Chapter 6: Only Girl (In the World)

Olivia's heart hurt. Her little sexcapade with Fitz in his private study that afternoon had left her feeling abandoned, empty and sad. Now she was back in her office, lying down on her couch with a cold, damp towel over her forehead. Maybe the feelings of emptiness stemmed from the fact that she and Fitz didn't get to finish what they started. Olivia thought back to just two hours earlier. While she was in the middle of servicing Fitz's cock, there was an urgent knocking on the door.

"Mr. President! You need to wrap things up. The Secret Service is allowing staff back into the building." It was Carl, the agent who had come to fetch Olivia minutes earlier.

Fitz groaned. "Thanks, Carl," the POTUS said. "I'll be out momentarily."

Fitz looked down and pulled Olivia up from her knees. "Livvie…," he started to say, but Olivia hushed him by placing an index finger over his lips. She straightened out her dress and then reached for her purse and searched for her compact mirror. Fitz zipped up his pants and stood behind Olivia who had turned her back to him. She was looking in the mirror, wiping her lips and trying to erase all visible signs that moments before her sweet mouth had been wrapped around his cock. Fitz put his arms around Olivia's slim waist and pulled her in close. While she continued to freshen up her makeup, Fitz leaned down and nuzzled her neck.

"Fitz, please, don't…" Olivia said. "I've got to get out of here."

"I know, but you smell good and taste good. I don't want you to leave. I want you to stay here with me. I need you, Livvie," Fitz said softly, nuzzling her neck.

"Fitz, please…." Olivia said, her voice trailing off. Fitz could tell she was getting upset. He turned her around to face him. Her head was down.

"Livvie…look at me," Fitz said as he gently lifted her chin up. He put the errant strand of hair that was grazing her cheek behind her ear. "We're not finished. Not by a long shot."

"Is that a threat or a promise?" Olivia asked, her tone slightly defiant.

Fitz shook his head. The emotional wall was going back up. "Olivia Pope, always the tough guy. You won't talk about your feelings but I know that you still feel something for me. Something real."

"Mr. President, let's not rehash the past. This, here, today, was a mistake," Olivia said, breaking free from Fitz's light embrace and turning toward the door to leave.

Fitz reached out for her arm to try to stop her. Her hand was on the doorknob. Fitz placed his hand on top of hers to stop her from turning it.

Their eyes met. Olivia's eyes were misty. It was clear to Fitz she was trying not to cry. He took her hand, raised it to his lips and kissed the back of it. He then looked her directly in the eye while he turned her hand over. "You. Me. This," he said softly, "is not a mistake," as his open mouth planted moist tender kisses starting from the palm of her hand, to the inside of her wrist to the final destination of her lips.

Olivia could feel herself beginning to melt. Again. She reached for the door and this time Fitz didn't stop her from leaving.

Olivia was replaying the afternoon's events in her mind when Huck entered her office.

"Liv, you alright?" Huck asked, concern filling his voice.

"Yes, Huck, just a really bad headache, nothing serious," said Olivia.

"Are you sure? You don't look so good. Maybe you should go home?" Huck said.

Olivia chuckled. "Huck, don't worry about me. What's up? Did you find anything of interest in those documents I gave you from that charity in Pakistan?"

"Yes and no," Huck said, wrinkling his brow.

"Well, what is it? Yes, you found something or no you didn't?" Olivia asked, slightly amused with Huck's typically opaque way of answering questions.

"Well, actually it's both. Yes, I did find something interesting, but no, they weren't in the documents," he replied.

"Huck, stop speaking in riddles. I need you to speak plainly," Olivia said, slightly exasperated.

"OK, well, I did a thorough background check, both online and offline, for this charity and it comes back squeaky clean. In fact it's a little too clean for my tastes," Huck said.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, everything checks out which is significant because generally with these kinds of charities in developing countries, there are usually a lot of gaps. Either gaps of financial info or gaps in the timeline of when things happened, etc. The fact that everything has been answered and addressed with complete documentation is a bit of a red flag, in my opinion," Huck said.

Olivia got up from the couch and walked over to her computer. She went online and typed in the web address of the charity. She had looked at it before but hadn't looked at it closely. It was a nice web site. Obviously done for a Western audience in mind with plenty of photographs and links to their Facebook, Twitter and YouTube sites at the top of the page.

