Chapter 3

It was disgraceful, in her point of view. Completely despicable. That someone would dare, dare to murder one her staff and on the very grounds of the facility too. That was brazen of them. Olivier Mira Armstrong, was not a happy woman. The lawyers around her, were driving her mad with their arguing. As she watched the cops and medics working, she noticed one of the men in suits looking at her, almost staring. That just annoyed her further. She hated to be stared at and in return, she frowned at the man. The tall blond, with a cigarette dangling from his lips. That was another thing she hated, smokers. They left their disgusting cigarette butts everywhere. Olivier hated mess. She was neat and clean cut personally, and she liked her surroundings to be the same way. This event, this murder, ruined that organised feel she had here. She was a person, of no nonsense and she lived her life by that simple principle as well. No fuss, no mess, no screw ups.

No excuses.

"...I'm telling you it has to have been done by the H gang!" One lawyer said insistently "Who else could possibly want to ruin things here or get their hands on our research!"

"Oh shut up you old coot! Why would someone who is only interested in money want our research!" Another shot back, glaring and pointing a finger.

"That's just it! He could sell our secrets for a fortune on the black market!" A third added, lifting a hand into the air, as he got a bit animated with his gesturing.

"I still say it could be Lady Armstrong's enemy, General Raven. " The second lawyer persisted "He has been trying to buy her out on this for years!"

"No, that old fart doesn't have the testicular nerve to pull something like this off." The third replied, the first lawyer nodding in agreement.

Their bickering continued, until Olivier chose to shut them up.

"Shut up you bunch of old hens!" she barked, then turned to glare at them all "I don't want to hear another word from any of you! Am I clear on that!"

"Y-yes lady Olivier!" The first said in a scared voice, retreating back a little from the scary woman with the sword.

"Of c-course ma'am. Our apologies." The second man said, shrinking away like a violet in the hot summer sun.

"We are truly sorry my lady.." the third lawyer added, trying not to look into that ice cold stare of hers, failing as a shiver ran up his spine.

Lawyers they may have been, but cowards they all were. That was her opinion anyway.

"Oh dear, stand at the ready fellows..." The second Lawyer said suddenly, then tipped his head in the direction of Jean and Vato heading their way "...cops on the way."

"Don't worry lady Olivier, we won't allow them to badger you." The third said, then cowered a bit more, as that icy glare intensified "F-f-forgive my impertinence."

"I don't need snivelling little men like you, to protect me." Olivier said sharply "I can take care of myself perfectly well."

Olivier watched, as the two men drew closer and seemed unphased by her icy glare. Alright, so they were unaffected, from their current distance. That would soon change, Olivier thought, when they got closer. Jean and Vato made their way over to the group. They exchanged a glance that told of how they felt this was going to go down. Not very well, apparently. Once they came to a stop in front of the blonde and her gaggle of wimps in suits, they surveyed them and then took to asking questions. The lawyers were quick to answer many of them, trying their best to not allow Olivier to answer a thing. That is until she banished them all back inside. Their clucking had become tiresome and she was done with them all. She would handle this herself, as she always did when something arose that needed taken care of.

"Do you have any intention of allowing my staff back to work, within this decade, detectives?" She asked coldly, standing stock still like nothing could shake her.

"Well that will take some time, ma'am, as the ME has only just removed the body and we can't release the scene till the CSI's have completed documenting everything." Vato replied, matter of factly, like he always did.

"I see..." Olivier narrowed her eyes at the man "...and just how long will that take then? I have a business to run here and you are preventing that." She bit out harshly.

"Ma'am, I assure you, our teams are working as fast as humanly possible, but they have to do their jobs and do them right to make sure we can catch whomever committed this crime." Jean replied, all cocky like and trying to impress her.

"Is that meant to make me think more of you? That you can spout that jargon at me and think I will just wilt at the sound of your voice?" Olivier fixed him with that icy stare and made damn sure her tone was oozing with how disgruntled she was.

