WOW.
I was NOT expecting that kind of feedback. Truly. Thank you guys for your kind words. I have decided that I will extend the chapters, but this will not be a long story, leaning towards 5-7 chapters. but we will see! But after this chapter I am going to be studying for boards, and will post a chapter of 'Find Your Way Back' next.
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Until Next Time,
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"I'm not," Olivia promises as they stop by their adjacent cars. "Abby, I danced for this intimidating guy. I am not a stripper but I gave him the best dance he could ask for, and he said nothing. He did nothing, he just sat there and watched."
"You seem disappointed." Abby acknowledges viewing Olivia's attitude towards the entire night.
"I'm not. I'm not a stripper. I am an FBI agent. I could care less about him. But I did get something out of the dance."
"What?"
"This," Olivia answers proudly.
"Holy shit!" Abby exclaims excitedly
"I know." Olivia smiles proudly to herself.
"Liv, that's ten thousand dollars. We don't even make that much in two months!"
"I know, but that's not what I am excited about."
"What?"
"His name."
Abby looks to Olivia with glee "you may be uncertain with what exactly he wants from you, but I can tell you. That the two of you are far from over."
"Yeah…I'm counting on that." Olivia answers.
In their respective cars. Olivia pulls out the check and smiles at the paper.
"It's nice to meet you, Fitzgerald Grant."
X
She stares at her wall for the tenth time today. There sit his rare pictures; scattered coordinates, mass weapons linked to him, everything and anyone affiliated with Fitz is on her board. He's been the object of her attention for so long that finally, she was close enough to him to observe him, to see what all the fuss is about. And she must confess, he is by far the most interesting person she has encountered, and she has met a few.
Back and forth, she walks across her living room, her eyes moving from the wall to her floor, perplexed by the whole ordeal. What is it about him that causes the masses to line up in pecking order? Throwing her sterling silver cross pendant in her mouth she stares at the wall. To her frustration she hasn't seen him since the night at the club, she has her guys surveillance him, but that's the thing about him. They can't seem to find him. Just when they get a hint of him, he disappears like mist in the night.
Grabbing his pictures from the wall, she examines him. The dark aviator glasses, his squared jawline, his thick wavy hair.
He's hot.
She can admit that. But someone like him, can't be contained, but his friend though. Pulling Jake's picture from the wall she looks at him. He's handsome, approachable, he can be the lead she needs to get closer to Fitz.
Being an FBI agent was not her first choice, her dream job was to be a dancer, she loved ballet, she had several scholarships lined up until she tore her ACL, and after that her promising future. Becoming an agent though was the second choice; she didn't want to be a doctor, lawyer, actor. She wanted to be in the action and be the hero that gets the bad guys.
And she's really good at capturing the bad guys. Too good actually. Her relationships always end with her breaking up with her boyfriend because they want more. At first, they understand that she's career-driven and in the beginning, they enjoy the space, the freedom that comes with a woman who's confident enough not to depend on them, but after a while, they become frustrated, annoyed that their relationship takes a back burner for her case of the month or week. When it comes to Olivia, she will always choose the case first, unlike her boyfriend the case manages to intrigue her, stimulate her, and of course when the time came where her case could not theoretically scratch her itch, she sought the comfort of a man and his appendage. Men are always shocked about Olivia's cavalier attitude towards relationships, somehow they assume that all women want the same thing the generalization and assumption aggravate Olivia. She can be like any man in fact she knows, she is worse than most men when it comes to commitment. This is why Olivia has taken a stand against relationships and commitment, the idea is overrated.
They always want more from Olivia than what she can and will give to them, so she leaves and never looks back.
Moving to Los Angeles felt godsent, she was promoted to captain and after her messy breakup with her last boyfriend senator Davis, she was ready to leave DC and start over. She's enjoyed the flamboyant parts of the city and disliked the pretentious parts of it.
But the good has outweighed the bad for Olivia, and as captain, she is able to take control and enforce her style and tactics, which have been successful up until this point.
