Well, class is about to start. When will I see you back at the flat?
ME
I have a few more meetings, but I’ll be home before five. I’m taking you out for dinner.
OLIVIA
See you then, Dooku.
ME
Hey. I’m on the right side of the Force. If anything, I’m Yoda. But hot.
OLIVIA
Shoulda quit while you were ahead, Nerdballs.
“Shit,” I say under my breath, shaking my head and grinning. I can’t wait to rewatch all theStar Warsmovies with her, naked.
I look up and remember I’m in a meeting with Archie and Buxby. Or whoever.
Slipping my phone back into my pocket, I say, “Right. Merrick will be able to tell you the optimal PPFD and positioning for each crop, but I can tell you right now that the blue light for the leafy greens should be four hundred fifty nanometers. And could I get some water? I need to front load my magnesium supplements.”
When I finally return to the flat, I no longer feel the effects of jet lag because I’m so fucking excited to see Olivia again. I enter the front door quietly, finding her shoes and the duffel bag she tookto ballet class in the entrance hall. I can smell her perfume. I can hear music playing from her phone in the drawing room.
Maybe she’s dancing and stretching, and she’ll crawl to you on her hands and knees again,my cock is thinking.
But when I step through the doorway, I find her sitting cross-legged on the big picture window ledge. She’s backlit by the summer afternoon light. The sun gently filters through the thin fabric of her white blouse, illuminating the outline of her naked breasts as she reads the book she’s holding in her lap.
This will also do,my cock decides.
Her legs are bare. Smooth. She’s wearing nothing but a blouse and panties as she awaits my return. That seems like such a high-level, live-in girlfriend move. There’s a wineglass on the table nearby, with a little red wine left in it.
If I could come home to this every day, I’d be the luckiest man who ever lived, but I’d have a nonstop erection. Could be bad for business.
When she hears me sigh, she drops the book and runs toward me with the grace and speed of a panther, leaping into my arms and wrapping herself around me. She is somehow lighter than air and strong enough to do whatever she wants her body to do, and she is kissing me all over my face. I’m too happy to speak. I don’t want to move, don’t want this to end.
My face is a stage, and her lips are dancing all over it.
Olivia, Olivia, Olivia.
Her mouth finds mine, and she kisses me with the kind of passion that motivates men to fight in wars and build empires and buy fresh lavender bouquets in Pittsburgh in the winter.
Her tongue tastes like Cabernet Sauvignon, and I feel drunk.
When she pulls her head back, she says, “Hi, Yoda. How was your day?”
“Oh, my day is just getting started. How are you doing?”
“I’m kind of tipsy and doing an amazing job of not showing it!”
“I never would have guessed if you hadn’t told me.” I turn and carry her through the entrance hall, to the back, and out to the walled garden.
“I couldn’t stop thinking about you all day,” she says, circling her arms around my neck.
“Yeah? I had an amazing time this morning. Did I mention that? You’re amazing.”
“Thanks. You’re the Baryshnikov of sex!”