This was her space and they were an invading force she had to dispose of, quickly. Nothing but flies buzzing around her, like she was the prize mare standing in a hot pasture. Jean was taken aback, he had never had a woman react quite like that before, to his charms. They usually fawned all over him or started gushing at him by the time he got done with his little speech. But oh no, not this lady. She was different and held an air of danger about her. Jean was intrigued, he was aroused and more importantly, he wanted her. Damn but he wanted her. Seems that the one thing Jean had failed to find in all his years of romancing men and women alike, was someone with the strong personality to control him and not the other way around. Jean wanted to loose control at least once and this icy eyed, radiant woman, with the hard stare, seemed like the one to do it. Olivier sensed he was attracted to her, hell who wouldn't be? But he was not her type at all. She didn't go for the pretty boys or the players, she wanted a man with the smarts to know what he wanted and the testicular fortitude to go after it. That was her type, didn't matter if they were muscle men or slender, long as they had the balls to match their sheer nerve, then that was all she asked for.

"I..uh..well.." Jean was left speechless now, as he hadn't expected her to see right through him like he was pure glass, now he had no clue what to say "I uh, suppose not. Still it will take time."

"Yes ma'am, at least a couple of days, to be sure the scene if fully processed and all the evidence is collected." Vato intervened, trying to save Jean's ass in this situation "We do apologise for any inconvenience ma'am, but we have to do our jobs."

"Tch! Doing your jobs? If you had been doing your jobs in the first place, this whole situation would never have happened!" Olivier sneered "I have been on at the mayor for some time now, about the issues with my rivals pulling stunts to steal my research. But what have you and your buddies been doing? Absolutely nothing! That's what! Doing your jobs...what a joke!" She looked pissed beyond compare.

"Now ma'am, we were unaware of any such issues...had we been we would have invest-" Vato started to say, but was cut off by Olivier.

"Save it! Your frankly ridiculous spiel about 'Doing your jobs' and 'Not being aware of the troubles' is not an excuse!" She then glared directly at Vato and made the poor man gulp hard "Get out of my sight, get this mess cleaned up and let my staff get back to work! Am I clear!"

"Y-yes m-ma'am b-but y-you s-see..." Poor Vato was now stuttering and falling all over his own words, clearly he didn't handle strong women too well, but Jean was still not phased by her.

"We'll do our very best ma'am, to get things cleaned up and let you all get back to work. But I can't say how long it will take." Jean said, giving her his best 'Hey I'm hot, so are you, and we both know it' look, though it seemed to sail right over her head.

"Whatever! Just get to it!" Olivier barked, then turned and stalked back into the building, her kimono floating behind her as the slightly warm breeze whipped her hair this way and that.

"Damn she was scary." Vato commented as he watched her vanish, before turning to go back to his job.

"Scary? Heh, more like perfect." Jean replied, gaining a shake of the head from his friend, as they moved back to the scene itself.

000

Striding passed her staff and the group of mother hen lawyers, Olivier made straight for her office, that was on the top floor of the tall building. After riding the elevator to the top, the doors opened directly onto her office and she walked in. As she rounded her desk, she unhooked her sword and set it to rest against the big piece of marble furniture. The whole thing was made of dark grey marble, from the ornate Dragon carved legs, to the smoothly polished surface that reflected her own image back at her. The walls were adorned with dark red paint, black detailing around the edges of the doors and windows, with oriental style paintings hung in particular spaces along the walls. There were large black leather chairs and one that was oversized, just for good measure. That was her seat. While conducting important meetings in here. In certain corners of the room and flanking the main window behind her desk, were potted Bamboo plants, with their green leaves and camel colored stems. Sheer black blinds hung over both the side and main windows, to keep the worst of the suns glare out. The floor was mostly a gloss finish tile, with a couple oriental rugs throw down in places.

It looked very masculine and very clean too. But that was how she wanted it. Olivier drew strength from the way she had her office decorated. It was like all her will and passion for power, were embodied in this one room. Though to be fair her entire mansion looked this way, after she had stripped it out and had the whole place redecorated to suit her tastes more. Oriental was the theme, that she had chosen. Her own personal disciplines, drawn from the teachings of Japanese and Tibetan philosophy. She always aimed to keep her emotions under control, save for channelling her anger into a more productive use. Namely, yelling at her staff and her lawyers, along with anyone else who deemed it worth trying her patience. She rested back in her large brown leather chair and thought for a moment. She had an inkling of whom might have wanted to get to her top researcher and murder him. But she needed proof. That would not be easy to get. It was then she noticed a hand written invitation note on the top of her in-tray. Reaching over, Olivier glanced at it. The writing was ornately done, Calligraphy if she wasn't mistaken-and she never was-as she looked at it. Turning it over, her eyes widened at the surprise, of whom the invite was from and for what event.

There neatly written in perfectly feminine writing, were the words...

