Authors: Rebecca K. Watts
Mr. Right.com (11 page)
“I think it was very sweet.” Olivia hid her smile. The idea of Richard thinking of her sent a warm sensation throughout her body. “I’ll just continue to get my sexual gratification by listening to your stories.”
“Okay, Miss Boring, I’ll get out of your face for now. At least the flowers are beautiful.”
When Anita left, a few more people stepped in to comment on them. She gave them less information than she’d given Anita. It was her way of avoiding being the next trending topic for office gossip.
Despite her wandering mind and people dropping in to comment on the flowers, she still managed to finish up her most important projects before the close of business. Olivia was suffering from jet lag, and as the day wore on, she grew tired and irritable. Had it not been for the mandatory meeting she would have taken the day off.
She turned off her computer and headed out the building. On a good day, it only took her an average of twenty minutes to get home. Today was not one of those days. She sat on the highway for forty-five minutes, creeping along at less than ten miles per hour.
Drivers were rubber necking to see an overturned semi-truck instead of driving. As soon as they passed the accident, traffic picked up. Olivia was grateful because her eyelids were growing heavy. She wouldn’t have lasted much longer.
Rounding the corner to her street, she spotted a new black Audi sitting in the driveway. As she drove closer, she saw Travis leaning against it.
What the heck does he want now? I just want to relax.
Sighing, she parked and stepped out the car.
“I didn’t agree to this!” Travis screamed, waving the papers in the air as he charged her like a raging bull.
“Yes, you did. You signed the divorce papers. I didn’t forage your name.” She was exhausted and wanted to lie down. Failing to see the point in the conversation, she headed for the door.
Grabbing her arm, he said, “I changed my mind. You knew it that very same evening. What happened to us going to court?”
“No need to. You signed it. What’s the issue?”
“Whatever, Olivia.” He said her name with disgust. “This is not over.”
“Get your hand off me! Are you insane? Do you need some medication? You got what you wanted. Now leave me the hell alone.” She snatched away from him.
Travis’s behavior started to scare her. He’d never been so aggressive. Their divorce was final, and he should be happy. He could continue his womanizing ways with the new woman. Olivia caught sight of one of the neighbors coming outside and saw it as a chance for a diversion.
“Hey, Jennifer!” She waved to her.
Jennifer waved and ran toward Olivia’s yard. She bounced across the street in her tight jeans and tank top, her fake boobs on display for the world to see.
“Hi, Olivia! I’ve been meaning to get with you. I’m having a wine and cheese party this weekend and would love it if you would come.” She smiled.
“Girl, I’d love to. What time is it?” Olivia watched as Travis stomped away and got in his car. He looked like a kid throwing a tantrum.
“It starts at seven. Just so you know it’s really an adult toy party. The wine and cheese part is a cover for the men. How are thing with you two?”
“That sounds fantastic. Well, I have to handle a few things. I’ll talk to you later. You know I just got back in town.” She quickly inserted the key in the door and left her standing outside. Jennifer was nice, but she was nosey. The entire housing addition would know all of her business if she told her anything.
Olivia went into the house and kicked off her heels. She flexed her toes with a sigh of relief before turning on the news and sinking into the soft cushions of her couch. She was all set for a short nap as the heaviness in her eyelids took over.
“Hi, Mom!” Double J said together, busting in the back door.
“Can we make a sandwich?” Jaylen asked. He made his way into the kitchen without waiting on her response.
“Sure,” she mumbled. “How was camp?”
Her question was automated. She was too tired to really pay attention.
“Fine!” they repeated their usual response.
“Can we go back outside when we’re done?” Jayden asked.
“Sure, just clean up your mess.”
A nap on the couch wasn’t a very good idea, so she headed up stairs. As she dozed off, thoughts of Richard danced through her mind. The flowers he sent revealed another side of him. Outside of being good in bed, he was a gentleman.
Chapter Fifteen
Olivia woke up about an hour later, feeling refreshed. She checked on the boys, who were back in the house playing the Wii. She tried talking to them for a while, but the game had their attention. After being ignored, she headed back upstairs to her office and noticed a missed call from Richard.
Seeing his name on the display, she smiled and pushed the green button. The phone rang twice before he answered.
“Hello, beautiful woman whom I can’t get off my mind,” he said.
