Chapter 6
Abby stormed from Brian's office and plopped on her black leather chair. "Fucking asshole." She groaned, turning on her computer.
"Everything alright?" Olivia asked, walking to Abby's desk, leaning on the edge, taking a mint from the candy jar.
"Same shit…different day. What can I do for you?" Abby twirled her chair, tossing a pen inside the cup holder.
Olivia shrugged. "Nothing just checking on you."
Abby offered a fake smile. "I'm fine, see."
"I was thinking of going out for drinks later. Wanna come?" Olivia asked.
"I'm always down for cocktails. Where and what time?"
"Right after work. Blue Sky Lounge and Bar." Olivia replied.
Abby huffed, twirling the phone cord around her finger. "I need an hour in between work and meeting you. I have a project I'm working on with Brian. The deadline is coming up."
"No worries. I can stay late and wait for you."
"Um, is Josh and Mona going?"
"Yeah."
"Ok, leave with them and I'll meet you there."
"If you insist." Olivia stated with a smile.
The delivery man swung the office door open, carrying a glass vase of long stem red roses. He placed the vase on Abby's desk, shoving the clipboard at her. "Delivery for Olivia Pope."
"That's me." Olivia waved, smiling.
The delivery man pointed to the vase and chuckled. "These flowers mean two things. He fucked up or he wants to fuck you."
Olivia rolled her eyes. "Does your foul mouth come with the flowers? If so, you can take them back and I'll be happy to speak to the owner about your delivery process."
Abby threw her head back in laughter. "You deserved that Jake."
"Fuck off, Red. Give me the clipboard."
"Well done, Olivia." Abby stated.
Jake turned to Olivia, tipping his hat. "Sorry about my comment. Enjoy the flowers."
Olivia scooped up the vase and strolled back to her desk. She brought one of the roses to her nose, inhaling the scent. It smelled like Fitz. A soft, yet spicy scent. His cologne. She lifted the small white card from the vase.
Is this better than chocolate covered strawberries?
F.
Olivia beamed, immediately dialing his number.
"Hi." He answered, his voice deep and raspy.
"Hi. Are you in your office?" She asked, leaning against her desk.
"I am." He replied.
"I received the roses. Can I come up and properly thank you?" Olivia asked, nervously.
"Does this thank you involve a kiss?"
"Maybe."
"I'll be waiting.
Olivia peeked around Josh's cubicle. "Hey can you tell Brian I'm going to Grant Industries."
Josh leaned back in his black leather chair, smirking. "Going for a quickie?"
"I'm going to thank him for the flowers." Josh knew about her and Fitz. So, did Abby and Mona. She liked them and they were quickly becoming her new friends.
Josh laughed. "Make it good, Pope. That's one hell of a bouquet."
X
Fitz was in the middle of a call when Olivia arrived to his office.
"I don't give a fuck what the investors want." He yelled on the phone. "We're going through with the purchase. I'll get Mellie on board. I have my ways in dealing with her." He turned from the window and was silent when he saw Olivia standing at the door. "I'll be in London for a few days. We can talk then." He snatched the headset off and tossed it on his desk.
"Is everything ok?" Olivia asked, playing with the hem of her skirt.
"It's fine. Work shit." He took two strides toward her and she stepped back, standing against the glass conference table. Her heart beating fast in her chest. He halted his steps at her retreat and sat on the edge of his desk, crossing his legs at his ankles.
"The roses are lovely. Thank you. The scent reminded me of you." Olivia lowered her head, refusing to look at him. Hearing Mellie's name made her nauseous.
"You want to know my secret?" He pressed his finger against his lips and smiled.
"Yeah." Olivia answered, looking up.
"I went to the florist this morning and sprayed them with my cologne."
Olivia glanced at his blue eyes, smiling. "I didn't think you were the romantic type."
He chuckled. "I'm not, but I like seeing you smile." He pushed off his desk, unable to hold out any longer. He needed to touch her. He gathered her in his arms, pecking her lips. "I thought this thank you came with a kiss."
"Fitz, we shouldn't this is your office."
He walked to his desk and pressed a button. The long white blinds closed, hiding the glass windows. "Is this better?"