Master Greed

requests your presence

Olivier Mira Armstrong

at the

Devils Nest Night Club

For the annual Down and Dirty Party

He would be grateful of your attendance

Promptly at 8 O'clock Pm

Friday evening

The 17th of July

She knew that this would be the perfect opportunity, to get close to the one she needed information from. Olivier could turn on the charm when needed, if it was necessary. She hated to pander to the whims of men, with feminine whiles, but sometimes it was the only way she got anything. No matter, she would get what she desired, one way or another. She noted the date on her desk top calender. This evening was the night the event was being held. So, she would find out sooner rather than later, it seemed. Though it did puzzle her as to why, he had chosen to invite her at all. They weren't exactly on the best of terms. In fact, they pretty much hated each other. So it did strike her as peculiar, that she had gotten this invite at all. Tossing the piece of elegantly emblazoned card onto the desk, Olivier pondered a moment on how to gain the desired information. She needed to get it quickly and without too much effort. So how? It occurred to her then, as a devious smile crept across her lips, just how she was going to get it. Greed was a man well know for his womanising ways and that would be something she could use to her advantage.

Standing from her chair, Olivier walked to one of the side rooms off her main office. It was not unheard of that she would work through the night here, and as such she had converted two of the smaller office rooms into a luxurious self enclosed living space. It was moderate by her standards, but adequate for her needs. There was a small living room area, with a long cushy couch in front of a wood burning style stove, that had two rings on it for cooking. There was a breakfast bar built into the wall, with a pair of sturdy stools under it. There was a bed in the opposite corner of the room, by a window and a small closet that held mere essentials in it. Going to it, Olivier opened the doors and glanced inside to see what she had that might work for this evening. Not a lot, she discovered to her dismay. All the clothes in here, were meant for meetings and other such formal occasions. Olivier frowned, for a moment unsure as to how to solve this issue. Of course her intelligent mind, quickly solved it, before it bothered her too much. She headed back to her desk and picked up the phone, dialling up the number for the annex to her mansion, where the rest of her family lived. It rang for a few moments till a sweet toned girl picked up.

"Hello?" She said, sounding shy and uncertain of herself, the sounds of old style marching music in the background and some energetic conversation going on, between two men.

"Catherine. This is Olivier. I need you assistance." Olivier replied, in a matter of fact tone, as she lifted the main body of the phone and walked to the window, to glare down at the mess the cops were making below.

"Oh? What it is sister? You need a party invite?" Catherine asked sweetly, thinking her older sister wanted to go out for the night or something.

"No. I have one already." Olivier sneered at the busying people below "I have nothing to wear and that is what I need your assistance with." she finished.

"Oh! Well that's no problem sister, I can certainly help with that." The young girl sounded more chipper now than before "What sort of event is it? That way I know what to get you."

"I need something to impress a womaniser and help me gain his trust, so that I might gleam some information from him. Can you work with that?" Olivier told her, not mincing words in the least, that wasn't her way after all.

"Hehehehe." Catherine giggled softly over the line "Oh sister dear, you really don't hold anything back do you? Yes I can work with that, you'll be stunning and irresistible haha, just trust me. Do you need me to fetch it to you, or will you be coming home?" she asked finally.

"I will need it here, there is still all this mess with the cops and I won't be able to make it home in time to change there and then head out." Olivier now moved back to settle in her chair, leaning back a little bit as she held the receiver in her left hand.

"Alrighty, leave it with me. I'll get you the best looking outfit and bring it right over to you sister." Young Catherine told her, then asked in a more serious tone "There are police there? What happened? Your not hurt are you?" she asked, voice laced with concern.

"No, I'm not hurt. One of my best researches was killed in the parking lot. I have an idea who did it, but I need to be sure before I act on it." Olivier replied, then glanced at her sword "When I find out who did this, I will cut them down myself."

"Oh your always so scary sister dear. Honestly is it any wonder you don't have a beau in your life? If you go around acting all macho like that, hehehe." Catherine giggled, like this teasing was completely common place to her.

"Well now, if I didn't have the balls to deal with things myself, no one else would." Olivier bit back, with a snort of indignation.

"Brother could you know." Was the response Catherine gave her older sister and now matriarch of the Armstrong family.

"BAH! That weakling couldn't handle what I do! His constitution is far too soft!" She retorted with disgust, like the mere thought of her younger brother trying to run this business and be head of the family was preposterous.

