could go grab some beer since I’m all out while Rosie and
I set everything up.”
Olivia’s eyes locked on his. From the moment she informed him she
wouldn’t be telling Rosie about their night together, she’d appeared cool and
confident. Suddenly the panic in her eyes was as clear as he was certain it was
in his face too.
~*~
Olivia
It was one evening. One game they’d be watching
together. No big deal. If Lorenzo continued to act as indifferently and
uninterestedly as he’d been so far, Olivia would just have to figure out a way
of getting out of anymore Monday nights at Rose’s. As much as she tried to
pretend being around him, knowing he had no further interest in her, wasn’t
torture, she knew she couldn’t do this much longer.
Just walking out the door, knowing she’d soon be sitting in his
car with him, had her insides going wild.
“So just beer,” Lorenzo asked, stopping at the door and peering
back in. “No wine coolers, Rosie?”
“If Olivia’s willing to share, bring me a four pack,” Rosie said
then added, “but I’m only having two this time. Olivia, I’ll make you another
big plate of chile verde before you leave, in case you’re feeling at all
tipsy.”
Olivia smiled, nodding and knowing full well she’d be sipping any
alcohol tonight super slowly. Just as she had the night she met Lorenzo. Not
only was she a lightweight like Rosie, thanks to Jay, she’d had a couple of horrible
experiences with alcohol, so she kept her alcohol consumption to a minimum.
Lorenzo turned to Olivia, the smirk on his face surprising her. “Two
wine coolers, huh? Sounds like you’re in for a wild night.”
Refraining from smiling at his obvious teasing, she held her chin
up as she made her way to his car. “I’ve never been much of a drinker, so, yes,
it goes to my head pretty quickly. I have to take it slowly.”
He nodded as he opened the car door for her. For someone who’d
practically sprinted out of her place the night of their romp, acted so coldly
at the repast, and hardly said a word last week, he was certainly playing the
part of a gentleman tonight.
She sat in his car as he went around to the other side, wondering
what else they’d be discussing aside from his teasing her about being a
lightweight. He got in, started up the car, and they were off.
“So you’re my age?” he asked, staring straight ahead. “And you
already own your own business? Or do you just work for the grooming company?”
“Yes and no,” she said, glancing out the window. “It’ll be all
mine once I’m done paying it off. So, technically, it’s not my own business yet .
But I don’t work for a grooming company or anyone. That’s all me.” She turned
to him curiously because he seemed surprised that at twenty-four she’d have her
own business when he did too. “Rose said you have your own business too.”
“I do.” He turned to her as they came to a stop. “Only just
recently, like in the last year, I decided to partner up with my brother. But
he started it up years ago on his own. How long have you been doing what you’re
doing?”
“Couple of years,” she said, immediately getting lost in his
eyes.
The conversation they were having seemed perfectly safe—non-romantic
or sensual in any way. Yet something in the way he looked at her said
otherwise. She gulped, wondering if maybe she’d been wrong about his
indifference for her. Maybe he was feeling the same insatiable attraction she’d
felt even that night they first met. Olivia did her best to calm her heart, because
it could also be something else entirely. He could just be hoping for another
round of meaningless sex.
Something she was not interested in ever doing again.
Especially not with someone she knew she could easily fall so
hard for already. Someone, who if she wanted to keep her friendship with Rose,
and she did, she’d likely be running into now. Often. She didn’t know much
about him yet, but she did know the three main
I set everything up.”
Olivia’s eyes locked on his. From the moment she informed him she
wouldn’t be telling Rosie about their night together, she’d appeared cool and
confident. Suddenly the panic in her eyes was as clear as he was certain it was
in his face too.
~*~
Olivia
It was one evening. One game they’d be watching
together. No big deal. If Lorenzo continued to act as indifferently and
uninterestedly as he’d been so far, Olivia would just have to figure out a way
of getting out of anymore Monday nights at Rose’s. As much as she tried to
pretend being around him, knowing he had no further interest in her, wasn’t
torture, she knew she couldn’t do this much longer.
Just walking out the door, knowing she’d soon be sitting in his
car with him, had her insides going wild.
“So just beer,” Lorenzo asked, stopping at the door and peering
back in. “No wine coolers, Rosie?”
“If Olivia’s willing to share, bring me a four pack,” Rosie said
then added, “but I’m only having two this time. Olivia, I’ll make you another
big plate of chile verde before you leave, in case you’re feeling at all
tipsy.”
Olivia smiled, nodding and knowing full well she’d be sipping any
alcohol tonight super slowly. Just as she had the night she met Lorenzo. Not
only was she a lightweight like Rosie, thanks to Jay, she’d had a couple of horrible
experiences with alcohol, so she kept her alcohol consumption to a minimum.
Lorenzo turned to Olivia, the smirk on his face surprising her. “Two
wine coolers, huh? Sounds like you’re in for a wild night.”
Refraining from smiling at his obvious teasing, she held her chin
up as she made her way to his car. “I’ve never been much of a drinker, so, yes,
it goes to my head pretty quickly. I have to take it slowly.”
He nodded as he opened the car door for her. For someone who’d
practically sprinted out of her place the night of their romp, acted so coldly
at the repast, and hardly said a word last week, he was certainly playing the
part of a gentleman tonight.
She sat in his car as he went around to the other side, wondering
what else they’d be discussing aside from his teasing her about being a
lightweight. He got in, started up the car, and they were off.
“So you’re my age?” he asked, staring straight ahead. “And you
already own your own business? Or do you just work for the grooming company?”
“Yes and no,” she said, glancing out the window. “It’ll be all
mine once I’m done paying it off. So, technically, it’s not my own business yet .
But I don’t work for a grooming company or anyone. That’s all me.” She turned
to him curiously because he seemed surprised that at twenty-four she’d have her
own business when he did too. “Rose said you have your own business too.”
“I do.” He turned to her as they came to a stop. “Only just
recently, like in the last year, I decided to partner up with my brother. But
he started it up years ago on his own. How long have you been doing what you’re
doing?”
“Couple of years,” she said, immediately getting lost in his
eyes.
The conversation they were having seemed perfectly safe—non-romantic
or sensual in any way. Yet something in the way he looked at her said
otherwise. She gulped, wondering if maybe she’d been wrong about his
indifference for her. Maybe he was feeling the same insatiable attraction she’d
felt even that night they first met. Olivia did her best to calm her heart, because
it could also be something else entirely. He could just be hoping for another
round of meaningless sex.
Something she was not interested in ever doing again.
Especially not with someone she knew she could easily fall so
hard for already. Someone, who if she wanted to keep her friendship with Rose,
and she did, she’d likely be running into now. Often. She didn’t know much
about him yet, but she did know the three main
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