I’ll admit that I’ve used the bedroom numerous times before. In fact, it’s the main reason that I bought the plane. But I’ve never wanted to take a woman over my shoulder, carry her to the back of the plane, and fuck her. But fucking her wouldn’t solve anything. I would just want to fuck her again and again and again and again. Because fucking her once didn’t satisfy me. Fucking her twice didn’t satiate me. Fucking her three times will just make me want her more.
Thank God the stress of what I’m about to do will distract me from how much I want to fuck her. But I can’t help but notice how beautiful and curious
Olive is, riding in the car from the airport to my place. Her eyes are glued on all the shiny lights, buildings, and people as we turn onto the Vegas strip.
“Have you ever been to Vegas before?” I ask even though I already know the answer from how excited she is to see everything. It’s clear she’s never been here before.
“I’ve barely ever left the state of Illinois. The only other major trip I’ve taken was an eighth-grade field trip to Washington DC. I saved all my babysitting money for a year in order to go on the trip.”
I suck in a breath. It makes it so much harder, and it is going to be so much more shocking to her when she finds out what I do. She is so innocent and pure. So different than what my life is.
Even though I know I should be distancing myself from her, I can’t help but ask her, “If you could travel anywhere in the world, where would it be?”
“Everywhere,” she says with a smile on her face.
It kind of shocks me that the girl that has barely ever left Chicago wants to travel everywhere, yet she hasn’t. She hasn’t traveled anywhere, not really, not on her own. It makes me more curious than ever as to why she’s stayed with Jamie when it’s clear that Jamie doesn’t pay her what she’s worth.
Yes, there are some leadership skills that Olive lacks, mainly the need for brutal honesty and forcefulness, but with a little nourishment, she’s already shown that she can grow, and it’s clear that she has the skills to be anything she wants.
So, again, I ask a question that I shouldn’t want to know the answer to, “Why do you keep working for Jamie? It’s clear you’re destined for much greater things. Jamie doesn’t even pay you what you’re worth.”
Olive’s eyes drop as she thinks back to a memory that I’m afraid is much darker than I’m ready to hear. “Because she saved me, and I owe her.”
I blink as I try to remember Jamie ever telling me about saving Olive, but I can’t remember anything.
“Whatever she did for you isn’t enough for you to stay in a job where you aren’t growing.”
“But it is,” is all she says before turning her eyes back out into the bright lights.
She’s clearly not going to tell me exactly what Jamie did to save her. That’s okay. She doesn’t have to tell me. I’ll find out from Jamie. She tells me everything, and I know she’ll tell me this as well.
We ride in silence while the lights get brighter and then finally softer as we turn from the excitement of the strip to the business area of town where I work and live. My driver pulls up in front of the tall building, and Olive’s eyes immediately go up and down the huge skyscraper.
“Do you live or work here?” she asks.
“Both.”
She looks back at the building, studying it, trying to figure out how I could do both.
“Most of the floors are offices or places where the business is run, except for the top floor. That is where my personal condo is. I like being close to my work.”
The driver opens Olive’s door, and she stares back at Milo, who is sound asleep between us.
“Leave him. I’ll have my staff take him up and get him settled into my condo. I need to show you what I do first before we head up to my condo.”
Olive nods, but I can finally see the hint of anxiety in her eyes. She is just as nervous to find out what I do as I am to tell her.
I climb out of the car and walk over to her side, linking my fingers with hers to hold her hand. It feels so good, holding her hand like this, most likely for the last time.
I lead her into the building and over to the elevator that opens automatically when I press the button. We walk inside, both anxious as we enter an elevator again. Both thinking about the last time we were in an elevator together, wishing that we could go back to that place, but we can’t.
But I can bring one quick moment back. I kiss her one last time. Our lips connect as we ride up the three floors, and that’s all it takes for our breathing to become even again, our hearts to stop beating so rapidly, and our world to be okay again. One kiss, and everything’s okay again.
But, a second later, the elevator doors open, and I don’t hesitate because I know, if I hesitate, I won’t go through with it. I take her hand, and I pull her out of the elevator and into my world.
I look around as I see everyone walking around, staying busy and trying to make things happen. Today is a great time to take Olive here because she gets to see exactly what goes on here.
But I’m not here to ensure that everyone is working hard like they should be. I’m here to see how Olive reacts.