"Alex isn't that weak sister and he has what it takes I think. But then I suppose you know what is best don't you? Oh well, never mind that now, I have some shopping to do for you." She cheerily giggled "I shall see you very soon sister, with your clothing and shoes. You will certainly turn some heads hehehe."

"Spare me, I know how you idolise him. And yes I do know what it is best and you should never forget that Catherine." Olivier scoffed, then nodded and shut her eyes a moment "Very well, I trust your judgement on this. I will see you soon."

"Okay Olivier lets leave it there shall we, I don't want to fight about it okay, bye for now." Catherine replied and then hung up the phone, the line buzzing with deadness in Olivier's ear.

Setting the receiver down in it's cradle, Olivier rested a moment with her eyes closed, to think on what she would do about the cops outside. She had this inkling that, they would tail her this evening. No matter, she was good at getting out of most all situations. Even if they got wind of where she was going and whom she would be talking with, that mattered not to her. She would be investigating this on her own terms at any rate. She refused to leave it all to those bumbling law men. They were all hopeless in her view. Too soft, to really achieve anything. She stood once more and looked out the window again, at the people below. Many of the vehicles and onlookers had filtered away now, leaving only her staff whom were still being questioned, her clucking lawyers and the detectives in charge of the scene. The coroner's van slowly drove off, as the CSI's started the arduous task of collecting and logging all the evidence. She didn't pity them their job. She only wanted it done right. And in her view, that meant doing it herself, for the most part at least. It would be some hours yet, before they all left and her sister would arrive with her outfit, Olivier set about doing her usual work in order to pass the time.

000

With the time rolling by, till the clock struck six thirty, Olivier had been lost in her paperwork. That was until her younger sister, Catherine, arrived with her outfit for the nights event. It had stunned Olivier as to just how racy the outfit was, a Chinese style Keyhole dress, all in gold with the Phoenix design on it and a slit from the left ankle all the way up to the bottom of the left hip. But her sister assured her that would be the best way to get what she wanted. Olivier changed in the living quarters off to the side, then re-emerged to take a seat while Catherine worked on her hair and make-up for her. Just to add that last touch, to her ensemble. A light, warm shade of foundation was added to Olivier's skin, so skilfully with those triangular sponges. Next came the eye-liner, to make her icy blue eyes pop more, framing them like individual masterpieces of art. Mascara was then applied to lengthen her lashes and help to add to the already 'WOW!' factor Olivier had going on. Catherine then set about enhancing her sisters bone structure, by adding a touch of rouge blusher to her high cheek bones, just enough to accentuate them. Next the lips were painted with a shimmering gold lipstick, and lip liner pen, the glittery affect was dazzling. That coupled with the matching eye-shadow too, made Olivier look a million bucks.

Catherine then went to work on Olivier's hair. Pinning back most all of it, with a decorative red and gold clip at the back of her head. She left two chunky sections loose, getting her curling iron out and styling it with big loose curls, so that they fell to either side of her sisters face framing it. She added some more of those curls to the length of Olivier's long, usually straight, blonde locks giving her a softer look. Though her stare, was still anything but soft. However with her face done up to look stunning with her outfit and hair, there was no man alive who could possibly deny, their primal urges to have her. Once Catherine stepped back to admire he work and smiled satisfactorily, she let her sister go see for herself in the full length mirror in the other room. Olivier was stunned to see how she looked. She barely recognised herself, with all that Catherine had done. She slipped into the strappy gold stiletto's her sister had purchased to go with the outfit, and was just on her way back out the room, when her driver Miles was entering the office. He stopped dead in his tracks the second he saw her. Was that really his boss?

"Uh..." Miles was left speechless at the beauty before his eyes, he had never denied his attraction to Olivier, but he was not so stupid as to voice it "Lady Olivier? Is that really you ma'am?"

"Yes Miles it is me." She frowned, making her beautiful and dangerous all at once "Who did you think I was, some hooker?" she spat out.

"N-No ma'am! Not at all!" Miles tried to get her to stop looking at him that way, it was only making things worse for him in that moment "I was just stunned ma'am, I'm not accustomed to seeing you dressed like that."

"I see, well get used to it fast, this is what I am wearing this evening." She told him, matter of factly "Now, fetch the car around, I'll be needing you to drive me directly to the Devil's Nest Night Club."

