Olivia’s POV
I was doing it again. Staring at Alex Gregory through the glass walls of the Harry & Associates conference room like so lovesick teenager. At least this ti I had the excuse of actually needing to look in that direction - the litigation reports weren’t going to review themselves after all. But who was I kidding? Those files had been open on my screen for the past twenty minutes, and I couldn’t tell you a single number from them.
"Get it together, Olivia," I muttered to myself, as I pressed my thighs together. The re sight of him makes dripping wet every single ti. I sighed, forcing my eyes back to my monitor. But it was useless. Like a moth to an impossibly handso fla, my gaze drifted back to him.
There he stood, sleeves rolled up past his forearms, gesturing at the whiteboard with the kind of composure that made senior partners swoon and junior associates trip over their own feet. His perfect body flexed with every movent, and when he smiled - oh God, that smile - I swear I could hear angels singing.
"Drooling over Hercules on company ti again?"
I nearly jumped out of my skin as my office confidante, Harley, appeared beside my desk with two cups of coffee. She placed one in front of with a smirk.
"I wasn’t drooling," I protested, quickly wiping my mouth just in case. "I was... analyzing his presentation techniques."
"Uh-huh." Harley perched on the edge of my desk. "And I suppose you’re analyzing how his butt looks in those pants too?"
"Harley!" I hissed, feeling my face flush. "Soone might hear you!"
"Who? Alex?" she laughed. "Honey, that man wouldn’t notice you if you did a backflip onto his desk, dressed as wonder woman."
Ouch. Truth hurts. Too deeply.
"Thanks for the pep talk," I grumbled, taking a sip of my coffee.
"I’m just saying, you’ve been pinning after him for what, thirteen months now? And in all that ti, has he even rembered your na?"
I winced, rembering last week’s painful elevator encounter where he’d ignored like I didn’t even exist.
"I’m sure he’ll notice soon, he’s just... busy," I said defensively.
Harley raised her eyebrow, trying not to laugh, "Honey, at this rate, you’ll grow old and gray before he notices you exit. Just walk up to the man."
"What! I can’t do that." I said in disbelief. How can I walk up to a man like that? What will I say?
"Then I guess the circle continues sweetheart." Harley said, standing up from the desk. "I better finish up early and get going. Brandon would be waiting for at ho." she finished with a wink.
I sighed heavily, watching Harley leave. She had it all: a good paying job, a loving man she goes ho to every day, a cute little angel, a loving man - Oh right, I already ntioned that.
anwhile, Here I was, queen of the singles. Haven’t dated in years, and still wearing the ’singles’ crown like a second skin. I needed to get laid. To have a man fuck to oblivion after a rather stressful day. To have Alex.
I forced myself to get back to work, feeling more weary by the minute. Harley was right. I needed to approach Alex, but how?
Within hours, I’d wrapped up everything on my desk, and trudged ho like a defeated warrior.
My roommate and best friend Kira laid on the couch, scrolling through her phone. She looked up when I entered, "Let guess - another day of drooling over Mr. Handso?"
"Is there any day I don’t?" I flopped down beside her.
"Girl, you’ve got it bad." Then she sat up, eyes bright with an idea. "I know exactly what will cheer you up Liv! There’s this aweso concert tonight. Co with - we’ll dance, have so drinks, maybe find you soone who actually knows you exist."
I hesitated a mont. It wasn’t a bad idea. Besides, it’s the weekend, and I needed to relieve the weeks stress. Just because I was single doesn’t an I should stay hidden on a weekend. With great determination, I nodded. "Let’s do this."
After showering and taking my ti to dress up in a mini skirt and high heeled boots, Kira and I found ourselves at the concert ground three hours later. Things were already getting heated when we arrived, the venue was exceedingly packed, with bodies pressing against each other.
Kira noticed my tensed posture and nudged , "Loosen up!" she scread over the loud music, thrusting a drink in my hand. "Look around - there are so many hot guys here who aren’t Alex.
But I couldn’t stop thinking about him. Even here, surrounded by attractive n, my mind drifted to how Alex’s lips would feel against my neck, his hands on my...
"Oh my god, the drumr is looking at !" Kira squealed, grabbing my arm. "I’m going to try to get closer to the stage!"
"Kira, wait..." But my best friend had already disappeared into the crowd, leaving alone in the midst of dancing bodies.
I sighed, taking another sip of my drink. Maybe I should just go back ho and continue my wet fantasies about Alex. This wasn’t my kind of crowd anyway, and coming here was starting to look like a bad idea.
I tried to push my way through the thick crowd but I got stuck and couldn’t move further.
Uhhh... why weren’t they budging? I sighed again. I might as well just stay back a bit and have a little fun until the crowd becos penetrable.
The music was really good, and I found myself dancing to it. Within minutes I beca engrossed in the song, fully enjoying myself now, when I felt soone grab my ass.
I was startled at first but didn’t think much about it. Maybe soone had grazed by mistake. I shrugged it off, and continued vibing to the music, when I felt soone grab my ass again and squeeze, the hand lingered this ti, rubbing my ass. I tried to turn, to tell him to fuck off, but the crowd was too thick, and I couldn’t move. Then I felt his voice on my ears, "Just relax and enjoy the ride, Livy."
Livy? The bastard knew my na?
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