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I did not need to get involved.
It broke all the rules. Not to mention, she didn’t exactly seem very fond of me. I’d watched as she had casually spoken with others. Her smile was bright, warm, and just...friendly.
I wanted some of that.
But I didn’t need it.
“Is there anything else you’d like for us to do, Mr. Whiss?” one of the caterer’s employees asked me, her hands already full of equipment.
“No, you’re all good to go. The night crew will pick everything up and get anything that was missed.”
“Okay, great, thanks.” She gave me a grateful, tired smile and headed toward the door, nodding to the others there with her.
I drank the rest of my beer and tossed it into the trash, my eyes searching for Olivia. I finally caught sight of her, cleaning up a few bottles of champagne.
“I thought the cleaners were supposed to get these,” she grumbled as I approached her, her blonde hair falling into her face.
“They will if you leave them, but…” I paused, picking up one of the bottles. “This one isn’t even empty yet.” I shook it, the contents sloshing around. “See, still some good stuff in there.”
She eyed me before shaking her head. “I guess you can take it home then.”
“Do you want some? We can split it.”
She was hesitant. “Is this some kind of weird employment test or something?”
“What? No,” I chuckled. “Here, I’ll go first.” I popped the top that had been hastily put back and took a sip of the cool champagne. “Your turn.” I held it out to her.
“Um, okay.” Her fingers brushed mine as she took the bottle from me, sending a jitter of arousal right to my dick.
Just a professional chat. That’s it.
But as I watched her lips take in the bottle, my dick sprang to life, wishing that beautiful, plump flesh was wrapped around my erection. Don’t get me wrong, I was definitely the kind of guy that loved a good dirty thought...
But Olivia made me think over the top.
“It’s kind of warm,” she laughed, handing me the bottle. “Like, almost too warm.”
“Yeah, it isn’t great,” I agreed, taking it from her and taking a sip anyway. “But it’s better than it going to waste.”
“Right.” She rolled her eyes. “I definitely see why you and Owen are friends.”
“Yeah.” I nudged her shoulder as she picked up an empty bottle and tossed it into the nearby trash. “You don’t have to clean anymore. Everything is straightened up enough. The weekend crew can handle the rest.”
Olivia let out a sigh. “Okay, then I guess I’ll call it a night.”
“You could...” My voice trailed off as her blue eyes locked with mine, neither of us moving an inch toward the door. “You could help me finish this bottle.”
“I don’t need to drink anymore.” She pulled a bit of flesh into her mouth, her sparkling white tooth bearing down.
Oh fuck.
“Me either.” My voice came out husky, my cock throbbing in my pants for her. “Did you get better acquainted with anyone tonight?”
“Zena is nice.” Her chest heaved as the tension continued to rise between us, and my eyes drifted to the cleavage visible through the lace across her chest. It was a fucking sexy black dress, and all I wanted to do was take it off her.
“She’s a good writer,” I agreed, though I could hardly think of Zena in the moment.
“Yeah, anyway…” Olivia cleared her throat and took a step toward the door. “I’ll see you—” My hand gently grabbed her wrist, and she spun around, facing me again. “What’re you doing, Eli?” Her voice came out in a raspy tone, her mouth slightly parted.
