Let it Rain | Olivine | Book2 | WLW

Chapter 70 "taking care"

Paint is all over her, including her clothes, on her neck, to her jaw, even on the tip of her right ear and her chin.

Olivine is sitting facing the glass walls of their hotel room looking outside and manages to spray the paint remover on her skin. Including on her fingernails, gently tracing each like she has done a manicure on it. It's already six-thirty in the evening, and she hasn't done it yet.

"Can we go to the bathtub so I can help you rinse and remove all the paints?" Katarina suggested. She stood up, ready to lead the way.

"No, the paint is made with special chemicals," Olivine looked up to her, pulling her hands to stop her.

"and it needs specific chemicals to use to remove it; just like love, it cannot be removed easily," Olivine teased her. Katarina attempts to tickle her, and she did.

"Oh god, no! No, no," Olivine curled like a ball, giggling.

"But seriously, it cannot be removed or rinsed with just plain water and soap, so I cannot hop in the bathtub, or otherwise you want to see food for the soul." The first time teasing her hard enough to make Katarina pinch her on the side arms and pinches her nose tightly, Olivine giggles at her.

"That's enough; your face is so red I don't want you to gave a heart attack!" She laughed at her.

"Anyways, let's continue to clean you first," Katarina said, taking the tiny brush for the nails, a soft, damp towel, and starting spraying on her skin. She sprayed on the skin, and the towel did its magic; after wiping it, it's all clean and good; it's easily removed.

After she removed the paint on her neck and her chin. Katarina, holding one of her hands again, Olivine notices she stares at her hand and traces her fingers one by one. She sees Katarina awkwardly holding it, but she continues wiping it until she subconsciously holds it with two fingers. Olivine knew; she saw that coming, but she bit her lower lip and looked away.

"Can you take off your shirt?" She asked permission and replied with a single nod.

Witnessing and continued wiping, and she even moved near or her arms with several coats of paint tracing it slowly. Olivine has no idea how she can hold herself further seeing Katarina in awe. Tracing almost an inch of her.

"What does it feel like up there, Oliv?" She breaks the silence with a random question; she senses the sexual tension on Olivine's part.

Olivine had several dried paints on her shirt and arms as she made a rappel on the high ceiling and did its corners to do manual paint; it cannot be sprayed, as Josh reminded her; it'll change the texture as they tested the paint and the others; it cannot be blended; it'll smudge and create another layer of colors in it.

"Uh... it's peaceful; just my mind floats, and I am also there floating with cables and wires attached to me," she said.

Doing her job meticulously, what her sister Ofelia put her through. That even without consulting her to have that huge deal of a certain project, she just instantly shoved it to the scene. Olivine noticed she is devoured by her eyes and tracing her muscles gently and slowly using the damped cloth. Still she held herself, almost calling all gods and goddesses gave more strength not to give in. Olivine knows the rules, and she held that promise like her dear life depends on it.

Olivine tried to divert her focus to her sister, why she hasn't contacted her yet. And what she has been put through. Remembering things and phrases where she's in a "not my monkeys, not my circus" scenario, and she is participating in it. Her sister is the mastermind behind all of it, and she can't refuse it. She cannot assign her on the auction with the jewelry; it's not her forte to begin with. Taking glimpses at Katarina, still she's not done yet.