Olivia

Chapter 15 (Olivia's POV)

Today marks a week since I have been here with my uncle. Things have been just great. At least, they were when it had nothing to do with Simone. I know how wrong it is, so I fight with myself, daily, to respect my uncle's wife. I don't know what it is about her.

I have been spending time with Tina. Still, my mind strays back to Simone. Our dance is the closest I've ever been to her. I know I shouldn't, but I enjoyed every minute of that dance. I can remember the feel of her in my arms. I can remember the smell of her. I can remember how her face lit up throughout our dance, even if she tried to act like it was no big deal.

I know I can't allow my feelings to get involved. I know I can't make a move. This is my uncle's wife. It is wrong on so many levels.

In just a few minutes, I am to meet with Simone. Phil talked to her about my painting and mentioned that she could help me get the right exposure since she is into advertising. I like the sound of that. I think I need to start earning something of my own. I think the quicker I can get out of this house, the better.

I park the car and proceed to Simone's office. Phil said I could use this car for as long as I wanted. He claims it is an old car, but to me, it's just fine. As long as it can get me to and from where I want to be, I'm content.

I tap on her door.

"Come in."

I open the door, and she doesn't even look up. She looks so sexy at her desk. I can see her hair is a little messy. Maybe she has had a hectic day. She has glasses that I didn't know she wears on the tip of her nose. I, carelessly, sit on the edge of her desk, and that's when she looks up. I blow and pop my gum just then.
She pushes my thigh to get me off her desk, and she mumbles something under her breath.

I giggle and bend over since she pushed me off her desk, resting my elbow on her desk, with my chin resting in the palm of my right hand.

"What's that, aunty?"

I blow my gum into a huge bubble. It's almost touching her face, and she just gives me a dirty look. I inhale, and just as quickly, my bubble disappears.

"Seriously, don't call me that."

I smile, "why? Don't worry. You're not the average aunty."

She sighs, "I don't even want to know what that means."

I twitch my brows at her, alternately.
She pushes my arm this time.

"Get serious! Pull that chair, and let's see what we can do."

About twenty minutes later, I'm feeling good about myself. She has turned me on to some businesses who seem interested in me creating designs for them. I have a few small logos they want done on different materials. I even have a small wall project. They know exactly what they want, and I feel confident that I can do it, even if this will be my biggest and most public work yet. She will also help me with creating my own advertisements. She insists that we can discuss more about it at home.

I turn at the door, "by the way, Gladys invited me to pizza on Friday evening and said I could bring Tina. Also, we are going to that club on Saturday night."

I grin at her, feeling triumphant that Gladys makes everything so easy.
Before she can even express her opinion, I exit her office.