Her arrest record phenomenal, the complaints on her unit minimal, the satisfactory scores stellar, and she has managed to close several high-profile cases without incident until this one.
Until him.
He was part of the Russian mafia, to her research he is the highest rank here in America. Typically the American mafia was the most prominent and notorious criminals however as the political climate in America changed, so did the target. The Russian mafia has been a problem for the past ten years but every year their schemes get bigger and their bravado gets larger.
Last year they interfered with America's election. There is no telling what they have planned for the next election and which politicians they will have in their political arsenal.
Whatever is their plan, America will be ready and Olivia will ensure their readiness by following the man who rules two lands.
For months, Olivia has had her team investigating this case, going undercover, surveillance the area but every time they come up empty-handed, or the target site fell through. It took Huck months to track Fitz's location, and with the manor being his most frequent spot Olivia knew the time came for her to step in and get her hands and body dirty.
She eyes herself in the mirror. Fitz has forbidden her from dancing for anyone even without him there, but she knows he's watching her. Every time she walks into the club she can feel the cameras following her, recording her for him. Her trained eye can spot a camera a mile away, how the lens appears large as it zooms in on her. Fitz might appear
aloof but he is certainly interested in her.
Perhaps as interested in her as she is with him.
Olivia's behaved. Opting not to push her luck with the manager who goes by the name Cyrus, but it's been a couple of weeks and she's grown restless, bored by the lack of stimulation and action.
Huck has been trying to retrieve Fitz's personal accounts from the check he gave Olivia, but he's been coming up short. The thousands of firewalls, security programs, and hackers under his payroll have left Huck scrambling.
He's that good, and to be honest Olivia wouldn't respect him as much if he wasn't. To be the best, is not easy or simple.
Fitz is a criminal, it's not shocking but a fact. He has multiple ties to timeless art pieces, assembly, and distributing of mass weapons, not to mention his link to several high-profile drug dealers. But every time they try and arrest him, his arsenal of lawyers manages to set him free. Never anything substantial enough to place him at fault or guilty. Accumulating enough evidence to put Fitz away and his mob of crooks won't be easy, or pretty. But Fitz is a challenge that Olivia is willing to take, even if she gets burned in the end.
Olivia steps out of the shower, feeling relaxed after the hot water pounded against her flesh. She rolls her eyes in annoyance at the thought of having to get dirty and having horny sweaty men with cigarette breath try and flirt with her. Actually, she takes that back. No one has actually tried flirting with her, besides Jake but that was before Fitz claimed her.
There are on her bed sits two outfits, two provocative outfits that will cause any guy or girl to bend to her will. If he won't come to her, she's just going to have to make him.
"Abby." Olivia smiles as she opens the door for her partner to come in.
"Liv."
"You got your outfit."
"Yup." She smiles "I even got my wax today too."
"Oh is this for your boyfriend?"
"No, but his friend." Olivia walks away to her room.
"Liv…"
"Abby, Fitz hasn't come around. He doesn't talk, he doesn't do anything but stare at me with his small eyes, but his friend…Jake….he's easy."
"Don't play with both men Liv, you don't know what you are asking for," Abby warns
"Abby, we are losing our lead, Harrison and Stephen are trying to surveillance this man but we can't even pinpoint him. Jake, is his friend and accomplice, he will talk to me."
"And what does he get out of it? Liv, we are on our own, there's no team behind these walls it's just you and me. So we need to play it safe."
"I'm losing options."
"We are going back to work right? Let's just do what we normally do. Survey the area, do background checks on the regulars and see if there's any connection."
"You do that." Olivia answers grabbing her bag "I'm the captain. I'm going for the captain. I'm getting Fitz. he's mine and his friend will be too if he doesn't show up."
"Are you ready to get in bed with the devil?"
Olivia turns to look at Abby but doesn't comment.
