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against her skin, causing her to almost jump out of her chair. She slid it under the table and checked to make sure it wasn’t anything important. A text message was on the screen.
    I can’t wait to taste you.
    She blushe d. It was from Chris, the guy she was meeting up with. There were two more messages behind it:
    To lick your inner sweetness
    And make you cum all over me.
    Heat rose to her cheeks. She fought to hold back a smile. No one had ever spoken to her that way, other than on the internet. Playing around online was one thing. This was another. Olivia grew hot and bothered from reading them.
    Richard had mercy and called for a ten minute break. She took off to the bathroom to compose herself. Splashing some water on her face, she gathered herself before heading back out to the hallway.
    “Something have your attention?” Richard asked.
    Olivia jumped. He’d come up behind her.
    “Excuse me?” She turned to face him. He had a mischievous grin on his face.
    “During the last part of the meeting, you seemed to be smiling to yourself an awful lot.”
    “Is there some sort of law against it?” His close proximity made her nervous.
    “No, I just thought it was something you’d like to share. I like a good joke.”
    Heat rose to her cheeks as she shook her head.
    “Maybe next time. By the way, you look nice today.” He winked at her.
    That earned him a huge smile. She’d tried out one of her newer suits. It was similar to the one Mercedes wore on her website. Unlike her, Olivia kept her top buttoned.
    “I must admit, I do love when a sista has style.”
    “What the…”
    Richard brushed passed her, making his way down the hall.
    Sista? What the heck is he talking about? Why is he messing with me?
    That last comment had Olivia eyeballing Richard the rest of the day. The men in her office never spoke to her in that manner. Although they didn’t speak to her, they spoke at her. Their conversations were geared toward getting a rise out of her, or giving her more work.
    Olivia was so focused on Richard she could barely eat her lunch without taking peeks at him. Their meeting finally ended after three. By then, she yearned to get away. Those stuffy men were on her last nerves. Everything was the president’s fault, and nothing got resolved.
    The elevator opened. She hopped on, leaned up on the back wall, and closed her eyes.
    “Surely, I didn’t bore you that much.”
    Olivia opened one eye to see a pair of gray ones looking back at her.
    “Richard, of course not. It was the three before you and the two after,” she let slip.
    “I like your honesty. They’re rather boring to me as well.”
    “About your sista comment earlier…”
    The elevator opened.
    “Well, here’s my floor. I’d love to see you around dinner time,” he said.
    “I have plans, sorry.”
    “Lucky guy.” He stepped out and let the door close.
    Richard confused her more and more by the minute.
    After a hot shower, Olivia, still in her bath towel, sat in front of her laptop. She entered Richard’s name and pulled up some information.
    Marketing Director next inline to be the CEO to one of the largest insurance companies in the United States…made the Forbes 500 List for the 5 th year in a row…the company is headed by CEO Edward Lawson and his legacy Richard Lawson…his mother is German and his father Italian.
    Go figure. His dad is the CEO and he’s Italian.
    Olivia still wasn’t going to dinner with him. She looked up the directions for the Jazz Club where she was supposed to be meeting her date. It was closer than she thought.
    She decided to eat at the restaurant downstairs before leaving for her rendezvous. Olivia had to admit this hotel had great food. Her steak was perfect. Well done, but not burnt. It was so tender she could’ve used a butter knife to cut it. The staff was wonderful as well. She didn’t feel rushed, which normally happened whenever she ate alone.
    After leaving her gracious waiter a hefty tip, she