Chapter 6
It was a miracle Olivia managed to get some sleep after the amazing night she had. She had dinner with Dean Smith. She kissed Dean Smith, and he kissed her back. He likes her back, and she didn't even have to go through makeovers of any sort! As she was getting ready for work, she mentally slapped herself for misjudging the poor guy. Yeah he was rich but he's so down-to-earth she forgot how rich he was in the first place.
Olivia received a text from Dean as she was blow-drying her hair.
Smithy: Picking up breakfast.
Smiling softly, she hit 'reply'.
Me: I expect you here ASAP. Tick-tock, Smithy. Muhl's starving.
Dean replied almost immediately.
Smithy: Chill, woman! I can't text and drive you know!
She laughed and shook her head, proceeding with the blow-drying. She decided to put her hair in a loose braid. She couldn't handle having her hair down completely at work; stress made her sweaty, and sweat made her hair greasy. She hoped Dean didn't gel his hair for work, wondering what he'd look like in a suit, tie and ungelled hair.
Oh right, she knew the answer: sexy. She didn't have to see him in person to know that. Heck, he'd look sexy in a freaking sack!
When Olivia heard the knocking on the front door, her heartbeats increased at a rapid pace and her blood boiled. She wasn't even completely dressed yet, standing in her skimpy black camisole and skinny jeans.
"Fuck!" she hissed as she ran out of the bathroom and down the stairs, nearly tripping face first on her way down. More knocking. "Coming!" she yelled, grabbing the shirt from the living room, quickly discarding the camisole and putting it on. She took a deep breath before opening the door. He looked as attractive as he did at their date, only twice as better: he was wearing a navy blue blazer over a white shirt and a striped maroon tie, matching blue trousers and black office shoes. And his hair? Yep... ungelled.
He smirked as he gave her a one-over. "You're not ready yet."
"Well... You're a jerk." she retorted, blushing. 'Lame comeback, Muhl! You're better than that!'
Dean laughed. "Just put your shoes on, Liv. I'll wait for you in the car."
"What about breakfast?" she asked, reaching by her side for her purple Converse.
"We can eat it in the car on our way to work." he replied with a smile.
"Eating food in a fancy-ass car? Wow, so punk rock!" Olivia exclaimed dramatically, making jazz hands for special effects. Dean laughed even harder before walking back into his car. She shook her head and sat right outside the front door, putting her shoes on, her bag sitting beside her. Once she finished, she pulled her bag up along with herself and closed the front door behind her, locking it. She ran down the front steps and into the car. "Drive forth for my stomach is as empty as a starless night." she joked.
"What, no good morning kiss?" he asked her, pretending to be (although he was slightly) disappointed. Olivia giggled and leaned over, kissing Dean softly on the lips, letting them linger for a few seconds before pulling away.
"Now can we drive? I really am hungry." she huffed, fastening her seatbelt. Dean didn't think twice, starting the car and pulling out of the parking space.
"Reach under your seat." he told her. She did as told, taking out a box. The beautiful aroma that filled the car was blissful, almost heavenly.
"Are these Duncan's?" Olivia asked him. "These are definitely Duncan's. They smell like Duncan's perfection."
Dean let out a soft chuckle. "Duncan's are the best pastries in town, baby. Whenever my family are visiting, it's all they eat." He quickly opened the lid of the box and took out a glazed doughnut.
"What about your cleansing diet or whatever?" she asked him with a smirk.
"Hey..." he mumbled as he munched away. "Duncan's is an exception."
"Food's an exception." Olivia corrected him. "I don't get people who diet. They're depriving themselves from every food group. Chocolate, pizza, cakes, Duncan's pastries..." She glanced over at him. "I hope you're over the detox, dude, cos otherwise I'm gonna have to make you eat like a trucker."
"Bring it on, princess."
"My eldest brother's a pro chef." She told him in a mysterious tone. "That is all I'm saying."
"What's that to do with anything?"
"Means I can cook. He lived with me for seven years before moving out. Most the time he was working, so I had to cook for myself. He taught me a few tricks." she winked.
"If you say so, Muhl... Next time dinner's on you."
Silence. Olivia stared at Dean and with a hopeful tone, she repeated, "Next time?" 'Next time... That means second date... SECOND DATE WITH DEAN SMITH!'
"Well, yeah... I mean—I thought we kinda established that by now... right?" It was like being back to square one for Dean. They went on a date and kissed last night, and liked each other as more than colleagues and acquaintances. So what gives?
Olivia pursed her lips and grinned. "I just wanted to see if we're on the same page..." She paused. "We definitely are."
Dean parked his car a block away from the company building, where Olivia agreed to meet Sam and Ian. "Are you sure you don't want me to wait with you? I can drive all of you to work."
She shook her head. "And risk being interrogated about our date? I think I'll leave that to my girlfriends. Ian and Sammy can be a nightmare when it comes to questioning my dating life." Her eyes landed on his lips and giggled.
Dean frowned, furrowing his eyebrows. "What?"
"You have... powder—" Her voice trailed off as she tried to control her laughter. "... wait, let me just get it for you." She unfastened her seatbelt and leaned over. Dean, wide-eyed, froze to the spot as she flicked her tongue gently over the corner of his lips, then kissed him. She pulled away slightly and whispered, "Sorry."
"No apologies needed..." he breathlessly replied before grabbing her face and crashed his lips against hers. She moaned with pleasure, her arms wrapped round his neck. His hands left her face, landing on her hips as he pulled her on top of him in a straddling position.
Olivia's phone started to vibrate, with Friends Will Be Friends playing in the background. As she started to pull away, Dean only continued kissing her jawline and neck. "De-Dean, my... phone..." The fast pace at which Dean was going didn't slow down, and the song went on and on and on... "Dean. Phone. Ringing."