He didn't wait for her response. His mouth crashed over hers, hard and heated. Olivia moaned, opening her mouth, allowing his tongue to swirl around hers. He lifted her in his arms, firmly placing her on the table. Her fingers played with the soft curls at the nape of his neck. Fitz rotated his hips against her core, giving her clit the right amount of friction. She unbuttoned the three buttons on his vest, pushing it off, desperate to feel him. Their kiss became frantic. He cupped her breast through her blouse. Her whimper came out like a cry. She tipped her neck, giving him more access. "I need you." He groaned in her ear, sliding his hand up her thigh, inching it close to her sex. "Yes, please." Olivia whispered into his lips. Lost, aroused, and begging for him to touch her most sacred spot.
"Mr. Grant, your next meeting is about to start. Everyone is in the conference room. Mellie insists on talking to you before the meeting starts." Rebekah huffed. "She is standing at my desk and refusing to go in the conference room. Please advise."
Olivia pushed on Fitz's chest, jumping from the table in a panic, pulling down her skirt. Her eyes search the room, looking for the voice.
"Sweetheart, its my intercom." He walked to his desk and pressed a button. "Under no circumstances do you send Mellie in my office. I'll be done shortly." He stated, firmly.
"I have to go, Fitz." Olivia announced, straitening her clothes.
"We're not done." He pushed his hands through his curls. "Fuck."
Olivia rushed to the door. His long strides met hers. "Give me a minute, please. I don't want you to leave like this."
"You have one minute." Olivia stared at the wall, disappointed in herself for almost giving in. She didn't know how much longer she'd be able to resist him. Fitz had opened up another side of her that she didn't know existed. Their chemistry was raw and all-consuming. God, she wanted him. She wondered…What would it be like to have sex with a powerful man? Would he want it hard and fast or slow and sensual? Did he like control in the bedroom?
"Fuck! I'm sorry, Liv. I should have more control." He murmured. "Look at me, please."
Olivia turned, facing him, closing the gap between them. "It's not all on you, Fitz."
"When I'm with you, I feel alive. I haven't felt like this in a long time."
"You're making me crazy." He wrapped his arm around her waist, bringing her flush against his chest. "I'm trying to control myself around you."
Olivia stepped out of his embrace. "You're used to getting what you want, Fitzgerald. Tell me how it normally worked for you." She straitened his tie and fastened the buttons on his vest.
He swallowed hard, hating that he had to be honest with her. "It depends. I had a subset of women who were good at certain things. They fulfilled very specific needs. If I'm pursuing someone, I let my intentions be known and after one dinner they're in my bed."
"Do you want something different?" Olivia walked to where his jacket was thrown on the floor and picked it up.
"Yes, if it means I can have you." He pushed his arms through his suit jacket.
Changing his approach for a woman was new for him. He only did things one way. Straightforward. He treated his personal relationships as he did his business. He'd gotten caught up with a woman in the past and was made a complete fool. His approach immediately changed. They knew his expectations. Emotions no longer dictated his relationships. Olivia was going to be his. He needed to settle on his approach. If he was too blunt, he might lose her.
Mellie swung the door open and pushed pass Olivia, rolling her eyes.
"Mr. Grant, I tried to keep her out, my apologies." Rebekah stammered, crossing her arms at her chest.
"Call fucking security next time." He snapped, loudly.
Olivia jumped and stared at him. She turned on her heels and followed Rebekah to her desk. Rebekah huffed, "Mellie's a real bitch. My skin crawls every time she comes in here."
"Do you know anything about her?" Olivia asked.
Rebekah cackled. "If you want to know if he's fucking her. The answer is no."
"Oh." Olivia smiled. Happy with Rebekah's response. "I want to order lunch for Fitz. Do you know what he likes?"
"Hmmm, you're on a first name basis with him?" Rebekah tapped on her keyboard.
"It slipped. I meant, Mr. Grant."
Rebekah grinned. "Ham and turkey on rye with swiss cheese, toasted. A pickle on the side and a bag of honey barbeque chips. I can order it for you, if you want. He likes his sandwiches from Reuben's."
"I think I got it." Olivia said, writing it down on a yellow sticky note.