It's frightening, and she's concerned. Fitz, showing up at the club last time was not planned, her dancing for him was also not part of the plan either. What happens next time when he demands unwanted sexual contact, or that she remove all of her clothes? Then what? The case is no different from the ones of the past, however, the challenge comes with the method of action.
This time, she's the one undercover, no backup, no team behind the thin made-up wall. The policies and procedures that were put in place for no private interactions and touching of the suspects, gone.
To catch a predator she has to become prey. The thought of being alone with him for extended periods of time weighs heavily on her heart, the fear of him figuring her out and killing her is unnerving, but Olivia is ready for the challenge and she knows he's an opponent worthy of the chance.
Russia is planning something, and she knows Fitz is a part of it.
Looking at her wall, she removes her wall of information, hiding the pictures and landmarks under the mattress in her bed.
/
She and Abby walk through the haze of smoke as they enter 'The Manor'. There's an elegance to the club, not just any man with a potbelly can come through, this club is the definition of decadent. The sensual lights flash across the women. If Olivia were to ever be a stripper this would be the place.
There are whispers in the back of the club as the girls get dressed.
"He's here." One of the girls whisper with excitement
"Who's here?" Olivia asked, curious about Fitz's return.
"A few professional basketball players, they are celebrating making playoffs! Which means it's a good day!" The girls giggle with excitement at the prospect of the all money that will be made.
"Oh." Olivia turns away disappointed, she was hoping for Fitz to be in town but according to Harrison, they lost track of him a week ago when he left the state.
"What do you guys know about the owner? Fitz." Olivia asked turning around to engage in a conversation with the girls.
"We don't know anything about him, but apparently you do." One young girl quips as she looks Olivia up and down trying to figure out how a newbie amassed a reputation already that has put their senior dancer on the back burner.
Abby, dressed in a dark blue two-piece set hands Olivia her shot glass as they take their much-needed drink for courage and strength. They were alone once again.
"You think he'll be here?" Abby asked
"If he's not; I'm going to make him wish he was," Olivia answered with confidence as she eyes herself in the mirror. Her sparkling champagne two-piece set is beautiful against her cooper skin, the sparkling champagne top and matching wrap that hides her thong, her hair is half up and down, with her natural curls straighten for the escapades tonight. She loves the outfit, it's reserved enough to safeguard her from impudent looks but sensual enough to give them something.
There's something about tonight that feels stimulating, electric.
She glides her hands through the elongating drapes, as she finds her way through the darkroom with streaming blue and purple lights. The dark atmosphere, the hypnotizing music, the abundance of liquor. She can feel her heart humming in sync with the music.
She smiles at the group of basketball players who call for her from across the room, the young girls in the dressing room throw daggers at her for interrupting them. With a wave, Olivia turns away from the men and eyes the empty pole.
If Fitz doesn't come on his own accord, she'll make him.
Strutting on the stage, she begins walking around the pole enticing the men to her stage. She stares at Cyrus daringly as he begins to walk over to her, but he can't get close enough to the stage. The basketball players block the stage, refusing anyone to block their view of her.
The devil's playground.
That's what they call it. And Olivia can see why.
To be the object of all of these men's attention is flattering and certainly, a boost of confidence to Olivia's already high self-esteem, but with attention comes trouble.
With the blue lights on her, and the tempo of the music slowing down, Olivia gives the crowd of men a show. Lifting her hips back and forth she grinds on the pole before climbing up and spinning, the money showers her as she dances for them.
She thinks to herself, that she should have done this long ago, there's great money and less stress with this job but she knows she could never do this in her real life. But it is nice to pretend.
The group of basketball players surround her stage and smile at her hungrily, pleased with her show. With hooded eyes, Olivia looks for Cyrus who she finds on the phone, and based on his serious expression she knows it's Fitz on the other end. She smiles to herself proudly as she begins spinning once again and twirling on the pole.
Checkmate. She thinks to herself.
As her song comes to an end, she walks down the stage to one of the NBA's all-star point guard's arms.
"I loved watching you."
