To Intrigue a Cavelli [The Seven Cavelli Brothers #1]

1. | First Meeting |

Hi! I am still juggling exams but on a positive note, they all end on 18th of this month! Yay! Anyway, thanks Banana2Boo for commenting on the Prologue, you rock gal!! Anyway, this is the official FIRST chapter of To Intrigue A Cavelli. Dedicated to karishmaddave for the first follow after I published the Prologue!

Oh, and Alessandra Ambrosio is what I'd imagine Ollie would look relatively similar to...

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Prude, Olivia Clarkson or Ollie to her friends tasted the word on her tongue. Somehow, it seemed bitter. Sure she hadn't had sex in five-ish years but she didn't consider herself a prude.

Her partner hadn't been very talented despite the rumors regarding his so called talents in that department, in fact, Ollie had spent the whole night pretending that she enjoyed the mindless groping and feverish thrusts.

So when her colleagues had gifted her the nicely wrapped gift, covered in pink ruffles and bows, she was fully expecting to see a fancy dress or some expensive lingerie, but when she had opened the box, thank god it was in the confines of home, she had been greeted by various toys that may or may not assist her in the art of masturbation.

The box had been filled with various types of sex toys, from tiny balls attached to a string, to plain dildos with vibrating switches.

It had been an early birthday gift they'd claimed, loosen up! Had been the words that followed after. Ollie had no time to loosen up as they called it.

Ollie was a devoted pediatrician and a child-rights activist you don't want to cross.

Curing babies and being the guardian angel of orphan children had been her favorite past time for as long as she could remember and she was damn proud of it.

The very nature of her work combined with her feminist nature had drawn an invisible line between her and her possible suitors, not that she cared for any though.

The said box had been safely stored away in the deepest darkest corner of her closet along with the other toys she had owned, some of which she had bought herself and the others she had the misfortune of receiving as gifts on various occasions.

It was surprising how people get bothered by her no-sex no-play rule.

She rubbed her face, at least aimed to do so until she remembered her carefully applied makeup, if she spoilt it now, surely, her boss, Deborah White would have a heart attack.

The woman had gone through extensive measures to ensure that each and every one of the women who volunteered to be auctioned off were perfect from head to toe.

Ollie was dressed in a light orange dress, it had a sweet-heart neckline and left her back bare. The skirt was floor length and emphasized her curves at the right places. And since the dress was bare back and had paddings inside, she was braless.

Her hair was in an elegant up do and brought attention to the curve of her neck as well as to the glittery earrings she wore.

Her lips were stained a tempting red and Ollie decided that the beautician did a wonderful job, she looked ramp ready.

She was pulling on her Louboutins when Deborah opened the door, for a woman of 40 something, Deborah was aging nicely.

"Ollie," She grinned upon seeing the brunette, "The auction is about to start, if you want to mingle a bit before it does, feel free to do so." Deborah smiled, quite pleased when Ollie nodded.

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Deborah was a woman who knew how to throw a grand party, now Ollie had been to countless other functions held by many different people, yet she hadn't found anyone as capable and crafty as Deborah when it comes to a party. Perhaps it was generations of practice put to work, after all, the White's had been around for generations of practice; Deborah White was a woman who grew up being fed from a silver spoon.

Nonetheless, Ollie went around, not bothering to sip the sparkling champagne, opting instead to carry out small talk with the various attendees, of which she knew most from either the gossip magazines or through friends.

In all honesty, if Ollie had it her way, she'd be at home, dressed in her PJ's and watching Grey's Anatomy, not in an extravagant party-slash-auction dressed in a fancy dress and pantie less.

The material of her dress preventing her from wearing panties and she wasn't willing to show off any pantie lines, furthermore, all her thongs were all in the laundry bin. Ollie signed, regretting not doing her laundry the previous week.

"Ollie," She had turned towards her colleagues when she had heard her name being spoken, not quite far from where she was stood Dimitri Kolovos, he had been a family friend and his parents owned a successful import company and he was her best friend.

"Damn," He grinned circling her, "You look good!" He told her, if it had been any other male other than Dimitri was looking at her the way he was, she'd be seriously creeped out, but Dimitri god bless him was gay and married.

"Thank you," Ollie grinned back, "You don't look bad yourself either." She replied, both of them worked at the same clinic with Dimitri handling the reception. His husband, Luca Kolovos, was a successful entrepreneur and was a well-known art collector with galleries all over.

Luca too nodded in approval. Their conversation was cut of short when someone cleared their throat behind them. "Mr. Kolovos," A deep masculine voice greeted and Ollie felt its caress all the way to the tip of her toes.

"Ah, Mr. Cavelli," Luca was smiling, "To what I owe you this pleasure?" He inquired and Ollie turned to face the man, instantly feeling a wave of arousal sweep through her. Ollie knew that if she'd been wearing panties, they'd probably be ruined.

No man had ever gotten such a reaction from her and with effort, she managed to suppress the raising lust.

"......And this is Ollie Clarkson," Ollie snapped back to reality just as Luca said her name. "She works at the clinic as a pediatrician, but I believe you must have heard of her in the news?" Luca inquired and Ollie shook his hand coolly, internally struggling to contain herself from jumping his bones.

"A pleasure to meet you, Ollie." He purred, his accent thick and Ollie decided that it was her undoing. "Like wise." She flushed lightly, counting on the dim lighting of the hall to hide it.

Discreetly, she checked the time on her watch, something she needed to have on her persona 24/7 and decided that there was enough time for her to take a breath of fresh air before she was sold off to the sharks.

"Well, I guess I'll see you around, Dimitri," Ollie tried to act composed but was afraid the breathless in her voice would give her away. "Mr. Cavelli." She nodded towards the grey eyed man sent to torture woman kind. "Vitelli." He replied instantly. "Vitelli..." Ollie echoed before hurrying away.

This ought to be an interesting night. Ollie thought, not liking the tingles between her legs at all.

That's it!! Comment/follow and vote for more!! Sorry for the possible errors, I am very busy and can barely spare enough time to write a chapter much less proof read it with all the exam stress and on top of it all, we are moving out!! Anyway, thank you all so much for the reads though!!