Rebekah placed her hand under her chin. "I've been meaning to set up a meeting with you. Mr. Grant insists we work together for the vodka launch party. If you are swamped downstairs, I don't mind doing it alone."
"I would love to help. I can email you a few dates I'm available."
"Please do. I don't need my head chewed off again." Rebekah huffed.
Olivia walked to the elevator, dialing the sandwich shop.
X
Mellie sucked her tongue through her teeth and tossed her phone on the long conference table. "New flavor of the month?"
"We're taking over Rainbow Records. I need your support." Fitz stated, ignoring her comment.
"She's different from the other women you've fucked." Mellie chuckled. "She seems wholesome and less bimbo-ish."
"The board is in the conference room and I need your vote." He groaned.
Mellie crossed her arms in front of her chest. "You know Charlotte is still pissed you fucked her and didn't return her calls."
"Tell your friend she was a boring lay."
Mellie whined. "Ugh, Fitzgerald. Why do you keep doing this to my friends? I am the one making excuses when you don't call them back."
Fitz swallowed hard. "They pursue me, Mellie. I am upfront and clear about my intentions before I sleep with them. They interpret fucking for falling in love. I'm done with your friends and any other women. My focus is on Olivia."
Mellie laughed. "I hope she knows what she's signed up for. You've fucked around…a lot. Sowing your wild oats is an understatement. I'm sure your fan club won't be too happy when you tell them you're off the market.
"Mr. Grant the board is getting restless." Rebekah chimed on the intercom.
"We're on our way." He turned to Mellie. "Do I have your vote?"
"Our fathers are probably turning over in their graves. They would have never bought a record company. You have my vote and support." She lifted her purse from the table. "I'll do anything for you, Fitz. I owe you my life."
"Thank you, Mellie." His voice softened.
X
Abby watched Olivia, Josh and Mona leave for the evening. "I thought they would never leave." She groaned, strolling to Brian's office. Brian was finishing a call. She searched his desk for the divorce papers he'd shown her earlier. She flipped through them and smiled. She'd waited for this moment for five years. Brian was finally divorcing his wife. No more secrets. He ended the call and patted his lap. She hiked up her skirt and straddled his waist. "When are you giving her the papers?"
"Soon, baby." His fingers released the first two buttons on her blouse. "I'm concerned about the boys, I need to make sure I do it right."
"You've been waiting for the right time for five years, Brian." Abby snuffed.
He sucked in a breath, releasing her bra, allowing her breasts to flow freely in his face.
"Give her the papers this weekend." Abby demanded, undoing his belt buckle.
Brian chuckled. "Not going to happen, Abby. I'll give them to her when I'm ready. Don't push me on this."
"You've been dictating this relationship from the moment we slept together. I'm tired of it." She stood from his lap and grabbed her bra, clasping it around her back.
Brian closed his eyes, trying to keep his temper under control. Abby could easily tell his wife about their affair, ending his marriage and career. He'd been reckless a few times. Bringing her to his home, taking her on vacations when he should've been home with Raven. "I love you. Doesn't that mean anything to you." He said, softly.
"If you loved me Bri. Truly loved me, you would have ended things with Raven a long time ago." She wiped at her eyes. "I'm going out for drinks tonight. I have to go."
"Abby, don't leave. Come here." He cradled her in his arms. "I'm going to do the right thing by us. I just need time." He kissed the side of her neck. A little more of your patience and I promise it will get better." He pressed his lips to hers, swiping the tear away from her cheek.
"You keep asking for more time, Brian." She wiped at her eyes.
He kissed her forehead, "I hate seeing you upset. Let me make it better."
Abby had fallen in love with Brian the first day she met him. Their attraction to each other was undeniable. He tried to resist falling prey to an affair. He had a wife and kids. Their first kiss happened on his son's birthday. The first time they slept together was in his office after signing a major advertising deal. Raven had no idea he was having an affair. She never questioned his long nights at work. She was the faithful, doting wife. He knew he was wrong and feared losing everything but Abby satisfied him in ways Raven didn't. Abby had tried to end the affair numerous times but Brian always lulled her back with broken promises.
X
Olivia glanced at her watch. They were on their third round of drinks and Abby still hadn't arrived.