"Wait, The Devil's Nest ma'am? Are you certain you want to go there?" Miles was worried now, though he hid the expression well enough, his voice betrayed him however "I mean, that is his place ma'am, is it really such a good idea to be walking right into his lair?"

"Do I tell you how to conduct your business Miles!" She snapped, glaring at him now and with how she was dressed to kill, he certainly thought she would this time "Do as I order, get the car and drive me there. Do NOT try to question my orders again, am I clear Miles!"

"Yes ma'am! Perfectly!" Miles bowed and left the room, to go and do her bidding, all the while he tried to calm his libido and straightened his suit a bit as he felt all of a sudden on fire within it.

"Oh sister dear..." Catherine giggled sweetly "Your so mean to him, and yet he loves you so dearly. Didn't I say you would be a knock out in that outfit?"

"Yes you did, thank you for all the work you put in." Olivier replied walking to her desk and opening a drawer, slipping her hand in to retrieve a small ornate dagger in a sheath, slipping it into the garter belt around her right thigh "And just what are you talking about? Miles is a member of my trusted staff, he harbours no romantic feelings towards me at all."

"Your welcome sister." Catherine frowned now "Is it really a must to have that dagger? It ruins your outfit. And of course he doesn't show it, he knows your opinions on weak emotions and such, so he hides it, though not very well it seems if I can see it hehehe." She giggled with a hand to her mouth all sweet like.

"Preposterous." Olivier scoffed, then fixed Catherine with a strong glare "If I don't take the dagger, how will I defend myself against any attack? Granted I know hand to hand, but in this dress, it's not so easy to move." She told her.

"Alright, if you say so." Catherine relented, then walked out with her sister as they made their way downstairs to the two waiting cars "You know, you should talk to him, he really does have feelings for you sister. Just trust me on this." Catherine winked as the elevator stopped on the ground floor.

"Perhaps, when I have the time to." Olivier replied, if only to stop her younger sister trying to tell her how to deal with her own love life...not that she had one really.

Outside in the parking lot, stood two cars. One was a red classic Rolls Royce Silver Cloud, with the driver patiently waiting by the side of it. Mr Buccaneer, a trusted and able man, who was both driver as well as bodyguard to Miss Catherine. The other car, was Olivier's and Miles stood straight by the side of it, in his dark suit and chauffeurs hat, waiting to open the door for Olivier when she came to the car. A modern 2010 model Rolls Royce Silver Ghost, with two tone paint work, most of the body was Midnight Blue Shimmer and the accenting was Gunmetal Grey. After saying goodbye to her sister, Catherine made for the car that was her ride home, Buccaneer opening the door for her with a small bow, then shutting it and getting into the drivers seat to carefully drive off towards the Armstrong mansion. Miles opened the door for Olivier and she slipped into the back seat, settling close to the drivers seat. As Miles got in and started the car up, she glanced to the left overs of the cops still buzzing around the scene. She saw that the detectives were gone now, only a couple of cops left now guarding the taped off area, while the CSI's worked still. As they pulled away from the main building, she got the sense that they were going to be followed.

Her sharp senses weren't wrong either, even Miles sensed it too and was already looking in the rear view at a beat up old green Camero, tailing them from a distance. He knew that it could possibly have something to do with cops that had been around all afternoon, dealing with the death of the hapless researcher. He tried some evasive driving, but that green car stayed right on his tail. Who ever this guy was, he sure knew how to drive, Miles thought. He exchanged a look in the mirror with Olivier and she knew what he meant. Giving him a nod, that told Miles go ahead, he took to ducking down streets that would take them nearer home, rather than the club, to try and throw off their unwanted guest. After a few turns the green Camero vanished and wasn't seen again. Miles, then satisfied he had thrown the guy off, changed direction and made his way over to the club. Of course he was not aware that, the beat up old green car, was still on his tail around five cars back. Jean had not been thrown off at all, merely, he had chosen to let the guy he was tailing think that he'd ditched him. Street smarts were something Jean had in abundance. He followed them to the night club. To his shock it was the one he had been staking out the night before.