"Olivia, why are you even interested in this charity? It's halfway across the world. Are you seriously taking them on as a client?" Huck asked.

"I haven't decided," Olivia responded. "It would be a great opportunity for this firm. We'd get international exposure and the retainer they're willing to pay us for a short-term project is too good to pass up"

"OK, well, I trust you," said Huck, turning to leave her office. "If you think this is a worthwhile project, you know I'll back you all the way."

"Thanks, Huck," Olivia said appreciatively.

Back at the White House, Fitz resumed his presidential duties. There was an afternoon call with the chancellor of Germany regarding the upcoming G8 economic conference and then a late afternoon meeting with the Speaker of the House regarding some legislation. Fitz sighed. He was tired. Tired of everything. This life wasn't what he wanted.

He thought back to earlier that afternoon to his time with Olivia. For a few brief moments he felt alive again. It had been six months since they had last seen each other and before had had seen her today he would've said he was doing just fine, thank you very much. But being in her presence again, hearing her voice, inhaling her scent, feeling her touch was all too much for him to process. Everything, - all the want, the longing, the desire for her that he thought had completely receded, - had now come rushing back and hit him like a tsunami.

That said, nothing had been resolved between them. Fitz was still annoyed with Olivia. In fact, seeing her and wanting her that desperately again and knowing that he couldn't fully have her, angered him. Why was she so unwilling to fight for him? For them? The bond between them obviously wasn't broken but it was definitely frayed and torn. But even in the midst of all this, Fitz decided that he'd rather feel this anger toward Olivia than to feel nothing at all. He would hold on to that feeling.

It was almost 7 p.m. Everyone had already left for the day and Olivia was alone in the office. She was thinking about what Huck had said about the Pakistani charity, that it checked out but seemed a little too good to be true. The clock was ticking and she had promised Farheed Davi that she would give him her response by Friday. Olivia decided that a compromise was in order. She opened her agenda and pulled out the business card Mr. Davi had given her. She dialed the number and waited. When the voice on the other end answered, Olivia said:

"Hello, Mr. Davi? Olivia Pope speaking. I've reviewed your documentation but there are still some remaining questions that need to be addressed."

"Questions? Like what?" Mr. Davi replied.

"Questions that can only be answered if I can make a visit to the school. Once I've seen the school in person and had a chance to meet with some of the students, teachers and parents, then I will make a decision."

"Ms. Pope, this is wonderful news," Mr. Davi said, his voice brimming with excitement. "I'm so glad that you've agreed to take on this assignment."

"No, no, no," Olivia said emphatically. "No, let me be clear. I have NOT agreed to take on this assignment. What I have agreed to do is to continue my process of due diligence on this potential client. Once I've been able to visit the school and see what it is about, then and only then will I make my final decision on whether or not I wish to take this charity on as a client and work with you."

"Understood," Mr. Davi replied. "But I'm confident that once you see the school and meet the girls and their families, you will immediately know that this is exactly the type of organization your firm will want to be affiliated with. When can you make the trip?"

"I was hoping we could schedule this for later next week," Olivia said.

"Oh, that's a little too soon," Mr. Davi said. "Is there any way we could push it back to next month?"

"Why? If this charity and school are legitimate, I would think you would want me to go as as soon as possible," Olivia replied.

"Yes, of course, of course. I will begin to make the arrangements immediately," Mr. Davi said. "Thank you again, Ms. Pope. You won't regret this."

As soon as he hung up the phone, Mr. Davi hit the speed dial on another number.

"Hello?"

"It's me. Activate the plan. The target will be there within 10 days," Mr. Davi said. "I'll get back to you later with further instructions."

The person at the other end hung up. No other explanation was necessary.

Author's Note: Dang! Fitz and Livie's afternoon tryst got derailed by those cockblockers called the Secret Service. LOL. Can't these two get some quality alone time together? Olivia continues to struggle with being the woman in the shadows, the "other woman." It's like the mafia, just when Olivia thinks she's out, Fitz pulls her back in.

Fitz, meanwhile, thinks he's still angry at Olivia but it's not so much that he's angry at her but that he's hurt that she continues to reject him, on some level, and he's angry and frustrated about their (impossible) situation.

And now this Davi character seems to be drawing Olivia into a trap. But what kind of trap is it? Stay tuned...and continue to leave reviews. I love hearing your theories and getting your feedback.

Thanks!

Neo