"I'm calling her." Olivia took her phone out of her purse. She dialed Abby's number and looked at the door. "My bad I'm walking in now." Abby said over the phone. "Hey beautiful people." She pushed herself inside the booth sitting next to Olivia.
"What were you doing? Work was over hours ago." Olivia sipped her drink, eyeing Abby.
Abby looked around for the waitress. "I had to finish a project with Brian."
"What project?" Josh leaned back in the booth, crossing his arms with a smirk.
Abby rolled her eyes, calling over the waitress. "Mind your business Josh."
"What am I missing?" Olivia looked from Josh to Abby.
Josh cut his eyes at Abby. "Oh, nothing at all. Abby knows exactly what I'm talking about."
"What do you want? I'm treating tonight." Olivia said.
"Apple martini." Abby answered, turning to the waitress.
Mona twirled the straw in her drink. "Brian was in a mood today. He's so annoying when he's pissed off."
"We're not talking about work." Abby groaned, sipping her martini. "What I really want to know is when does Olivia plan on fucking Fitzgerald Grant. The billionaire. The man who looks like he could paralyze a woman with his dick."
Olivia laughed. "Not anytime soon. We're just friends. But damn…he's making it hard to resist him."
Josh guzzled the rest of his bourbon and alerted the waitress for a refill. "Friends my ass. Men like Fitzgerald Grant don't have women as friends."
"We're taking things slow." Oliva sipped her red wine.
"Girl, please. Grant needs to fuck on a daily basis. If it's not you, it'll be some other woman. This is New York, Olivia, we don't do slow." Abby opened her menu.
Mona rolled her eyes at Abby. "I haven't found one decent man in New York who likes Anime and roleplay. I'm living vicariously through Olivia. I think she has a real shot with Mr. Grant. Abby doesn't talk about her mystery boyfriend at all. Josh has too many women to count."
"No grown ass man wants to dress up like a cartoon character, Mona." Josh chuckled.
Abby guzzled the rest of her martini down. "Snatch the Band-Aid off and fuck him. All of that testosterone and hard male body. He probably can fuck for hours."
"Sounds like you want to fuck him." Mona stated, staring at Abby.
Abby rolled her eyes. "Please. He's not my type."
"Don't listen to her. Let him wait. Don't be that desperate for some dick." Josh chimed.
Olivia sighed. "Thanks, Josh."
"I'm a man, Olivia. Set yourself apart from his norm. That's how you get him and keep him." Josh rested his hand on hers.
Abby started clapping. "And the Oscar goes to…"
Josh interrupted her. "If you'd listened to my advice, you wouldn't be in the predicament you're in now."
"Shut the fuck up, Josh." Abby groaned, cutting him off.
"Guys what is going on?" Mona asked staring at Josh and Abby.
Abby leaned her back against the booth. "Josh is a pain in the ass."
"Calm down, the both of you. Let's enjoy the rest of our evening." Olivia said, ordering another round of drinks.
X
Brian's voice boomed from his office. His mood hadn't changed. No one dared to go near him. Olivia had just returned from her first meeting with Rebekah and was grateful most of her time was spent away from the office. The venue for the vodka launch party was confirmed. The Grant Hotel. One of the hotels he owned. Rebekah knew a lot about Fitz. She'd worked with him for a long time. Olivia feared Rebekah was one of the women he'd slept with but Rebekah made it clear she loved the company of women. Olivia vigorously typed on her computer, writing up the plans for the event. Her email pinged and she opened the browser. It was an email from Fitz.
Fitzgerald Grant
Requests the company of Olivia Pope
Occasion: My favorite things
Date: Thursday
Time: 7PM
Place: My office
X
Olivia waited at the elevator, pressing the button. Excitement radiated through her body. It was Thursday. She couldn't wait to see Fitz. Work had kept him busy and their interactions with each other was limited. Her phone rung as she stepped off the elevator. Glancing at her screen she sighed. It was her mother.
"Hi mom." She answered, leaning her back against the wall.
"It's late and I haven't heard from you."
"Mom, I'm fine. Just working late." Olivia lied.
"Are you coming home for Callie's memorial?" Maya asked.
Olivia took a deep breath. "Yes, I'll be there."
