Ian's red eyes boring into her made Olivia realize she needed to be so much more careful than she had been before. He seemed to stare right through her even though there was absolutely no way he had discovered her entire purpose for being in RK Nielson in the first place.After his final words to her being some sort of thinly veiled warning, she wasn't expecting to have to face him so soon after that. He told her eyes were everywhere and it made her believe that it was his eyes he was referring to. She wondered if he thought it was significant that he remembered her after his security guard accused her of following him. She made a point to be professional and stray no further than that. "I have your drinks, sir," she said. He gestured towards the two coasters already placed out, but he had turned his body towards a laptop sitting on his desk and no longer seemed to pay attention to her. With his eyes no longer on her, she felt a little bit more comfortable. Wordlessly, she placed
For a few moments, Olivia thought that she was completely screwed. Had she been caught mocking the CEO on her first day? Her head turned swiftly at whoever just spoke over her shoulder and she was met with a pair of piercing blue eyes and lips upturned in a smirk. She had certainly been caught but he seemed more amused than pissed off. It was not yet time to heave a sigh of relief. “I’m so sorry,” Olivia said. “Normally I’m not one to talk to myself but–”When she was pissed, it was hard to contain herself but she hadn’t been exercising and there were few outlets in a place so densely populated as London. The man who had just placed his things on the desk next to hers held up a hand and slipped out of the fashionable khaki raincoat he wore. “But the boss is a particular little prick?” the man interrupted her with a question and held out his hand. “Cameron Donahue. Looks like they finally got rid of the French whore that smelled like… a French whore.” Olivia was in disbelief but s
Never in her life would Olivia have ever expected to want to sit in front of a computer screen for longer. She could feel her posture becoming affected by all the hours she had been staring at a screen, learning about the ins and outs of her new position and the structure of the company. There was specific training she hadn’t taken before because working closely with the CEO needed a degree more secrecy. She was finding quickly that the CEO’s assistants were only friends with other assistants because they weren’t allowed to intermingle with lower levels of workers. The CEO needed them at his beck and call. They also could fraternize in case casual gossip became company secrets getting shared with those who could use them for harm. Olivia was used to secrecy–that wasn’t the issue. It was having to be near the CEO when she attended her first meeting with him. There would be two executive assistants there. One was in case Olivia turned out to be a horrible notetaker and so the CEO cou
Olivia never had the typical life path because of her mother’s job which turned out to be her job–not that there was ever much of a choice. She never got to go out with people or form lasting friendships because if she wasn’t moving around all the time, she was only able to spend time with others in the SIA.Not only were the agents constantly in danger of being exposed, but their families were also under the microscope as well. Often, SIA agents didn’t ever have families because of the risk it might pose to anyone vulnerable under their care. Her mother being selfish and wanting to check off all the boxes to a well-rounded life had children regardless of what sort of risks it posed. She was an SIA agent before she was the Missions Director. As Olivia stood in front of a mirror, shuffling through outfits to wear, she realized she had no idea how to go to a bar with someone. Even if it wasn’t a romantic endeavor, it was equally as stressful. After two entire hours of rummaging thro
Olivia hated Ian. He wanted to know why.His money and power spoke for him most of the time. Why wasn’t that enough for her? Why did her eyes cautiously consider him when he came into a room?Since she had delivered his breakfast, they had only been in the same room from afar. He couldn’t hear her heartbeat from such a distance but her eyes noticing him and leaving quickly were sorely noted.It would be easier if she lusted for him. People either loved or hated what they couldn’t have. There was no in between.While watching Olivia and Cameron, Ian slowly sipped on a vodka soda with lime. It was lucky that one of the TV monitors in the bar was situated above them so he could always pretend to be watching TV if someone thought he was seemingly suspicious. Olivia laughed more easily the more she drank. Occasionally she would hide her full lips with a hand while she grinned, as if she were uncomfortable with being so openly emotional. During a particularly long stretch of Cameron’s rant
For once, returning to RK Nielson didn’t make Olivia feel drained immediately. Her weekend had been full of stress relief and she could manage to press on for longer. The week started off strong as she was whisked away to two meetings on Monday morning. Tuesday was a break while Wednesday the meetings resumed. She was starting to fall into a decent routine that made her feel comfortable with the predictability of the job she was having to perform. Gone were the days of menial tasks for the late executive she formerly worked for. While she occasionally still had to bring the executives in the meetings she attended something to drink or eat, it was far less demeaning when that wasn’t her only purpose. Part of the training she had done to go to RK Nielson was typing. It was never a skill she thought she would deem important in her life. Yet there she sat each day, improving her speed and being able to actively listen while her fingers went wild on the keyboard. Occasionally her eyes