He pulled away from her neck and sighed. "Fine." Panting, Olivia sat back in her seat and, seeing it was Ian, answered the call quickly.
"I'm on my way. The cab I was in took the not-so-short short cut over and got stuck so I'm gonna run a little late." she explained quickly before he could even talk. Ian was probably the most punctual person in the universe, always planning things step-by-step.
"Chill out, time bomb!" Ian insisted, chuckling. "Me and Sam already had breakfast and we're on our way to work... and by the way, we know you're with Dean Smith at the moment." Olivia tensed. 'How did they...?' she thought, looking around until she saw Sam and Ian across the street, waving.
"Oh my..." she whispered, hanging up the phone.
"Did-did your friends just see what we... we were just doing?"Dean asked her, wide-eyed as Ian and Sam crossed the street.
"I sure as fuck hope not! They won't let me live it down! Them and their female counterparts!" Olivia groaned, leaning back against her seat as she subtly fixed her hair. She smiled brightly (and fakely) when her friends were by her side. "Hey guys!"
"Hey Olivia, Dean Smith."
He smiled nervously. "Hey guys... Want a-a ride to work?"
"Sure!" Sam exclaimed, already inside the car.
"So Dean, did you sleep over at Liv's?" Ian asked Dean, wiggling his eyebrows.
"No!" Olivia retorted. "No, Dean didn't sleep over at my house, Ian. And he was a gentleman about it."
"Oh good! I thought I'd have to give him the talk or something." Ian chuckled.
"You're a strange, strange man, Ian." Dean commented.
"It's this thing he does." Sam explained. "He pretends to be all brotherly and protective of her whenever she has someone new."
Olivia closed her eyes and face-palmed herself. 'Great, now he made me sound like a whore'. "Samuel, you do realise you called me a whore right?"
"I—I didn't mean it like that. I mean that... that everytime you date someone... you—Ian, help me out here." Sam looked over at his friend, who was laughing so hard his face was beetroot red. A few moments later, Olivia joined in, with Dean smiling and chuckling on occasion. He didn't know Ian and Sam very well. They seemed nice around work, often avoiding eye contact with anyone who had a higher rank then them, but still nice.
He looked over at Olivia for a split second, and saw how happy these people made her, in all their quirky, awkward lifestyles.
It reminded Dean of the person he used to be.
"I'm sorry we embarrassed you back there, Liv." Sam apologised, giving her his best puppy-dog eyes.
"Yeah, we really are sorry. Legit pinky swear." Ian chimed in, lifting up his pinky.
"You guys..." she gushed, hugging them in unison. "You can never embarrass me more than my four brothers." She pulled away and the elevator door opened. They walked out, her arms round their necks. "So, what do you think of Smithy outside the office?"
"Really nice." Sam replied.
"Human." Ian said at the same time. "BY the way, did you see his hair today? Not gelled."
"His hair?" Sam told him. "What about Olivia's? It's in a braid. She never braids her hair for work."
"You sound like two gossiping girlfriends." she half-joked. "Worse than Mel and Maddie, even. And as for my hair being braided, I wanted a change. So did Dean with his hair."
"Was his hair gelled yesterday?" She shook her head. Sam smiled softly. "That explains a lot. Since you like him the way he is outside of work, then he decided he can come to work with his natural hair. No gel, no cover-ups."
Ian stared at his friend, poker-faced. "Dude could you be any more gay?"
Sam scoffed and sat in his cubicle. "Ian, Sam's the romantic of the group. Being romantic doesn't mean being gay." Olivia explained. "Now if you'll excuse me, my iron throne awaits with a mountain of invoices to sign."
"Oh, so you've finally started watching 'Game of Thrones' huh?" Ian smirked, crossing his arms. "I thought the show was a fantasy rip-off."
"That Geoffrey dude is a dick, man!" she exclaimed, stopping in front of Ian's cubicle. "Now I know many people in the show die, so I hope he topped the list."
All Ian did was smirk mysteriously and sit down, switching on the computer. "I'll see you for lunch, Muhl."
"So he dies." Olivia was a sucker for spoilers, and she always knew when she hit the nail in the head with Ian. The smirks and looks he'd give her give everything away. Shaking her head, she walked to her office door, where she was stopped by Dean.
"Heard you talking about 'Game of Thrones' with Ian..." he said, leaning against the glass wall of her office.
"So?" she tasked teasingly, turning round to look at him with a smirk on her face.
"Didn't know you were a fan, is all."
"Well you never asked."
"Well we never opened a discussion about that." She chuckled and rolled her eyes. "Where have you left off?"
"If I don't get stuck at work tonight, I might be able to finish the third season." Olivia replied happily.
"How about... We have takeout over at my house tonight and finish the season together, hm?" Dean suggested. 'A second date already? Involving Game of Thrones too? Oh, it's on!'
"But doesn't watching the show together mean... not watching the show?"
"Not if it's 'Game of Thrones', princess." he winked. "So what do you say? Be over at seven?"
She nodded. "If I'm a little late it's because I have practise right before that, and I hate disappointing my friends. Hey, why don't you come by? You did say you want to hear me sing right? Well guess what? I sing a lot during practise."
"Then I'll most definitely be there, Liv. See you after work?"
She smiled. "See you after work, Smithy."
Writing this chapter proved to be harder than I thought since I'm constantly too lazy to write and always hit with writers' block, but I think it turned out pretty good. I decided to put in GoT because, heck, it's the best fucking show EVER.
Currently re-writing the new chapter for 'Save Yourself', which is Bedtime Stories!
Until next time!