Maya sniffled. "Hard to believe it's been a year."
"Yeah I know." Olivia had lost track of time while in New York. She hadn't forgotten Callie, but her grief was becoming manageable. "Do you need me to do anything?"
"I figured you could give the remarks at the end."
"Sure." Olivia responded, wiping the lone tear that fell from her eye.
"I'll make sure your room is cleaned and ready for you. I miss you and can't wait to have you home."
"Thank you, mom. I'll see you soon." Olivia hung up. She sighed, swiping to her camera, glancing at her face. Her makeup was still intact. She took a deep breath and pushed the door open to Grant Industries. The lights were dimmed throughout the main office. Olivia lightly knocked on Fitz's office door.
"Come in." His deep voice called.
She pushed the door open and her mouth dropped. Candles flickered, lighting the entire office. A large plush blanket was placed in the center of the floor. Two plates were covered with silver domes. A bottle of champagne was tucked inside an ice bucket. Fitz stood at the window with his hands in his pockets, wearing a three-piece navy suit and a silver tie. His curls were messy as if he'd been running his hands through them. Suit porn. Handsome. Primal.
"What's all this?" Olivia asked walking to him, keeping her distance. Her body was already an inferno just from being in his presence.
"Sharing a little about myself with you." He shrugged and took her hand in his, offered kissing the back of it. His touch was soft and warm. Sending shivers through her body. "Everything looks really nice."
"You've been on my mind all day." He pressed his lips against her forehead, sighing in relief. Touching her calmed him.
Olivia glanced up and his lips dropped to hers. "If I kiss you, I won't be able to stop." He murmured.
Olivia stepped out of his embrace, hoping to silence her rapid heartbeat. "Tell me what you have planned for us."
He led her to the blanket, easing them both down, "I wanted to share a few of my favorite things with you."
Olivia nodded with a smile.
"You won't find any of this on Google." He chuckled, lifting the bottle of scotch, pouring it in a glass, "Glenfiddich, 1937." He swirled the brown liquid before taking a sip. "It is very rare. There are only 61 bottles left and I have 20 of them."
Olivia took a sip and frowned. "It's strong. How often do you drink it?"
"Special occasions." He answered.
He handed her the next item. It was a cigar. "This cigar is rolled with Himalayan tobacco leaves and watered with Fiji water. It's wrapped in gold leaves and the band is covered with diamonds."
Olivia held the cigar in between her fingers, bringing it to her lips, pretending to smoke it. His eyes widened as her lips firmly clasped around the cigar. He imagined her lips around him, satisfying him, swallowing every drop of his seed.
"How do I look?" Olivia asked.
"Perfect." He groaned. "This is for you." He handed her a black box with the word ROLEX on it.
Olivia opened the box. Her eyes met his. "I can't accept this, Fitz."
"Give me your arm." It wasn't a question, more of a demand. He took the watch from the black box and placed it around her wrist.
"Fitz." Olivia exhaled.
"The band is 18k white gold and the setting has thirty-two diamonds. The Rolex watch is a symbol of excellence and prestige." He explained.
Olivia flicked her wrist, admiring the watch. "It's beautiful."
"Time is all we have. You can either use it or waste it. I plan on using every second, every minute, every hour, pleasing you and giving you the best version of me." He scooted closer to her and pressed a soft kiss to her neck. "I'm not perfect, Olivia. I have flaws."
Olivia swallowed hard, feeling his warm breath against her skin. "So, do I, Fitz."
He lifted the domes off the two plates. "Lastly, my mother's spaghetti and meatballs. It was my favorite as a kid and still is. I had her make it just for you."
"You told your mother about me?" Olivia asked.
"I asked her to make the dish for a friend." He smiled, handing her a fork.
Fitz slid out of his jacket and tossed it on the floor. He slurped up the noodles, encouraging Olivia to do the same. It was heavenly. The rich sauce, noodles, and spice made the dish pleasing to her taste buds. The entire evening was perfect. Fitz was perfect. "I'm leaving for Georgia in a few days." Olivia blurted out, nervously.
He nodded, taking her hand in his, bringing her to stand with him. He wanted her in his arms. He tightly wrapped his arms around her waist and Olivia melted against his chest. She stared at the New York City skyline. "My sister's memorial."
