Olivia

Chapter 32 (Olivia's POV)

Two weeks later, I am set to start my new project. This one is a flight away, but I don't mind. I love the exposure, and the pay is great.

Maybe a change in environment will help clear my cloudy mind. I'm still in a state of confusion by how everything has played out since I've moved here. Simone is proving to be just an experience. Even when I thought deep within myself, it was more than that. I will not chase or force something on her that is, obviously, one-sided. It's clear that I'm the one who fell for her and not the other way around.

The sound of the hostess voice brings me back to reality. She instructs that we are about to land. Jeez! Where did the time go? It feels like I only just boarded.

Clearing through all the necessary security checks, I have my bag in hand, ready to be away from the hustle and bustle of the airport. I see one sign in the distance. That must be me. I will be picked up and taken straight to my new project. I'm ready and excited.

I introduced myself to my chauffeur, and we hit it off. He's a Hispanic guy about mid forties, but he seems cool.
We reach our venue in record time, and I hop out, eager to see my newest and biggest project yet. Quan, that's his name, takes me inside the building to get me acquainted.

I'm on to the last person to be introduced to. She has her office chair swiveled backward and is finishing a phone conversation. The color of her hair is the first thing that catches my eyes, almost red. It's sexy, I like it.
The chair does a 180° turn, and I'm sure my mouth is hanging open a bit. Quan is getting ready to make the introductions, but he is cut off.

"I will take it from here, Quan. Thank you."

He nods and exits the room.

"Have a seat, Livvy."

This is the person I'm going to be working the closest with? Simone? I don't know how to feel.

I sit, and as I look across at her, I can feel her. I know that what I was feeling wasn't one-sided. As I look at her, I know and feel in my heart that things will be different this time. Yes, I have said I will not chase after her, but there is no way I will get another chance with her and not take advantage of it. I believe this will be my best project. I believe this will be my most rewarding job yet.

I sit back and listen to her explain what she is looking for and what we will, and will not do. I'm lost in the feel and the sound of her familiar voice. I have so many questions I want to ask that has nothing to do with work, but I know I will have the time to ask all that I want.

"I will appreciate it if you will be here at 8:00 am tomorrow morning. Is that ok?"

I stand and nod, and she stands behind her desk. She walks to the front, resting her ass on the edge of her desk, and folds her arms under her breasts. This new hair color is definitely a good look on her.

Chewing like crazy, I drag my eyes up and down her body, and she sticks out her hand in my direction.

I look at her hand and back at her face. I walk, slowly, towards her. I can see her shift a little. I wrap my arms around her, making sure my hands stop right above her ass. Definitely not suitable for work, but I want her to know how I still feel about her. I want her to understand that I haven't given up. She hugs me back, not complaining.

I walk backward to put some space between us, blow a bubble, and pop it, looking at her.

She shakes her head, and I exit her office.

I walk out of that building feeling like I have been paid already. I see my reward already. I am confident that this time, it will work. I am confident this time she will stay, she will be mine. This will be my best project yet.