"Thank you." Olivia smiles kindly as she begins walking
"Do you like watching me?" He asked already fishing for compliments.
"I don't know who you are."
He laughs all too loudly at her answer "you not serious."
"I am," Olivia answers honestly as she moves away from him and towards the bar.
"Then perhaps I should introduce myself to you." His caramel skin shines under the yellow lights, he's certainly handsome and tall but it's what beneath the eyes that's lacking.
"Perhaps another time." Olivia walks away rubbing his chest as she moves to the bar for a drink. Fortunately for Olivia, one of the young girls swoops in after she rejected him, giving her the moment to escape.
"What was that!" Cyrus hisses.
"What?" Olivia plays innocent as she nurses her scotch.
"You are not supposed to be dancing. You could get me killed for that stunt."
"Well, he's not here so I don't understand why you are upset."
"He's always here! He's the bogeyman, the thing that goes bump in the night. You are asking for trouble." he warns
"Cyrus." Olivia huffs in annoyance "Fitz, isn't here so how does he know."
"You don't see the cameras!" he practically screams "when he comes, it's on you."
"Good. I'm waiting for him."
"I hope you've been waiting for me."
She turns around at the voice and smiles at him "of course, stranger."
"Jake." He answers shaking Olivia's hand.
"Hi, Jake." Olivia smiles
"What's your name?" he asks with his lips so close to her ear she can smell the beer on his breath.
"My secret," She says with a smile " I won't tell."
"Why not?" he asked clearly disappointed
"Your boss doesn't want me talking to anyone."
"I don't have a boss."
"Fitz…" Olivia turns away from him, sitting on the stool, she looks at the crowd as she waits for him to come through the door "he's everyone's boss, including yours." Fitz is here. She can tell. The guards are doing their job, the club is in pristine conditions, and Cyrus was nearly dying of a heart attack.
He's here.
It's not a matter of if he comes but when.
"Well, the boss isn't here right now." Jake answers after a moment or two.
"Are you sure?"
"Sure about what?"
"Are you sure it's wise to be near me? I don't want you getting hurt or anything."
"Fitz, won't hurt me, we are best friends."
Olivia smiles at him. "Fitz, wouldn't approve of this."
He licks his lips at Olivia's answer "and what is this?"
"You tell me? Are you trying to get to know me?"
"I'm trying, but I just have to know if you want me to get to know you."
In the corner, she sees an object move closer to view. Her eyes widening at the sight of Fitz staring at her, his disdain evident as Cyrus walks closely behind him most likely making his plea for mercy and throwing Olivia under the bus.
"Fitz..." jake offers already knowing his friend is non too please with Olivia.
"I thought I told you to leave her alone," Fitz growls cutting Jake off before he can offer an excuse.
"Yes sir." Jake obeys refusing to look at Olivia.
"I was talking to him. You know someone who actually likes to talk and have a conversation." Olivia answers, choosing to defend Jake and purposely piss Fitz off.
"Your job is to shut up and dance." He snarls in Olivia's face.
She's stunned. Shocked that he actually hurt her feelings but she doesn't show it. "Then why don't you let me do it" Olivia answers back "I'm not yours. I will never be yours." Olivia promises
"You want to dance so bad then go in that room and dance." he points to the room where she danced for him last time.
"No."
He bites his lip, his anger boiling over "I'm not playing with you, Olivia. Go in that room and dance."
She stares at him for a second before walking to the private room.
/
"Who's in the room, Fitz?" Jake asked
Fitz watches Olivia storm off into the room.
"Who's in the room?" Jake asked again, concerned for Olivia's safety.
"Don't worry about it." Fitz turns to Jake "She's not your concern."
"Fitz…"
"I told you to leave her alone." He warns
"I like her too."
"Dislike her." Fitz answers simply " don't come near her again." Fitz threatens Jake, his eyes are menacing.
"You always get to have what I want first. " Jake answers loud enough for Fitz to hear as he walks into the same room as Olivia.