"Will you be ok?" He asked, kissing the side of her neck.
Olivia shrugged. "Yes."
"How can I help?" He intertwined his fingers with hers.
"I'll be ok. Can I call you if I need you?"
"Always." He cleared his throat. "I'm leaving for London, tomorrow."
Olivia turned in his arms, looking up at him. Fiddling with the top button on his shirt. "What's in London?"
"I have to close a deal." He stated, kissing the back of her hand.
"How long will you be gone?"
"A week. If everything goes well."
"Are you traveling alone?" She asked.
"Yes." He tilted her chin, bringing his lips to hers. "Unless you want me to send a plane for you."
Olivia smiled. "Thank you for tonight."
"My pleasure." He swiped two strands of hair behind her ears. The candles twinkled giving the room a romantic feel. His eyes met hers, boring into her soul. She licked her lips, anticipating his next move. He crashed his lips on hers, slowly gliding his tongue inside her mouth. Olivia moaned into the kiss, deepening it. In one swift move, he pushed out of his vest. Olivia pulled on his shirt and he tugged it from his pants. Her hands slipped under his shirt, rubbing up and down his skin. He shuddered at the contact. Her fingers trailed his abs, slowly gliding to his nipples, carefully toying with them. "Fuck." He groaned, breaking the kiss. His eyes were a shade of gray, filled with lust and desire. Olivia brought him back to her lips, missing his warm touch. He pulled her flush against him. His erection prominent, pressing against her stomach. He dipped lower, allowing the friction to meet her core. His hand cupped her breast and she tilted her neck, allowing him more access. Her clit throbbed, begging to be touched. She was going to explode at any minute. Her knees buckled and he lifted her, never breaking the kiss. They were moving but she didn't know where they were going. Fitz brought her down on his lap and she placed both legs on each side, straddling him. She's lost in him. His hands move up her thighs, disappearing under her skirt. He's gifted with her bare ass. A thong. His dick twitched. He was on the verge of exploding in his slacks.
"How close are you?" He moaned, rocking his hips, imagining he was deep inside her.
"Close." Olivia whispered, circling her hips against his erection.
His deep, raspy voice sends her over the edge, "Sweetheart, cum for me."
She falls against his chest, panting, trying to slow her breathing. His hand slowly circled her back as he whispered, "you're so beautiful when you cum."
Olivia lifts from his chest blinking. She tried to stand from his embrace. He holds her steady on his lap, "please don't run."
"Fitz, I'm sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen."
"For what to happen?" He asked, adjusting his pants.
"This!" She pointed to him. "I just dry humped you like a sex deprived teenager."
He chuckled. "I enjoyed it."
"Fitz." She stood, straitening her clothes. Her thoughts racing. "I'm the one who's been adamant about not moving too fast. Starting off as friends. This can't happen again."
"Fuck the friendship thing. It's not going to work." He snapped. "If you want to take things slow, then fine. But I can't be your friend, Olivia. I need to know that you're mine."
Olivia turned and walked to the window, glancing down at the city. "What are you saying, Fitz."
He walked behind her, keeping his distance. "Our attraction to each other is too much for a friendship. I need to kiss you and touch you. We don't have to go any further, but please don't tell me I can't touch you."
"I don't want to stop what we're doing either, but I…."
"We know our limits." He lifted her chin, gently pressing his lips to hers. "I know you want me to earn you and I will. When you're ready to give me all of you, it will be on your terms."
Olivia nodded.
"Take the scotch and the cigar." He stated, pushing his arms through his vest and suit jacket.
"Are you sure?" Olivia asked.
"Yes. When I come and visit you, we'll share it."
Olivia smiled and placed the items inside her purse. She flicked her wrist admiring her new piece of jewelry. She didn't know how she was going to tell her aunt and uncle about Fitz or the expensive watch. Her parents would definitely be the last to know. Moments like these, she really missed Callie. She would be happy for her. She would know exactly what to say to her family.
They stepped off the elevator holding hands. Fitz stopped in the middle of the lobby. "I'll call you when I arrive in London. If you need me before then, call me."
"I will." Olivia smiled.
He pressed his lips to hers. "Mine."