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

15. | Drunk Seductress |

Vitelli was currently standing in front of Olivia's temporary residence, a seven floor building where the first six were dedicated to various art and the topmost floor was a living residence for the famous art collector Kolovos and his husband. Vitelli had done business with them and had  a few paintings dating to the Renaissance period to boast about hanging leisurely on his penthouse wall.

The security guard took one look at Vitelli and managed not to appear intimidated but had let him in nonetheless. "Mr. Kolovos said we might expect your arrival so he had given you the green light before leaving," The guard offers a smile as he nods at the camera, "Just get to the top floor, Miss Clarkson should be home." He hands Vitelli an electronic key pass.

Vitelli tapped his feet impatiently while waiting for the state of the art elevator to reach his destination. The key allowed him entrance to most places except the actual penthouse. Vitelli pressed the intercom and waited.

It took a few minutes before a slurry voice came through. "Yeah?" Vitelli recognized it as Ollie's almost immediately. "It's Vitelli. The guard let me in." He says and is greeted by silence, and then a hiccup. "Oh! Vitelli Cavelli." Ollie mumbles and for a second Vitelli feels offended as he was under the impression she had completely forgot about him.

"Are you going to let me in?" He inquires and Ollie asks him to wait just a second. There is the sound of the door unlocking and it swings open before Vitelli can open it. And his mouth effectively runs dry as he takes in the woman in front of him.

"Hi! Come in." She says and practically flows inside. Vitelli follows after taking a minute to compose himself.

She hops on top of the stools by the mini bar and swings around to regard him, a glass of wine in hand. She's wearing a pink silk robe, that went down to her breasts in a V, showing cleavage and the inner curves of her luscious breasts. It had parted when she sat down and had revealed both her long legs and was shadowing the most intimate part of her in a tempting fashion. Ollie is devoid of any makeup and her eyes are slightly blurred and she appears- Vitelli realizes with a start- drunk.

She was in fact drunk. Judging by the empty wine bottles, Vitelli also notes the open (and also empty) tubs of Ben & Jerry's ice cream on the marble counter.

It was a miracle she even managed not to fall off while climbing into the stool. "Are you OK?" Vitelli finds himself asking. "I'm fine," Ollie slurs and pours another glass of wine before offering it to him. Vitelli accepts it in a gesture of common courtesy.

"I heard about the break-in." He offers, not making an effort to sit down but takes a sip at the rich wine and doesn't care to appreciate the richness of it in an unconscious male effort not to let his eyes wander from the female in front of him.

"Yeah," Ollie manages a laugh, "You and a few dozen other people." She grins and Vitelli feels slightly disarmed. This version of drunk Ollie was quite different from the normally sophisticated one when she was sober and the drunk Ollie that had puked all over him on their first date. "He stole my underwear," Ollie supplies, suddenly feeling weepy, "Nearly all of it. The others were ruined beyond use." She sniffs and pulls of a tissue from the tissue box waiting by the wine bottle she had opened.

"I try not to imagine what he might be doing with it." Ollie shudders and Vitelli suppresses a territorial growl. Oh, he could imagine what exactly the little shit was going to be doing with them.

"It look me years to get them all." Ollie continues, laying her head on the counter in utter defeat, the robe parts and revealed a tan shoulder. Vitelli's eyes cannot help the quick caress they did along the delicate curves of them. And he realises with a jolt that Ollie wasn't wearing a bra, again.

Even drunk, she was a seductress. 

She slowly raises her head and swings back around the bar stool and faces Vitelli. Ollie takes her time to sweep him from toe to head. Her eyes are scorching hot and Vitelli tries not to react to the burn. He might be an asshole, but his Mama had thought him better than to take advantage of a drunk woman. 

"You!" Ollie suddenly exclaims and throws herself on top of the marble counter, her ass facing towards him, the robe had ridden up and Vitelli could see the pink lacy panties she was wearing. He feels himself harden to the point of pain and carefully adjusts himself so that the zipper of the denims he was wearing weren't pressing against his sensitive flesh. 

Ollie comes back down and throws a newspaper at him. It was the same one he had been reading before coming to Ollie. "What the fuck is this?!" She fumes and Vitelli manages to raise a brow, having never heard Ollie swear.

She gulps down the wine in her glass in one gulp and hops of the stool, stumbling right into Vitelli. Ollie groans and holds on as though for dear life. "I feel sick." She mumbles. "Where is the toilet?" Vitelli asks as he puts an arm under her knees and hoists her up into his arms. "There." Ollie points and turns pale.

When Ollie finally manages to vomit into the toilet, Vitelli calmly holds on to her hair and holds out a glass of water after she's done. "Tea." She rasps as Vitelli orders her to get some sleep. He notes how tired Ollie looks and the bags under her eyes. 

After some little effort in finding where the ingredients were, Vitelli manages to make tea, and when he opens the door to the room. Ollie sits up straight on the bed with a loud gasp. She had dozed off and was now looking at him with wide terrified eyes. 

Vitelli has no idea what to do, having never quite been intimate with a woman outside of the bedroom. "Hey," Vitelli croons softly as he places the tea cup on the bedside table and carefully makes his way to her. He keeps his movements deliberately slow, having dealt with Thomas's anxiety outbursts. "It's OK. It's just me Olivia. It was only a dream." He croons and Ollie blinks rapidly at him. "Do you understand? It was only a dream." Ollie nods at him, the movement was slow and she still appear alert but seemed sober.

"My head hurts." She rasps and Vitelli hands her the tea. She accepts it graciously. He waits anxiously as she takes a slow sip. She eyes widen in surprise and she regards Vitelli with appreciation. "It's quite good." She says. Vitelli nods. "Tea is probably the only thing I can make, since Mama used to ask us to make her usual cup every evening." Vitelli offers with a smile. 

"Why don't you give me a few minutes to make myself more presentable?" Ollie offers, trying hard not to blush when her nipples harden in response to the heat in Vitelli's eyes when her state of dress was brought up. He slowly licks his lips and takes a deep breath. Vitelli nods and Ollie's inner seductress has her feeling smug as she recognized the breath Vitelli took was to get his bearings back.

Just as Ollie undoes the ties of her robe, her phone pings and she opens it to see a message from Dimitri.

"Heard the Sexy Hunk is there. Don't do anything I won't. XOXO"

Ollie cannot help the flush of color that appears on her face.

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That's a wrap!