Later that day, Olivia and the crew began work. Olivia stood at the head of the table where she had given Steven the best head he had ever felt.
She pointed out witnesses one by one, until she turned around, and began giving orders.
"Steven, Steven" he didn't realize that she had already spoken to him.
"Yeah?"
"What's wrong with you?" Abby asked
"Oh nothing, "
Abby looked him up and down something was wrong, she could tell, it was more than obvious she had a thing for him.
"Olivia" Steven approached.
"What?" she said professionally.
"I want to take you on a date." He said before the office.
"That's my que" Harrison left along with Huck, Abby stayed to listen, but Quinn sort off got stuck in the middle afraid to ask Abby to step over so she could get out.
"No." Olivia concluded
"You are a queen… and you need to be treated as such." Steven professed.
"I don't need your sympathy, thank you"
"You're right, not sympathy, respect and admiration… that's what you deserve. You want what we all want, a family, a house a car, it all starts with a date… You were the one who told me to try it." Said Steven "I want to try it with you Liv"
Olivia stared at him, no words really coming to mind.
"Seven O'Clock, wear a dress," and with that Steven exited the room.
7:00 pm
Olivia had been dressed for an hour, had tried on ten different dresses, and had a glass of red wine, talked herself out going, brushed her teeth three times, played with different hair styles, her nerves on the high end of themselves. She's been on dates before, but they were back in high school and college, she was broke, they all were. This was the first time as a woman she was going to be taken out.
Ding dong.
Olivia moved to the door, there at the door was Steven. He was dressed very nicely, his hand stretched out with a long tasteful white flower.
She accepted it hardly able to control her smile.
He lead her out of the hallway, down the stairs, to a car he rented to take her out in.
He opened the door for her, and drove her to a restaurant.
Shadow De'Voir, one of the most expensive restaurants in the country. She's been there before, several times in fact. But it was always for business, or to eat a lone. Watching as happy couples converse. Classy people of same stature head in with their wives, and girlfriends attached to their arm.
Steven opened her door to the car, and held a hand to her. She took it, emerging from the car. Though Steven wasn't the man she loved, this was better than any of the private meetings with the one she did love.
Steven lead her into the restaurant where they sat down together in a booth. He moved in close to her, an arm around her.
The waiter came.
"Would you like a glass of De'Voir, the company's signature Moscoto."
Steven looked back to Olivia, who nodded. "Yes, we'll take a bottle"
She leaned over her lips grazing Steven's ear. He turned, giving her a kiss. Soft and appropriate for the public. She wanted to take him down right there. What he was doing for her meant more to her than anything.
Olivia watched him, very impressed, as he ordered for her. She fed him, something he loved. They both were so wrapped in each other that they didn't notice the entire crew (Harrison, Huck, Abby, and Quinn) outside watching.
From then on, Olivia and Steven continued seeing each other, Abby becoming more and more bitter to the both of them.
About six months later, Olivia got an invitation from the white house, asking her to come to the formal dinner. Steven told her that she didn't have to go if she didn't want to, but she was more than happy to go. Her stomach now larger than normal, she was pregnant, a ring of engagement on her finger.
"I want to go if you want to go" she asked sweetly.
Steven smiled "I want to go."