/
"You can do this," Olivia says to herself, recovering her composure. His presence unnerved her. She wanted him back, but she did not expect it to turn in the manner that it did. Olivia hasn't been yelled at since she was a cadet in the academy, but the way he did it.
Her head shakes with disdain, she won't let him get away with it.
Perhaps Cyrus was right about Fitz, she got the boogeyman, and now she was wondering if she made the right decision.
The door opens and Olivia refuses to look back at him but their eyes connect through the mirror wall.
"I thought you wanted to dance." Fitz walks behind Olivia who has yet to move since he walked inside the room.
The music alternates to something darker, slower. The lights dim to a deep crimson red, he marvels at the color matching his mood.
Anger.
Frustration.
Desire.
Lust.
He presses his body next to hers desperate for the connection he's been trying to ignore. He looks down at her body, admiring the sparkling set sticking to her skin, how despite being in a strip club she manages to present herself with an elegance and grace that requires him to respect her.
The sweet smell of her perfume excites him, her hair lying down her back, the curvature of her body. The shine on her skin glistening under the strobe beam lights.
Without so much as a word, Olivia walks away from him and begins strutting up the steps before finding her pole.
He's appreciative of the space between them. Mesmerized already, he finds his seat and watches his vixen.
Olivia faces him, glaring at him with venom. Fitz seems to have collected himself enough however his eyes burn with such intensity that Olivia is indomitable by the stare, he is not the only person who can shoot fire with his eyes.
"Begin." He orders lighting his match and letting out a languid puff of smoke from his Cuban cigar.
"No."
His brow raises at the refusal but he doesn't speak.
"You do not talk to me like that. I am not your property. I am not one of your lackeys. I demand respect. Is that understood?" Olivia stares at him daring him to challenge her.
He eyes her on the stage, he's both amused and aroused. "Very well." Fitz agrees.
With the terms of their entanglement somewhat outlined, Olivia begins to dance as requested.
He's positively hypnotized. It's as though she becomes one with the music. The music transcends her into another dominion and all he can do is watch and observe her. How she licks her lips, as she glides around the pole. How her body contorts and twists against and with the pole. He may own The Manor, but this was certainly her kingdom.
Olivia ignores him, trying not to be deterred by his stare. This is just a job, a job Olivia knows she can finish. Deciding to play the part, she turns to face Fitz.
She's not intimidated by his stare, despite his eyes burning into hers. Daring and threatening her to cross a line. With her eyes glued to his, she slides down the pole before opening her legs wide in front of him, giving him a small peak into her private world.
His brow raises at the gesture, wondering if she's giving him an invitation or just a peak.
Olivia can feel her face heat up at his celestial stare, studying her; Examining her closely, like how her muscles contract and tighten as she pulls herself up on the pole, how her lips make the perfect combination between a smile and smirk. The beauty mark on her right shoulder, the indentation of her abs as she bends and twists. The extension of her neck when she arches her head back as her fingers glide along her collarbone and neck.
She is perfection.
The right combination of desire, coyness, and mystery, all blended perfectly to set him on fire, and he burns.
His blood is heated enough that he removes his jacket, and folds the arms of his white button-up shirt. She wanted his attention, and now she has it.
His complete and undivided attention, very few can keep and maintain Fitz's attention for long but Olivia has. He is more enthralled with watching and being around her than actually working.
Her eyes glare at Fitz angrily, as though she can read his mind. He chuckles at her stubbornness, she struts away from his view towards the pole on the far end. If he wanted her, he was going to have to go to her.
With ease he stands up from his chair, finishing the rest of his scotch before placing his cigar down. He walks to her, watching her as she dances on the floor her hips whirling in slow motion.
She tracks him as he makes the short walk to her, to her surprise he removed his jacket before the journey, perhaps she has stimulated him enough. Inspecting him up and down, she takes note of his clothes, his signature suit without a tie, she's not a fan of suspenders but on him, against his firm chest…he has something she could work with.
