Free Mistaken Identity by Breah Elise Page A

Slade’s.  You say the word and any position you want is yours.”
    And Olivia knew he was speaking the truth.  While that thought was comforting, his arms around her were not.  He was holding her a little too close; his breath a little too warm on her cheek and she began to attempt to pull away.  David didn’t budge.  When she clearly began to struggle, he finally got the hint.  Actually, his grip loosened and she felt him tense up, staring toward the door.  She followed his gaze and gasped.
    Daniel.
    There was no denying that he’d seen them dancing together; his expression was one of barely banked fury.  Dammit.  Olivia stepped away from David and was about to walk toward where Daniel was standing but he turned abruptly and walked out.
    She turned back to David and was ready to unleash her own fury on him .  He had said that Daniel wasn’t going to be there!  Had that been the truth or did he set this whole thing up as some sick and twisted game to taunt his brother?  Olivia looked at him, the question on the tip of her tongue, but he was simply standing there with a smirk on his face.  “I think that went well, don’t you?”

Chapter Eight
     
    “Okay, missy, time for you to get up and shower,” Tina said as she walked around her guest room opening the curtains and blinds to let in the sunlight.  It had been two weeks since the night she’d danced with David and she’d barely resurfaced since.
    “Why?” Olivia mumbled.
    “Because the pity-party is over and you scared the neighbors when you went to get the mail.”
    “Not funny.”
    “Wasn’t trying to be,” Tina sighed as she sat on the side of the bed.  “Look, I booked a last minute party and all of our servers are busy so it’s me and you tonight.”
    Olivia whined.  “For real?  Why?  I am in no shape to act as a server tonight, Tina.  There has got to be someone else.”
    “Believe me, if there was, I would have called them. Because this?” she said, gesturing to the lump Olivia formed in the bed, “is going to take a lot of work to make presentable.  So go get in the shower and we are going to do a quick salon trip and get you all shiny again.”
    “I don’t want to be shiny.”
    “Too bad.”
    With more whining and complaining, Olivia made her way to the bathroom and once under the steamy spray she had to admit that it did feel good.  With a sigh, she realized that Tina was right; the pity party time was over.  So things didn’t work out; was she really surprised?  The whole relationship with Daniel had started out in a bizarre physical way and they didn’t have a good working relationship before so really, the fault was all hers for thinking that it was going to be something more.
    She just wished it didn’t hurt so damn much.
    Thirty minutes later Olivia was showered and dressed and felt more human than she had in days.  Tina dragged her out the door and to the car and at what seemed like warp speed , she was being pulled through the doors of the salon.  Tina leaned across the reception desk.  “Hi, I called about thirty minutes ago.  We have the…”
    “Oh, you’re the emergency appointments!”  The perky blonde behind the desk squeaked and Olivia wanted to slap her.  When she walked away, she turned to Tina and scowled.  “You told her we were emergency appointments?”
    “Well , you are.”
    As much as it pained her to admit it, Olivia knew she was right.  “Fine.  I’m not even going to ask what they’re going to do, just do it and get it over with.”
    Tina gave her a wicked smile.  “Believe me, you had no say either way.”
    Two hours later Olivia’s head was spinning.  She had gotten a manicure, pedicure, facial and a haircut.  “Do you want her makeup done?” the stylist asked Tina while Olivia was still staring in the mirror marveling at how fabulous her hair looked.  Before she could voice her own opinion on the matter Tina gave the go-ahead.
    Thirty minutes later Olivia was