Olivia had already deleted her name from the hookup app she used the weekend before. She got what she needed out of it and decided to put it behind her. It was a moment of weakness and she was firm with herself she wouldn’t do something so reckless again. Even though her mother likely had her entire place bugged and each piece of her activity on her phone being tracked, she probably looked past it. Every agent had a vice. However, as she looked up at the CEO who loomed over the two rectangular wooden tables that were pushed together so everyone could sit with each other, she felt parched. He was maddeningly attractive. Realizing it was the alcohol talking to her, she dropped her gaze. She drew the line at sleeping with supernaturals. Every fiber of her being was trained to oppose them, but she had never seen one quite as alluring as Ian. She used to think that if one approached her, she didn’t know if she could even get turned on. The alcohol was making her mind change, that was a
Olivia was lying again and Ian wanted to call her bluff, but then he would have to admit that he had been watching her on the weekends and occasionally after work. At first it was to see if she was a threat to him but then it became curiosity of who she really was since her behavior was never threatening or suspicious. He needed to know why she hated him.By the end of each week, she was a pent up mess, but then he would see her appear on dating apps and men would show up at her apartment only to leave a few hours later looking dazed. He took great happiness out of knowing she wouldn’t let them stay at her place. Somehow she trusted them enough to sleep with, but they couldn’t stay the night. Close but not too close, he often thought to himself. She would return on Mondays fresh-faced and ready as if all she had done over the weekend was meant as stress relief. If he didn’t already know she was a registered human on her identification, he would think she was a vampire and sucking th
Rather than sitting around and stewing in the situation which would undoubtedly change her mind, Olivia gathered her things and left the hotel. To keep her from seeing someone she might recognize, she went out of a side entrance with the hood of her coat pulled high over her head. Luckily, she had very few items to bother with in the first place. The clothing she wore was bought there and she repeated outfits each day of the week, the only difference being if she wore a sweater over everything to keep herself warm in the office. As she was picked up in a car summoned using an app, she spared one last glance at Ten Groves Hotel. Her eyes lingered on the top, where the penthouse looked out over the beautiful icy water and mountain. What was he doing at that moment? Since their couple charade was over he probably wouldn’t even spare her another thought. He was unlike her who would be affected by him for a long time to come. Something about Ian was making her feel heavy and she knew r
Even though she was distracted all afternoon, Olivia managed to do her work quickly and efficiently to escape the hotel offices early that day. She was dying to see what the message was about but knew that if she dropped her responsibilities around the office, it would be impossible to continue pretending she was just an everyday administrative assistant. All she wanted was a taste of normalcy while she was forced out of agent duties. All she wanted was to get back into the SIA but she didn't know what more she could do.Ian was a curveball in her efforts, but she was still going to try. If anything, she could present the SIA with information regarding the man if that’s what it took to get back in the agency’s good graces. The thought struck her with a pang of guilt and she was disappointed in herself for no longer being objective about that man. In an ideal world, she would count his neutralization as a failure and be able to leave it behind. Maybe a more experienced agent could
To Olivia, nothing was more jarring than waking up apprehended. As she came into consciousness, she wondered which supernatural she must have pissed off to have no recollection of where she was. The ropes around her were strong but they were… warm?She gasped, realizing the ropes that she had been tied with were actually arms. The impression that she was in a cold cell somewhere or, even worse, the den of vampires just like when she lost Q melted away when she felt the soft mattress and fluffy blankets all around her. Compared to her assumption, she was in both heaven and hell. She was comfortable but the man next to her was the problem. As she scooted away from him with her heart racing, she placed a hand over her chest as if she could manually stop her heart from panicking. Although, she wasn’t entirely sure if panic was truly the issue. Her sudden movements caused Ian to wake up and his ruby eyes were set on her with genuine concern. It made her want to fall into his warmth and
