“Well, I figured that since you are a romance author and all. I meant, what is the book about?”
Though I think she knew what I meant, she just thought she could get away with a vague answer. Too bad for her, I’m not going to let her get away with it. And now I’m even more curious than I was before she evaded my question.
“Well…” she starts, swallowing thickly. “A woman meets a man in an elevator…”
I raise a brow at that. Is she writing about us? “Interesting… what else?”
“Oh, you know, the typical romance. They date… kiss… that kind of thing.”
I smirk at her leaving out the juicy bits that I now know for sure are in that book of hers.
“Do they have sex in that book of yours?”
Her cheeks are now crimson. “Maybe…”
“Hmm…” I tease. “On an elevator, by chance?”
“No!” she replies so quick and so vehemently that I can’t help but wonder what exactly happens in the elevator in the book.
My mind goes to our very first elevator ride. How she moaned and squirmed under my touch. Her sweet sounds and the desperate way she moved against me as I gave her what I now know was her first orgasm. I can see why she would want to include such a moment in her book. Definitely inspiring.
I want to ask more about her work but need to get to the office and catch up on everything I had to set aside for my impromptu trip to Houston. I let out a sigh because the last thing I want to do is leave.
“I have to go to the office.”
Olive pouts before she can school her expression. I’m glad to know she hates the idea as much as I do. Thankfully she understands. I can see it in her eyes.
“Well, not all of us can have bosses as cool as mine,” she teases. I know she’s giving me a hard time because both of us are our own bosses. She’s insinuating that my boss is a jerk. Honestly, he is.
The responsibility of my company weighs heavily on my shoulders. Not for the first time since I met Olive do I wish I could slack off more. Take time to just be with her and damn the consequences.
Sam would shit a brick if he knew what I’m thinking right now. We’re both married to the company. He may have better relationship skills than I do, but he’s still been divorced twice now. He’s on the lookout for Mrs. Wilson number three, though. We all know his real wife will always be the business.
I quickly dress in my same clothes from last night and give Olive a sizzling kiss before leaving. Somehow, I feel like I’m leaving a piece of myself behind. That should scare me, but it doesn’t.
CHAPTER
NINETEEN
OLIVE
As soon as Harrison leaves,I sit down at my desk with a piece of paper and a pen. My decision made to write one final letter to Thomas to end things.
I just can’t see myself with anyone but Harrison.
Dear Thomas,
Thank you for your letter. I’m so sorry to do this, but things aren’t going to work out between us. I actually met someone, and I have to see where it goes. I know Rita is so sure that we are a perfect match, and honestly, this could be a huge mistake that ends in heartbreak, but the man I met… I just can’t walk away.
It’s not fair to either of you to continue writing you letters while pursuing things with him. I’m sorry for wasting your time.
Good luck. I hope you find the same happiness I have.
Olive
I reread what I wrote and feel satisfied enough to seal it up in an envelope. I’m surprised by a knock at the door and regret not getting dressed after Harrison left. I shrug to myself and answer the door. I’m obviously not impressing anyone today. I’m a little horrified that Harrison saw me like this, but he didn’t seem to mind. I like that about him.
“Who is it?” I call through the door.