A small smile creeps on across his lips and her heart manages to flutter at the affection. he was standing erect and watching her keenly as she moves and glides around the stage.
Turning her back to him she bends her ass in front of him, teasing him as well as gifting him for making the right choice to come to her. He licks his lips at the act, his eyes deceive him for a second as they fall to her round ass. the temptation, intoxicating.
"Do you want me, Fitz?" she asked with her back turned "Is that why I can't dance for anyone but you?"
Turning her head to gauge his reaction, their eye connects, Fitz gives nothing remaining stoic as always but his eyes, they blaze with a foreignness that causes Olivia to look away and resume her show.
Sitting on the chair, he waits for Olivia to end her dance with her in his lap. He sits patiently, idly waiting for her to get close to him. He cocks his head to the side as she makes her way in front of him.
The small room is filled with such torrid tension that she finds it hard to breathe. Olivia takes a few shallow breaths as she finds herself standing in front of the man she's been thinking about for so long.
She reminds herself to breathe, but she finds herself stunned both by his presence and his beauty. He remains perfectly still, even though Olivia can see his already engorged member threatening to burst through his pants. Her eyes flicker to his in shock, but all he does is smolder at her daringly, haughtily.
"You are already this hard, and I haven't even touched you." She answers stronger than she feels.
He chuckles richly at the comment "You'll be satisfied." he promises
"I don't think so." Olivia quips playing cheeky with Fitz.
"Do you want to find out?" he offers
"Do you wish to show me?" her eyes raise at the proposition.
If looks could kill, Olivia would be dead but the look is not that of anger but hunger.
"You can't speak?" Olivia asked feeling bold once again "you were quite chatty earlier with your demands... Cat got your tongue?"
"Soon." He promises.
Olivia's brow raises in confusion at the answer but she decides not to push her luck.
Olivia smiles at Fitz blushing slightly at the comment before turning around and bending down, giving him a view of her that no one else here has seen. She caught him gripping the empty glass in his hand, stopping himself from touching her.
"Horny?"
"Very much so." He offers
"I'm sure you have girls lined up..."
"I do." Fitz agrees.
"What do you do for a living, Fitz?"
"Housewife," he answers seriously.
Olivia laughs at the answer. No longer able to hide her pretense. "Oh really?"
"What do you do, Olivia?" there's something with the way he says her name that leaves Olivia slightly inebriated. Who knew saying someone's name could sound so sensual, sexy.
"I'm a dancer."
Crawling in front of him, she teases and dances for him as she touches his firm thighs that he opens for her willingly.
"You are dancing." he corrects her.
"Same thing." throwing her leg on his shoulder, Olivia watches him break eye contact to look at her lone leg on his neck.
Fitz is a generous boss, he is willing to share and is gracious to those who work for him, but when it comes to Olivia…there is something about her that spikes his curiosity and animalistic nature.
"Where were you?"
His eyes flicker with hinted curiosity. "Did you miss me?"
"I missed your money."
He laughs at the answer, a deep chuckle before licking his lips "very well."
Standing in front of him, she unhooks the shimmer set that was hiding her bra and thong. Shyly she looks up at Fitz who says and does nothing but his eyes flame with desire. The electricity between them tangible as Olivia and Fitz continue their game of cat and mouse.
Only problem, Olivia can't figure out who's the predator and who's prey.
His eyes dilate at the sweet unwrapping of his gift. This woman standing in front of him is special. The other girls, all have a generic smile but this one is different, unique. Her acting is perfection, the perfect balance of sugar and spice, control and impatience, fearful and fearless. She's content continuing her routine and savoring his eyes on her body.
With each graceful movement, she grew nearer to him, until she was on his lap again. This time, she doesn't look away from him. Up close she can view the small wrinkles under his eyes, a healing bruise on his face. And she wonders for a second who could touch him? Nevertheless, None of those imperfections diminished how resplendent he looks underneath her right now. His intense blue eyes spellbinding her, irretrievably drawing her progressively towards him as two magnets destined to adhere.