Miles pulled the car up front and got out to open the door, a group of paparazzi from the local rags, were gathered by the doors snapping shots of anyone important. Of course they all went crazy, the minute Olivier stepped from her car. Jean had not seen her get in, but he knew her car. That one was clearly hers since the other had carried a younger girl in it. So Jean's heart jumped in his chest and his groin ached, the second he caught sight of her. She was even more stunning than before and he did his best to remember to grab a paper come morning to get a permanent piece of memory to stare at. The snappers went nuts, flash bulbs going off like fireworks in the night. She walked right passed them and never once stopped to pose, Miles driving off to the lot that sat behind the venue itself. He simply sat in the car and waited till she called him to pull the car around front. Olivier however, had made her way inside and was now scanning the room. It was heaving with people, some dancing and some just milling around in small groups. But she sought one person in particular. The one she suspected of having dared to mess with her business. Finally she spotted him, and set her plan into motion, as she sauntered over to the bar where she could easily be seen and popped onto one of the stools, crossing her legs seductively.

Greed was sat at his own private table, with a bevy of beauties surrounding him, as he laughed and was fawned all over. The club was packed out and the music thundered through his veins. This party, was proving to have been a great idea to boost his already huge ego. The revenue would be astronomical from this event alone. Couple that with all the ladies that were eager to get into his good graces-and his pants too-Greed was one very happy fellow. At least he was, till she walked in. Then, he was utterly mesmerised. Standing out like a figure from Greek mythology, with long wavy blonde hair and that golden dress so stunningly shimmery in the strobes, Greed was taken aback and desperate to know who she was. He got his answer a mere moment later, when she turned to look directly at his table and him. Olivier Mira Armstrong. Greed had to blink and rub his eyes, he truly could not believe what he was seeing. It was impossible! That couldn't be her! Could it? How was it even thinkable, that the ice queen herself, was at his party and dressed so stunningly that he had not at first recognised her. Though he loved having his harem around him, Greed needed to check this out. He had to get closer to her and talk to her. Find out why she was here and what had made her wear THAT!

"Pardon me ladies." He said suddenly, getting up and walking away, much to the disappointment of the ladies he left behind, to make a bee line for the bar and Olivier.

"Bourbon, straight up." Olivier said to the bartender and then noticed Greed making his way over, she turned back to bartender "And make that a double."

In moments, Greed was at her side leaning on the bar. Trying to look all cool and suave.

"Well, well if it isn't the mighty Olivier Armstrong." He chirped, then looked her over with leering eyes "Nice outfit, I never pictured you as having a sexy side." He grinned.

"So, you dumped your girls to come over here and say that to me Greed?" Olivier retorted, then narrowed her eyes almost seductively "Or were you just too eager to get over here and leave them in the dust?" She said sipping her drink.

"Now, they are beautiful and all, but you..." Greed started, then leered at her some more, giving her the once over again and daring to trail the fingers tips of his right hand along her exposed thigh "...you take the prize babe. I don't think, I have ever seen a woman, more stunning than you." He crooned.

Olivier had to fight the anger welling within her, she had to keep her cool and play his game to find the information she wanted.

"Is that so Greed..." Olivier replied, then turned to place a hand upon his on her thigh, letting her eyes soften a bit she gazed at him "Why don't we discuss this further, somewhere more...private."

"I couldn't agree more Olivier...shall we?" Greed gestured with his hand, towards where double black doors led out of the main room "How about my office?"

"Perfect." Olivier replied, taking her drink in hand and hopping off the stool, to sway her way towards the doors, with Greed hot on her tail and ogling her tail at that, she could feel his eyes on her.

Just as Greed and Olivier were venturing out into the back rooms of the club, Jean was sneaking around back himself to find a way in without being spotted. Of course, he was spotted by an eagle eyed Miles, from where he sat in the Rolls. He did nothing though, figuring the idiot detective would get thrown out by the bouncers anyways at some point, when he got caught. Jean managed to sneak in the back, through the kitchen, and was about to go into the main part of the club, when he heard two voices out in the side hallway. He peeked out of a door and saw Greed, leading Olivier to a private room at the far end of the hall. Greed opened the door and let Olivier in first, then shut the door after entering too. Jean darted out of the kitchen and down the hall, checking both rooms to either side of the one he had seen Greed and Olivier go into. One was a cleaners closet, the other however was an adjoining room to the one he wanted to see into. He snuck in and cracked open the adjoining door with the other room, peeking in on Olivier and Greed. So far, all they did was stand talking about the room some and how it was decorated. Jean thought for sure this would go on for ever, but then things, took a turn for the interesting.

