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I passed out the drinks, then turned to Olga. “I ordered your appetizers.”

She gave me a huge smile that made me feel like a million bucks. “Thanks.”

The next two hours flew by. I learned that Olga and Mark were celebrating closing some big real estate deal, and while I didn’t know the details, it sounded like it had been complicated.

“What are you going to do with your bonus, Olga?” Mark asked. “Finally buy a house?”

My head whipped in her direction, but she stared down at her drink. “I’m going to put it in the bank for now,” she said. “I hate to make any fast decisions.”

Mark looked like he was ready to argue, but Lainie put her hand on his arm, silencing him.

“You’ll get a house when you’re ready,” Lainie said.

Olga gave her a grateful smile. I knew Olga hated people telling her how to live her life, even if it was something she respected like her boss.

We had a second round of drinks, and then a third, along with some additional appetizers. Mark wasn’t a big guy – he was about an inch shorter than Olga – but he was fit and could put away food with the best of them.

“We’d better go,” Lainie said as they polished off the last of their kobe beef sliders. “If we stay any longer I’ll have to have another drink, and then I’ll be good and drunk.”

“Okay sweetheart.”

Mark got up. “I’ll settle the tab.”

“I got it,” I said.

“Oh no, I insist,” he said. “I promised Olga to take her out to celebrate, so tonight is on me.”

“In that case we should order another drink,” I teased Olga.

To my surprise, she agreed. I needed to take a piss, so I stopped at the bar and asked Manuel to send us another round on the way to the bathroom. When I got back, Mark and Lainie were gone, but I slid back into the booth next to Olga anyway.

“Are we those people now?” she asked, raising one eyebrow at me.

I loved it when she did that.

“What people?” I asked.

“The people who sit on the same side of the booth even though no one else is at the table.”

“Yeah we are.”

We stared at each other, electricity arcing between us, then Olga licked her lips. My cock twitched, and I leaned forward to kiss her.

“Here you go, boss. Two dirty martinis made with vodka.”

I sighed as Manuel interrupted our almost kiss.

“That keeps happening to us,” I said to Olga as we both took big gulps of our drinks.

“What?”

I knew she knew, but I said it anyway. “Every time I try to kiss you, some asshole interrupts us.”

Her hand went to her heart, as if she felt a strong emotion at my words, then she slid it down to touch my thigh, giving me a little squeeze through the fabric of my pants.

“Maybe we should continue this conversation at home,” she suggested.

“Maybe we should.”