Sitting precisely on his bulging cock, Olivia's eyes flicker with conjecture, the burn practically engulfing her.
Sensing and following her eyes flicker with confusion, his hands move to Olivia's hips pressing her into him that she whimpers at the contact.
"Tell me, Olivia, what interest do you have in Jake?"
Her eyes flicker with uncertainty at the question "Jake?" She forgot all about Jake and who he was.
"My friend who you were flirting with. What interest do you have in him?"
"It depends on what interest you have in me." Olivia answers honestly
He squeezes her hips tightly pleased with her reaction "I am interested in you."
"Then I have no interest in him."
"Good." He's pleased with her answer, the last thing he needs is Jake whining and trying to take what is his. Friend or no friend this is a dog's world and only the strong survive.
"Do you want me, Fitz?"
"Yes."
Slowly she begins gyrating her hips with their clothes being their only form of protection. Her eyes turn to the side breaking eye contact for a moment to breathe
"Look at me." He commands, his voice sounding deeper than usual.
He doesn't remove his hands from Olivia's body, but Olivia is all too aware of them on her. How his cool hands seem to settle her burning flesh. At his command, Olivia rolls her hips again along his shaft, finding the perfect amount of friction.
"Does it feel good, Olivia?" his voice deeper than normal. he's feeling it too.
"No." she lies
It feels too good.
His eyes throb with an intensity that leaves Olivia lightheaded, breathless. She attempts to turn around, anything to not face him but he holds her still, she feels possessed, branded by him.
"Liar. " he smiles softly
She throws her hands on his shoulders, a stable anchor as they embark on something new and exciting.
"You're staining my pants." He quips feeling hot moisture on the top of his groin.
"That's you."
He presses Olivia down on him, feeling her hot liquid warm his cock.
It feels too good. She feels too good.
She can feel the bubbles of an impending orgasm. How is it possible that he's bringing her to climax without sex?
"You want to cum don't you?" He whispers in Olivia's ear "would you like me to fuck you, Olivia?"
Her eyes flicker at the friction, his sensual voice whispering in her ear, her clit pulsating in rhythm with his hand ghosting around her crotch.
"Fitz.." she whispers as her eyes become hooded with desire.
"Olivia." His hands sit on her ass, trying with as much restraint as possible to not touch her.
Like a cold shower, she remembers the mission " I have to go." She says running out of the room before he could stop her.
Alone in the bathroom, Olivia smiles to herself pleased with her acting. She managed to escape his grasp and leave him wanting more. She's playing a thin game of cat and mouse and using the art of seduction to get what she wants.
The door opens and locks with a click.
A cool chill creeps down her spine as their eyes lock on one another in the mirror.
"This is the lady's bathroom."
He walks behind Olivia, inhaling her sweet fragrance "I have a proposition."
Intrigued, Olivia looks at Fitz, curious about this proposition. "what?"
"You. For one night."
"I don't do that." Olivia refuses
"I wouldn't pay." looking at Olivia through the mirror "this is free, Olivia."
"I don't sleep with strange men."
"You wouldn't be sleeping." Fitz promises
"And what if I don't want to have sex with you?"
"Then you don't, but you want it. I know you do." He views her up and down watching as she battles whatever demons she's trying to wrestle. It takes every bit of self-control to not pull her thong to the side and feel for himself how wet she is.
"Olivia..."
"one condition."
"What?"
"I want more than one night, but days…until I'm satisfied."
"What makes you think, I'll still be interested?"
"Because if you aren't someone else is."
His eyes menace at the someone she's referring to.
"Done." He agrees walking out of the bathroom.
"Olivia"
"What?"
"I'm looking forward to seeing more of you." He takes one final look at Olivia before closing the door.
"Oh, the pleasure will be all mine," Olivia whispers to herself with a coy smile she can't contain.
Checkmate.