Chapter 3

His eyes bore into her. He tried to look away but couldn't. He released the two buttons from his navy pinstripe jacket, revealing a matching vest. He tossed his jacket over the back of the black leather chair. His muscles were easily seen through his crisp white shirt. It was evident he worked out. He strode around the room with poise and confidence. Pure alpha male. Hard. Dominant. Demanding. Her eyes followed his graceful movements, never looking away, until he settled in the chair next to her. Olivia gripped the edge of her chair, steadying herself.

"Fitzgerald." He extended his hand to her. His voice was low and deep. Olivia swore she would orgasm from his voice.

"Hi…O…Olivia." She stumbled out, shaking his hand, rubbing her thumb over the outlined veins on his hand. They were soft and smooth. He held her hand longer than he should. Wanting to kiss the back of it, he released it before he acted on his urge. Olivia crossed her legs underneath the table, accidentally bumping her knee with his. She kept it there. He adjusted his pants, feeling the tightness from his erection. He needed to focus.

Shocked by the interaction between Olivia and Fitz, Brian loudly cleared his throat. Interrupting the intense eye fucking from them. "Thank you for meeting with us, Mr. Grant."

"When you're ready, please begin." Fitz stated, keeping his eyes locked on Olivia as she stood. Beauty personified. He was enamored by her luscious thick curls that hung past her shoulders, her plump lips begging to be kissed, and the way her hips swayed when she walked to the screen. Bloody hell! He wasn't going to last a single minute in the meeting. Swallowing hard and adjusting his slacks for comfort, he focused on the beautiful woman in front of him. Olivia couldn't think straight. Her heart thumped loudly in her chest. A small bead of sweat formed at the top of her spine and slid down her back causing a slight shiver. She felt like she was going to faint. His stare was intense and didn't help her nerves. Olivia pushed the folder in Fitz's direction. She inserted the USB inside the laptop and pointed to the screen. He watched her command every word. Her passion kept his attention. He was speechless and turned on at the same time. He reached inside the lapel of his suit jacket and pulled out a black pen, clicking it. He rubbed at his chin, glancing down at the documents inside the folder. Olivia tried to gage his reaction when she finished speaking. Fitz twirled the vodka bottle around on the table, focusing on the blue label. "What was the inspiration for the color? Blue happens to be my favorite color."

"Your eyes." Olivia answered.

Brian slammed his hand on the table. "Olivia."

"My eyes?" Fitz sat firmly against the back of his chair, ignoring Brian. "Do tell."

Olivia sucked in her bottom lip. "The other day when I met you, I was captivated by the color of your eyes. They remind me of a deep blue sea. Vodka is smooth like the sea, but can also be rough going down, depending on what you mix it with. The blue color stood out on the crystal bottle, so I went with it."

Fucking hell. He was going to cum just from her words. Fitz cleared his throat. "Why did you swirl the Grant name around the infinity symbol?"

"Infinity means limitless. Your new vodka line has the potential to expand into something great." Olivia smiled. "Destiny Advertising Agency will make sure your vodka ads stand out and get noticed."

"I like it." And you. Fitz wanted to tell her. He closed the folder and sighed. "As a formality, I have to meet with the other agencies that submitted proposals. Give me a week and you'll hear from me or my assistant, Rebekah."

Olivia looked at Brian and whispered. "Does this mean we have the account?"

Fitz stood, pushing his chair away from the table. He slipped his arms through his suit jacket, buttoning it. Olivia couldn't help but stare. Suit porn at its finest.

"I don't know what type of spell you put him under, but it worked." Brian chuckled, whispering in Olivia's ear. "Mr. Grant, thank you for the opportunity to speak with you today." Brian stood, pushing his chair back.

"My pleasure. I'll walk you out." Fitz opened the conference room door, ushering them inside the hallway. "Olivia do you have a second?" He whispered, bending close to her ear. His voice caught her off guard and she slammed into Brian's back.

Brian stumbled toward the door and glanced back at Olivia. "Everything alright?"

"I need to speak to Olivia." Fitz stated, patting Brian on the back.

Brian looked at Fitz then Olivia. "Is there something you need from us?" He witnessed their interaction and could tell Fitz was a man on a mission. Gregory would have his head on a silver platter if Olivia became involved with Fitzgerald Grant.

"Just Olivia." Fitz clarified.

Brian thought about the vodka ad. One wrong move and he could mess up the contract he'd been after for years. He cursed under his breath and glanced at Olivia.

"I can speak with Mr. Grant and see what he needs. I'll inform you when I return to the office." Olivia stated.

Brian let out a breath and nodded. "If you're not back in a few minutes. I'll send Abby up to get you."

Olivia nodded.

Fitz watched Brian leave and within seconds he turned to his receptionist. "Hold my calls."

"Will do, Mr. Grant." Rebekah's jet-black bob shook as she nodded. She pressed the

Do Not Disturb button on her phone. Rebekah had worked for Fitz for years and knew his every move. She was his twin in woman form. Cut throat, strong, and highly ambitious.

Fitz opened his office door, walking Olivia inside. He desperately wanted to crash his lips against hers to see how they felt. Were they as soft as he envisioned? He walked over to his boat shaped conference table and poured a glass of water. His throat was dry. Taking a few sips of water, he stared, trying to decipher her thoughts. Olivia glanced around his office, unsure why she was there. His office was warm, more personable than the conference room. Leather couches and chairs were neatly placed in the center of the room. Four tv monitors hung on the wall. His desk was large, taking up majority of the space in the office. A headset hung over one of the two monitors on his desk.

"Beautiful view." Olivia strolled to the large floor to ceiling window. Her perfume was light and airy, drawing him to her. "The view of the NY skyline is the reason I had this building built in this location."

