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Olivia
I step out of the shower before starting my evening routine, I look at the time, it's not that late yet, so I decide to do a facemask, feeling my winter dry skin. I grab my fluffy robe and put it on before going into my small living room and over to my kitchen to make a cup of tea, while recalling the events of tonight. Daniel had been tongue-tied when I flirted with him and pretty pissed when I flirted with Nick. I have to admit, Nick Cornwall was even hotter in person, but all my research told me to stay the hell away from him. Then again, probably the only reason I thought he was hot is the same reason I find Daniel hot, they're both assholes, in their own way. But after our discussion we had just talked, and I hate to admit it, Daniel was nice. We talked about our families, he told me about his first pet, a guinea pig named snuff. He had been watching a movie in the living room and his father came in and accidentally sat on the poor guy. Daniel had never recovered and never gotten a new animal after that. I told him about my family dog that was originally named Tamp but I was young and for some reason kept calling him Taco, so that just became his name.
I grabbed the hot water and poured it over in my cup. I had always dreamt of an apartment similar to Carries in sex and the city. Even though my apartment is way smaller and has a completely different layout, I love having my windows facing the busy streets of New York. I take my cup of tea and walk over to my window nook. Sitting down I look at my phone while my computer is starting. 3 missed calls from Daniel. It had only been like one hour since he dropped me off, it had to be important. I look at the time, it is almost eleven. So instead of calling I decide to send him a text in case he is sleeping.
To Daniel Parker
Was in the shower, what can I help you with?
I take a sip of my tea and type in my computer password when my phone beeps. I look down and read it before getting into a panic mood.
From Daniel Parker
On my way over
I look around my apartment, it wasn't that messy, but still, there were some stuff laying around, not company appropriate. I throw my computer down from my lap and get up fast, I start running around grabbing clothes, throwing them in to the bedroom and grabbing books placing them in the bookshelf. I hear the doorbell and I take one last look around the apartment before I walk over to the door, pressing the button letting him in to the building I feel a mix of emotions going through me. Daniel Parker is walking up the steps to my small apartment. Why? Had something happened? Or maybe he just couldn't resist me, and he would grab me as soon as I let him through the door, push me down on my couch to kiss me roughly. The thought made me hot, and I could feel myself getting turned on by my stupid, wishful thinking. The doorbell rings and I almost jump, collecting myself before I open it. Daniel steppes in wearing jeans and a cashmere sweater. Casual, but I bet it still cost more than half my closet. He smirks as he sees me.
"Hope I didn't interrupt your evening?" He looks down at my robe, then back at my face; my face that is covered in white, creamy mask. I gasped a bit embarrassed.
"No, no, not at all, just sit down I'll be right back" I say showing him into the living room. He sits down on the couch, and flashes of my wild imagination pops in, I tell him to get comfortable before I walk into the bathroom feeling flustered. I go through some of the clothes in my laundry-bag and find a pair of loose boyfriend jeans and a t-shirt. Nothing fancy but better than a robe, I guess. Before I get dressed, I remove the mask from my face and let my hair back down from the messy bun I had made earlier. I run my fingers through my hair a few times trying to untangle it a bit, before taking one final look in the mirror making sure I look somewhat decent. I open the door to the living room and step out.
Daniel is sitting perfectly still on my couch reading whatever magazine I had left there. I walk past him, and his eyes lift up from the magazine and follows me as I walk over to my small kitchen corner.
"Do you want a cup of tea or anything?" he looks down at his watch like he had to think about it.
"You don't have anything stronger, do you?" by stronger he means alcohol, I look in my refrigerator seeing the cheap wine, then I take it out before opening a cabinet to see what ells I have to offer; I knew I had something, not sure what.
"I have white wine, tequila and whiskey" looking at the whiskey, I have no idea who had left it here, I certainly never bought it.
"Do you have ice?" Gosh this man is high maintenance, but I actually have ice, something I usually didn't bother having in my freezer, but Sam had brought it the last time he was over. Maybe the whiskey was his?
"Of course." I state, like it was obvious that I would have ice.
"Then I'll take a double whiskey." A double whiskey? like I actually know how much a double whiskey is. I grab a glass. I know what whiskey glasses look like, but as my glass collection is limited, I grab a normal milk glass, put some ice in and filled the glass a little over half full. Before I walk back over to him, I grab a wine glass and pour myself a glass of the cheap white wine. He grins as I give him the glass.
"Well at least I got enough" he chuckles looking at the amount I served him. I laugh nervously. Why does he make me so nervous? I feel a strong urge to show him I'm not stupid. I make a mental note that I have to research the right amount to fill the glass for next time. I sit down in one of my chair's opposite from him, looking as he lifts the glass to his nose, inhaling the smell, his eyebrows shoots up and pull together in horror, but he slowly moves the glass to his mouth. I have to swallow a laugh when I see his face. He takes his first sip of my probably grim whiskey and his lips pulls into a straight line. He is doing his best to control himself, not to make a face at the taste from the whiskey I just served him. It's probably not up to his standard, but polite as he is, he takes another small sip before putting the glass down on my coffee table. Then he looks over at my amused face.
"did you like it" I tease, and he chuckles.
"Best whiskey I have ever tasted" he teases back, and I laugh.
"Yeah, you looked like you enjoyed it". He looks down at the glass again, before grabbing it taking another small sip, this time he can't control the disgust on his face.
"No, sorry I can't, this is horrible" he cringes, putting the glass back down, and I laugh even louder.
"It's ok, can I get you anything ells?" I ask about to get up from my chair. He shakes his head.
"No, thank you." I sit back down waiting for him to speak, he was the one rushing over here after all.
"We have a problem. Charles's CFO, Tanner, is suing him" Daniel say his voice annoyed and I look at him surprised. It had only been half a day since we sat in the living room discussing a game plan, what had suddenly changed for the CFO to sue Charles Banner?
"Did he find out?" I can see that Daniel is frustrated, he puts his thumb and his index finger on each side of his face, rubbing his temples. It made me want to go over there and give him a hug or a kiss or just rip his clothes off and fuck him... I blink a few times, stopping my mind going wild.
"Charles is a bit high on himself, and when we told him we needed more evidence to actually go to court he took matters into his own hands and confronted Tanner, and now he is suing Charles of slandering him. It seems his tactic is; if your taking me down I'm taking you with me. And as of right now he got a bigger case than we do." I run my hands through my damped hair.
"Well then we just need to get to work, I say before getting up from the chair walking past Daniel and over to my nook, grabbing my computer, then sitting back down next to him. Daniel looks at me giving me a look I can't read. I'm not sure what kind of look it is, but his eyes are locked on me. I don't know where to look so I grab my wine glass and down what was left before getting up.
"I need another, are you good?" I ask. He shakes his head fast as if he just came back to himself and looks down at his glass.
"For a long time" he jokes, and I smile a little as I walk over to the kitchen again, grabbing the wine bottle and opening it. As I pour the wine in to my glass, I glance over my shoulder at him, he has fallen back into my soft couch with my computer on his lap. He looks thoughtful, and sexy, and gorgeous, and cool, and hot ass hell, and every other adjective I can think of. I know this is wrong, I can't fall for him. I take a deep breath as I close the bottle again telling myself to chill the hell down. He is arrogant, demanding and an asshole, and married... why the hell did he have to be married! I walk back over to the couch and sit back down, and we start discussing different ways to go about winning this case.
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