction of the half bath off the kitchen. She watched as he walked toward the kitchen. Even his walk was sexy. He didn't walk or glide, he had a swagger. What a man, she thought. She waited until he disappeared before she did a twirl around the room. She giggled like a teenage girl as she danced towards the stairs. She needed to freshen up and retrieve her jacket and purse.

For the first time in over twenty years, Olivia was excited to attend a sleepover.