Olivia turned and connected her eyes with his. "Why am I here? Did I say something wrong in the presentation?" He was too close. Any closer and their lips would have touched. She took a few steps back, regaining her composure.

He closed the gap between them in two quick strides. "Are you seeing anyone?"

"Excuse me?" Olivia crossed her arms in front of her chest.

"I need to know, Olivia." He trailed his hand down her cheek and it took everything in her not to lean into his touch.

"This conversation is inappropriate, Mr. Grant." Olivia extended her hand outward, keeping her distance. Her brain was mush and if he continued with his conversation she was going to cave.

"Do I have any competition?" He groaned.

Olivia chuckled. "Is this how you pick up women?"

His stance was confident, bold. "I don't pick up women."

"Right." Olivia moved closer to him. He was tall and she tilted her head up to focus on his sharp, cerulean blue eyes. "I imagine women throw themselves at you."

"How about lunch tomorrow?" Fitz asked, ignoring her statement.

"I just started a new job and I don't need any distractions." Olivia turned on her heels and walked to the door.

He met her strides and placed his hand on top of hers, his lips brushed her ear and her knees buckled, bringing her back flush against his hard chest. His warm breath sent a shiver down her spine, tickling her ear lobe, "I won't be a distraction."

"You would, if I let you." Olivia turned the handle. "Good day, Mr. Grant."

He stood by the door, slamming it shut. Her perfume lingered in the room and his dick twitched, pressing firm against his slacks. Women didn't reject him. They wanted to claim him. Possess him. Fuck him. He was Fitzgerald Grant III. The most eligible bachelor in New York City. The zeros in his bank account proved he could have anything he wanted. Sitting at his desk, he placed his hands behind his head and linked his fingers. He chuckled. He'd never been rejected. He needed to change his approach when it came to Olivia.

X

Her body was an inferno. She took a few shallow breaths as the elevator descended down to her office floor. What was he doing to her? She leaned against the brass rail allowing the pressure to cool her back. Olivia sped past Abby's desk, dropping her head inside her palms. She needed to get it together and shake off whatever feelings Fitzgerald Grant had sparked. She barely knew him, yet her body instantly responded to his touch. If she fell for him, what would Brian think. She would become the office slut. Focusing on her assigned tasks, she fiddled with the mouse on her desk, turning on her computer screen. She was startled out of her work haze when Abby plopped on the side of her desk. "So how did it go?" Abby swung her legs back and forth.

"Good. I think we got the account." Olivia answered, staring at the computer screen.

"I would say so. Brian is happier than a pig in slop."

"Really? That's great, I guess." Olivia shifted her notepad to the side.

"Yup. He's been trying to work with Grant for a long time. He's had many attempts, but they've all fell flat…until today." Abby stared at Olivia, smirking. "Hmmmm what kept you longer than Brian?"

"What do you mean?" Olivia looked away from Abby, glaring at her computer screen.

Abby chuckled. "Two went up but only one came down."

"Mr. Grant had some additional questions."

"Questions about the ad or questions about you?" Abby inquired, keeping her focus on Olivia, looking for a change in her body language.

"I have a lot of work to do Abby. Can we chat later?"

Abby jumped down from Olivia's desk. "Mmmhmm. We're going out for drinks and dancing on Friday. You should come."

"Sounds like fun." Olivia smiled, tapping her pen on the desk.

"Josh and Mona will be there. It's a sexy, upscale, lounge with gorgeous men and women."

"I'm ready to see what the New York party scene is like."

Abby clapped her hands together. "Wonderful. Not sure what people in Georgia wear, but in New York, we dress sexy. Don't wear any of those House on the Prairie dresses. We like to let it all hang out." Abby giggled, turning on her heels and walking away.

X

The evening skyline shone brightly through the office windows. Olivia didn't realize how late it was. She'd wanted to show Brian she was capable of handling the advertising world. Josh and Mona had left. She tossed her purse over her shoulder, stretching as she rose from her chair. She strolled pass Abby's desk, leaning her elbows on top of it. "What time do you leave?"

"Late." Abby answered, chewing the top of her black pen.

"Is working late the norm around here?" Olivia asked, yawning.

"Not really. Depends on everyone's workload."

Olivia nodded with a wave. "Oh ok. I better get going since I have to be back in the morning."

Abby watched Olivia leave, locking the door behind her. The favorite part of her day was about to begin. An empty office with no roaming eyes. She strolled to Brian's office and stood at the entrance watching him type rapidly on his computer. Abby kicked off her heels, seductively moving toward his desk. She massaged his shoulders, kissing both sides of his neck. He instantly relaxed. "She's a nice addition to the office." Abby walked around his desk, placing the framed picture of his wife face down. Straddling him, she pressed her lips against his. "Have you told her yet?"

"I will. I spoke with my lawyer last week. Things are moving."

Abby huffed. "When? This has been a long fucking process, Brian."

"Baby, we have assets together. I have kids. Divorcing my wife isn't going to be easy. I told you that a million times. Don't rush the process. If I don't do it right, you know Raven will take everything from me." He pushed her skirt up her waist. "I know you don't want that, do you?"

"What I want is for you to stop jerking me around."

"Abby, we've been through this. I need time."

"Time, I don't have. I can't keep doing this Brian."

He pulled open the drawer on the side of his desk, shuffling a few papers around before lifting a black velvet box from his desk. "I'm going to give you what I promised. I need your patience."

Abby stared at the diamond ring. "Brian."

He snapped the ring box shut. "Now that I have your attention." He unbuttoned the few buttons on her blouse revealing her lacy red bra. He cupped her breasts with both hands, kissing just above her belly button.

Abby giggled, kissing him. Losing herself yet again.