I choose me.

Part 33: Lola Sinclair

Olivia knew she wasn't going to get much work done with Lola around, so when Quinn left and they got a good night sleep, she set her sights on Oceanside, she was also organizing a pitch to the buyers of the grocery stores she'd been pursuing. She was going to start seeing Susan five days a week instead of three. Mulligan had started calling a few nights a week, going over strategy, she liked listening to him grumble.

"I didn't know the postcard industry was so cutthroat!" Olivia laughed, grabbing a light jacket from the closet. He crossed his arms and turned the computer chair away from the desk.
"There's a lot of money to be made in it, plus that's my name on each one." Between painting and perfecting the studio room, he had been sending out pictures to post card and greeting card companies, she hadn't even realized that was a thing. He'd sold one dog picture and one of the waves in Hawaii.

"Are you sure you don't want to go with me to get her?"

He ran his hands through his hair, "Sorry love, I'm gonna have a surf before I lose the light, then I'll start on dinner for you ladies." He was just in board shorts, arms behind his head, he was amazingly sexy without even trying. Olivia dropped her bag and sat down, straddling the arms of the chair.

"You're going to be late." He pushed her hair back behind her shoulders.

"I love you." It was easy for her to say to him now.

"Well I love you too." She kissed him, gripping the back of the chair, pressing into him, his hands squeezed her lower back pulling her harder against him. She grabbed his hair and then gently sucked on his ear lobe which made him squeeze her harder.

"We don't have time." He said breathlessly but she didn't care and pulled the tie of his shorts and slid down to her knees in front of him. Crawford's head leaned back and after a few minutes he pulled her up and bent her over the desk.

"Where are the condoms?" She asked, he laughed as he pulled down her pants and slid the desk drawer open. "I've got these stashed everywhere." and ripped the package open.

"Lola! Lola I'm so sorry!" Olivia jumped out and ran around to Lola, who was sitting on her suitcase, tapping her high-heeled toe on the curb. She was in a yellow halter sundress with a cardigan that matched her wild curls. Her red painted mouth went to an 'O' when she saw her and then she smirked. Olivia hurriedly put her luggage in the trunk and they got in.

"You had sex. That is why you're late." She smacked the dash, Olivia's cheeks got hot.

"No...Noooo I did not." It was a terrible lie. "Fine, I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me, he was just sitting there in his shorts." A shiver ran through her.

"He is...he's hot, seriously." Lola had her phone out and was snapping pictures of everything.

"He's more than that, but yes, he is." She agreed.

"Soooo! What are we doing tonight? I slept on the plane and I am wired!" She said, curls bouncing everywhere.

"Uh sleep? I have training and Crawford is going out early to get some shots on the beach, I'm sorry, we are really boring."

She only pouted for a minute, "That's okay, we need to catch up anyways." She said taking another picture.

"We have wine and booze and Crawford is making us dinner." Lola moaned and clutched her chest, "He is perfect, too perfect, there has to be something wrong with him."

Olivia laughed "No-"

"Men can't be that perfect, does he shave his legs? Mommy issues? Is his penis crooked?"

"Lola!" Olivia swerved slightly.

She laughed, "Well..."

Olivia laughed too, "His...penis is fine."

"Obviously, judging by the state of your hair." She picked up some strands with the long nails of her fingers.

"Oh Lola I've missed you."

The house smelled like comfort. Crawford was in joggers and a t-shirt, tossing vegetables in a pan, he came out to greet them, "Lola Sinclair."

"Oh Fordy, look at you!" She ran up and squeezed him, "I love the house." She looked around.

"The guest room is just in here." Olivia opened up the unused door and rolled her suitcase in and Lola kicked off her heels.

"What are you cooking?" She sniffed the air.

"Rice, broccoli and 'chik'n' casserole. Drink anyone?"

"Yes please." Lola said. Olivia smiled when Crawford glanced at her, Lola caught it.

"Oh my gosh, it's like you're having sex with your looks, geez it's been what? Like almost a year? You two." She snorted and took the large glass of red and drank in a few sips.

"Well I'm going to get in my pajamas, pardon me." Olivia went upstairs and put on her slouchy sweatshirt, shorts and a pair of Crawford's long socks. Lola was in a matching cute pajama set with wide pink cuffs, sitting at the table talking to Crawford.

"There you are!" She looked at her and took in her outfit, then rolled her blue eyes, "Really?" Olivia snorted into her cup and looked down at her socks.

"What? It's comfortable." She went into the kitchen, "Can I help?"

"This, you can't keep your hands off of this?" She said to Crawford with a wink to Olivia.

"I can't resist a woman in my socks Lola." He pulled the casserole out of the oven.

"It's crazy how much has changed in the last couple of years, well with all of you. Me, I'm still the same." Lola said over dinner. Olivia looked at Crawford, sipping his scotch.

"We talk about that often."

"I can't believe you moved in here." Lola pushed her empty plate away.

"Why?" She blurted back.

Her friend looked taken aback, "I didn't mean anything by it, calm down!" They dropped it after that. Crawford went up to his studio, her and Lola drank the whole bottle of wine and laughed until their stomachs hurt.

It was a whirlwind few days. Lola trained with her which was nice, but she didn't manage to get much other work done, Lola had her all over town, even getting a facial and mani/pedi, all under severe duress.

"See, I left you better than I found you." She had hugged her tight at the car rental shop. "I knew we'd be life long friends Liv, you tried not to be, but here we are." Olivia coughed when Lola hugged her again, taking in a big face full of hair.

"You are something else Lola Sinclair." Olivia closed the trunk of the convertible coupe, "Drive safe okay?"

"I'm glad you're happy." She said on a more serious note.

"Thanks, I'll see you."