“What do we have?” she asked.
“Whatever you brought,” I said.
She gave me a blank look.
“You did bring a lunch, right?”
She shook her head. “No, I didn’t think I needed to.”
Of course. She was probably used to servants hovering around meeting her every need. The woman probably hadn’t cooked a meal for herself in her life, I’d bet money on it.
“You can try to run out and get something in town, but you’ll have a hard time getting back in time. We only have an hour for lunch.”
“What are you going to eat?” she asked.
“The lunch I brought from home.”
“Maybe I have a granola bar in my purse,” she mused. “I know I have some water.”
I sighed, opening my desk to pull out my lunch bag. I gave her one of the peanut butter and jelly sandwiches I’d brought as well as an apple, saving the other sandwich, chips, and banana for myself.
“Help yourself to a bottle of water from the refrigerator in the kitchen,” I instructed.
When she sat there looking at the sandwich like she’d never seen one before I prodded, “Go join the guys outside. I have work to do.”
“Okay.”
She got up, then paused in the doorway to look back at me.
“Thanks for taking care of me Sam,” she said. “With the cut and the sandwich.”
“Yeah, well, I hope you like peanut butter and jelly.”
She cocked her head. “I don’t think I’ve ever had that.”
“Your mom didn’t make you and PB and J when you were a kid?” I asked, already knowing the answer.
“Uh no,” Olivia scoffed. “She left the cooking to the household staff.”
“What did you eat in school then?” I asked.
“I went to boarding school. They gave us hot meals.”
“Well you really missed out on the American schoolkid experience there, Princess Livi. Now get out of here so I can work.”
She looked bemused, and maybe a little taken aback. I had a feeling that there weren’t a lot of people in her life who bossed her around like that. I had a flash of what would happen if I ordered her to drop to her knees and lick my pussy, then quickly pushed it away. I was here to work, and she was here to keep herself out of jail.
Even if that wasn’t true, we weren’t exactly the type of people who would date. A high maintenance woman like her dated CEOs and rock stars and people who lived in mansions. The last woman I dated worked in a strip club, the one before that was a waitress. Good, solid people, there was no doubt about that, and definitely from my own social class. I’d learned the hard way that dating outside my station only led to heartbreak.
That didn’t stop me from daydreaming for the rest of the day about what would have happened if I hadn’t pulled away when Olivia leaned towards me. I’d seen the hungry look in her eyes as she stared at my lips, and it had been tempting. Maybe if I wasn’t technically her boss I would have satisfied my curiosity, but I’d worked way too hard to be taken seriously as a woman in this industry. The last thing I needed was to be accused of sexual harassment or inappropriate behavior.
The best plan was to foist Olivia off on Barney and the guys as much as possible. I just needed to keep my distance, and this inconvenient crush would go away. I only hoped it would…
Olivia
Iwoke up with a loud groan. Every part of my body ached, despite the hour I’d spent in the hot tub when I got home last night.
Yesterday morning I would have told you that I was in good shape. I worked out with a trainer three days a week and did yoga and pilates two other days. But construction work required a completely different level of physical fitness.