Olivier found herself pinned against the edge of the desk, Greed blocking her escape on either side. She idly wondered about getting her dagger out and slashing him. But, the look in his eyes told her, if she played along she could get the information she had come here for. He had a hungry lust in his eyes and that made her a touch nervous. Greed leaned close and ghosted his lips over her cheek, making her breath hitch slightly. Jean blinked and swallowed thickly, as his pants grew a bit too tight for comfort. He wasn't ready for just how heated this scene would get. But it progressed quickly, that was for sure. Greed brought a hand to Olivier's left leg and ran it up her thigh slowly, she shivered a bit, mostly from having not been touched like that in a long time. Olivier felt her breathing pick up and her pulse pounded in her ears. Those cold, yet soft lips, were trailing around her cheek and neck, before settling just under her ear and pressing lightly to the skin. Tilting her head back a bit, she let out an unexpectedly soft moan. Even she wasn't sure where it had come from.

Greed took that as a good sign and ravished her neck with more vigour, as his hand vanished up under her dress to rub at her hip roughly. His own pants growing increasingly tight as he ground against Olivier, with a hunger that seemed insatiable. He felt a pair of hands gripping his upper arms, making him groan a little. He loved that she seemed to almost be pushing and pulling him at the same time. It was like she wanted it, but didn't want it and that just turned Greed on more. He was quickly becoming hooked on her, which seemed wrong as they were enemies, but the danger made it all the more fun for him. He loved to go against the grain, do the unexpected, take a risk and see what would happen. Olivier was trying not to get too caught up in this little game, but it was difficult not to, with how Greed was teasing and pleasing her. Hidden away like some dirty pervert voyeur, Jean found his mouth was oddly dry and his erection throbbing hard against his pants. So hard in fact, he couldn't stop his need to add a little pressure to it. A stifled groan, as he palmed himself, all the while watching as Greed and Olivier made out hotly in the office. Jean had to bite his own fist, to not make a sound. As things got a bit hotter before his eyes. Greed and Olivier were now kissing fully, like they had been starved of all affection and were now gorging on the other.

"Damn, I wish that was me in there." Jean muttered softly to himself, as he got off on simply watching the pair at it on the edge of the desk.

Greed suddenly pulled back, panting slightly for air, as he slid his lips to her cheek again. Olivier was also a bit lost for breath, her eyes barely opened at all. Jean was biting his own lip, as his hand slowed a bit. What was going to happen now?

"I have to have you Olivier." Greed said suddenly, huskily "I have never, felt this urge, for a woman in my life. You, have some kind of, aura about you that makes you...irresistible to me." He then kissed her cheek.

"Mmm, well I am afraid, that this is all you can have." Olivier replied, taunting him with what she knew he would do or say anything to get, jutting her hips out a bit to grind on him for effect.

"Urghnnn, don't tease me bitch..." Greed ground out, as he felt that delicious friction against his erection "I can have what I want, I'm Greed, nobody denies me ever."

"Then I guess, you have finally met your match Greed." Another grind of her hips to great effect on him as he shuddered against her "You don't have anything to offer me...unless.."

"Anything." Greed said hurriedly "Ask for it and it's yours. Anything you want, just, stop fucking teasing me.." he bit out, on the back of a groan.

"Anything you say?" Olivier uttered hotly, reaching down with her right hand between them, to grip and squeeze his erection, making him moan all needy.

"Yeeeessss!" He growled, thrusting his hips, to get more of her touch, Greed was hooked, like a Pike on a fishing lure.

Jean gulped, as he squeezed his own erection, imagining it was her hand and not his own. His seed flowed from him and made him shudder in his dark little corner by the door, his breathing coming in short sharp pants. What the heck was going on here? Why was she toying with him? What could she have wanted here? All these questions plagued Jean as he watched more, slowly coming down off his impromptu orgasmic high. He couldn't be sure about this, but he had a gut feeling that Olivier was grilling Greed for information, in the hottest way possible. Jean only wished, she was grilling him the same way. Olivier seemed to have a hold of sorts, on two men, without even knowing it. Her own sights were set on Greed and finding out if he had been the one to orchestrate the attack on her researcher today. Greed's were just on getting off, and as quickly as he could, since this woman was teasing him into a frenzy. Three people, unknowingly getting wrapped up in a love triangle of sorts. None of them knew it right now and none of them would probably be willing to give it up either. Olivier found herself getting addicted to this new found power she held over men. Greed was desperate to bed her and Jean wanted the same, plus a little extra too...

...he wanted Greed as well.