Olivia didn’t know how she could be relieved and alarmed at the same time. Yet Ian’s lips on her neck and his arms around her waist comforted her in ways she had never experienced in her life. It begged the question of whether or not she had been craving familiarity her entire life she just didn’t know it because she never came across it. Would someone else she was familiar with do the trick? If she saw an old colleague or perhaps her family would she fall apart the way she was at that moment?She didn’t know if it was the familiarity or the man himself doing it to her but, as she felt strangely safe by his request, she turned around in his arms. Even though her body was still wet considering she didn’t have time to dry herself off just yet, she placed her hands on either side of his face and kissed him. Her tongue slipped between his receptive lips and, knowing he was cooperating, her hands slid down his body. There was a lot to appreciate about his appearance. “Then what do you w
Olivia was already on edge at the way Ian was behaving that evening. It was a stark difference from the way he had gone to her office that morning. His usual charismatic nature was missing. She wondered what happened to make him so upset but she was never given the opportunity to ask nor did she think it was necessarily her business. As she stood in front of him, waiting for her fate to be decided, she felt his hand on her lower back and he gently pushed, telling her to lean forward. It would be fine with her if he decided to take her then and there but instead, when she heard the water shift, she was taken by surprise. Ian moved forward in the bath and bent Olivia in half before his hands went to her backside. From where he was sitting, he could easily access her womanhood. She had long, pleasing legs and he was the perfect height to get another taste of her. He began relentlessly, immediately tasting her womanhood. From that angle, his tongue was harsh against her nub of flesh t
Ian left the steam room first, not giving Olivia a chance to answer his request. That in itself made her mad enough that she really considered not going to him. His smugness and certainty that she would follow him just because he told her to really pissed her off. She sat there seething for a while, but the longer she stalled the more she realized just how much she really did want to follow him. Never in her life had she gone back to the same person for sex. It was strictly against all of her rules. However, he was the first partner who knew of her secret. Had that taken pressure off of the situation and made her more comfortable with him? Since it was all laid out on the table, she had no valid reason to run except for her internal biases against supernaturals. On top of that, he had been surprisingly calm about the fact that she was hired to follow him around and ultimately neutralize him. It vexed her that he didn’t think she was still plotting something against him. How trust
While Mr. Abreo adjusted his tie, he spoke to Olivia in Spanish. There weren’t as many Spanish speakers in Alaska as there were in other parts of the United States. From the moment Olivia was hired and he saw her last name, he secretly hoped she knew Spanish and, when he met her for the first time, he knew from her accent there was a high possibility.Sometimes he would talk to her for the simple fact of being able to speak in Spanish. He only did it if others weren't around, knowing it could look bad that he was fraternizing with a subordinate like that. “How’s the weather affecting my schedule for the next couple of days?” he asked.“You have a lot of cancellations, sir,” Olivia responded, happy to use her mother tongue once in a while. “A few remote meetings you can take from your computer but all in person obligations around Anchorage have been cancelled.”“That’s what I expected,” he admitted, still speaking in Spanish. “I think for the next couple of days things will be slow h
Olivia didn’t sleep for more than a couple of hours once she returned to her room. The time she had to work was late compared to when she was at R.K. Nielson. At the hotel, she had time to go slow in the morning. What she wasn’t expecting was to have a bout of paranoia strike her after she had the best sex of her entire life. She was lucky she still had the wherewithal to put on a robe and slippers as she left the suite Ian was going to be staying at for the foreseeable future until the snow stopped. Snow in October? Never in any of the places Olivia lived in her life. Maybe supernatural beings preferred the warmth because it seemed all the missions she went on seemed to have mild weather and easy conditions. After being in suitable clothing to work that day with a sweater on top of everything to stave off the cold, she stood at her window for a long time contemplating the past 24 hours. She should have predicted that she was going to be weak in the face of Ian. She wondered if p
Ian watched Olivia’s retreating naked form after she pushed him away and their bodies disconnected. So selfish, he thought. He hadn’t even reached an orgasm before she decided they would take a break, but he was insatiable. It was only fair he get his before they move on to other things. She didn’t even look back at him as she left. It was clear she was going to the kitchenette to likely get something to drink after the little yoga session they had with each other. Her indifference towards him turned him on even more. His manhood was already plenty hard but she was stirring up his feelings and making him want her in another way. Silently, he got up from the couch and rushed forward quickly. Before she could reach the inside of the kitchenette, he grabbed her by her hips and pressed her against the breakfast bar that jutted out with tall chairs sitting next to it. “Do you really think we’re done?” he asked. “I haven’t come yet.” The way his manhood was pressed against her backsi