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
The best part about telling the truth was not having to keep track of liesThat’s why the burdens of constantly lying to everyone around her was becoming too much for Olivia to handle. She told herself every weekend that she would reset and return to the office with a recentered mind, but each time she had to see Ian she found herself thrown off by him.He was charming and attractive, even easy to talk to. He was disarming to the extent that someone in a meeting would talk to him and not even realize he was demeaning them to their face. Everyone around him was affected by him.That was the type of man Olivia was always attracted to.The realization was making her spiral.On weekends she was starting to alienate herself but having a friend like Cameron meant he was sure to drag her out of her house every now and then. Occasionally, he even gave in and binge watched trashy reality television with her until the late hours of the night. If anyone were to see them, they would think that C
“Not tonight. Something came up. Thanks though”Her fingers moved over her phone keyboard quickly even though her mind was hardly there.Even if Cameron knew Olivia was lying, it would be best to lie than to go out when she was feeling so off.As she walked home that evening from work, she could have sworn someone was following her down the street. Since she couldn’t carry a gun around, she carried neutralizers that went undetected in metal detectors because the needle was made out of sharp microplastic rather than metal. The line between paranoia and genuine protective instincts was being blurred and she sat on her couch for hours, staring into the void and doing nothing until she got a text from Cameron asking if she wanted to hang out.Once she put her phone down, her leg shook as she tried to decide what she really wanted to do that night. It was the weekend so all she needed was to let go a little bit and come back on Monday a recentered agent and secretary, ready to do her dual
Ian couldn’t exactly use his own voice while he was shifted so, as he approached the bar and ordered a drink, he lightened his voice and used an American accent that would be hard to match to his usual voice. Being born in Sweden but not having been back for decades, he still had a faint accent that made him stand out while in London.He decided a scotch would be good. It would lessen the taste of the cigarette he had outside considering he wasn’t such a fan of smoking. With his drink in hand, his impermanently blue eyes scanned the bar and he decided to take a seat at one of the high tables with only two chairs. He checked his phone as if he was waiting for someone but he was really turning the volume off and putting it on ‘Do Not Disturb’ so only emergencies would come through. After pocketing the device, he patiently sipped on his scotch. His eyes occasionally drifted to the woman sending him signals a short distance away. As Olivia leaned into the table, he could tell she was fe
Olivia was pleasantly surprised at the man she was allowing to use her body like a toy. It made her guard slip. Considering he clearly knew his way around a woman, she allowed herself to be entirely under his control. It resulted in her thoroughly tired out as he tested the limits of her flexibility and tried new positions she was less familiar with. Most of the time, she liked to be on top to have the upperhand, but something about the man made her want to submit. Her reality was shaken when she heard the voice of the very person she was trying not to think about. Someone who had been in her thoughts a lot recently considering she had to see him nearly every day. “You fucked up, Olivia,” he said. She knew right away that she had. He grabbed her wrists and she tried to escape but she was slick with sweat and her legs were practically useless after an extended amount of time in the last position they were in. It also didn’t help that he was incredibly strong as expected of a shap
It wasn’t sunshine and rainbows for Olivia after Ian left her behind. When he was no longer in her apartment, she fell to the ground with her gun in her hands and had a sizable breakdown at the thought of failing another mission. She wondered how Ian had figured her out. What sort of people did he have hiding in the shadows who could investigate her for him? Since everything was compromised, her only option was to get out of there and return to one of the SIA HQ located throughout the globe. She would prefer Asia so she found her phone and Sunny was the first person she called. Her hands were shaking so much that Olivia had to place the phone on the floor and put it on speaker. “I heard from you once already today, Liv, what’s up?” Sunny spoke, using the same bright tone she always did. Olivia wanted to find it familiar and comforting as she normally did, but she couldn’t at that moment. If she was kicked out of the agency, she would lose Sunny as well.“I failed,” the agent gas
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 ri
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