Olivia blushed. She’d forgotten how deep and sexy his voice was. “Hi.”
“Will I be seeing you in Atlanta?”
“No, I’m not scheduled for that conference.”
“Too bad. I’d love to see your face again.”
She sighed. To see him would have made the trip worthwhile. “Maybe another time.”
“Yes, maybe…my apologies but my other line is ringing, and I have to take the call. You’ll be hearing from me soon.” He ended the call.
Olivia took a seat in her office chair and set the phone down. Richard was a hard one to figure out. Hearing his voice excited her. As bad as she wanted to log into
The Playhouse
, she decided to wait until the boys fell asleep. She’d make money while thinking of him later.
Clicking the envelope on her computer, she decided to check her email instead. The first one was an invitation to Mercedes’s new club opening. She wanted all of her employees to attend and mingle. It was an elite club with a dining area and private rooms. Her email assured Olivia she didn’t have to work the private rooms.
This woman is all business.
She was excited to attend.
Leaving the junk mail for later deletion, Olivia decided to research a little more about temporary agencies. Mercedes’s business sense sparked hers. It was still Olivia’s dream to own one someday. The hard part would be building a client base. Getting the employees wouldn’t be too hard, not with the economy the way it was.
Olivia researched the government site for small business owners and the ins and outs for startup companies. By the time she was finished, it was late into the evening.
She went down the hall to check on the boys.
“We already showered,” Jayden said, not looking up from the game.
“I know. I can smell the soap, instead of two funky puppy dogs now.”
“Can we get ten more minutes, Mom?” Jaylen asked.
“Okay, but after that it’s lights out.” Giving them both a hug and kiss, she left them to it.
She knew they’d stretch it longer than ten minutes, but as long as they were in the room with the door shut, they’d be okay.
After fixing herself a snack of fruit, cheese, crackers, along with a glass of wine, she mentally prepared herself to become Vixen69. She pushed shuffle for all R&B on her iPod and put on a sheer pink, chemise with a matching silky thong.
Olivia logged into her account and sipped her wine as she waited for the men to enter the chat room.
Drink with me
,
she typed.
More men entered the room.
Olivia turned into a seductress. Picking up the grapes, she held them over her head, licking on them first prior to letting one fall in her mouth.
“
Incoming private show
,
”
she heard the computer say.
I would love to be those grapes. Show me how you would suck on me.
She took a grape, licking all over it before putting it all the way in her mouth. Once inside, she played with it, sucking it in and out.
Naughty girl. Bend over and show me that black hole of yours.
She’d heard worse, and it wasn’t like he could touch her. If he wanted to see her ass, who cared, let him look. She angled herself so she could still see the monitor before bending over her chaise, giving him a full view. Smacking her ass, she made it wiggle.
The hole please.
She slid her thong off.
Zoom in.
She zoomed in, until it was nothing but her ass on the screen.
You want me to lick your ass?
“Sure,” she said.
No. Say “Tom, I want you to lick my ass.”
Holding back a laugh, she said, “Oooh, Tom, will you lick my caramel hole please?”
Yes, that’s it. I am licking you, baby. I am licking you!
She bent over with her ass cheeks spread, letting Tom have his way. For $2.99 a minute, she didn’t care.
“Mm, it feels good,” she said, playing along.
“Session ended
.
”
She pulled her thong back up and checked her account. He’d just spent a little over $30 pretending to lick her ass. A few others voyeured in, sneaking a peak. They didn’t stay in as long as he did, but $1.25 was gone the moment they took a look. In total, she cleared $65 for ten minutes of work.
Taking another sip off her drink, Olivia clicked the free chat button. Like clockwork, the men filtered in. She flirted, hoping someone would like what they saw.
“Incoming private show
,
” the computer said again.
It was like music to her ears.
“Hey, baby,” she purred.
Hi, show me what you got, pretty lad
y
,
NaptownRider said.
The music switched to a sultry song, setting the mood even more. Olivia had a special treat for him. She pulled out her pink vibrator and flashed it at the camera. As she put it in her mouth, images of Richard flashed through her mind. She sucked on it as she had him, including moans and slurps.
I did not know you had that in you!
The show ended.
Olivia glanced at the time. 12:05 am. Yawning, she logged off the site. She had a job to get up for in the morning.
Chapter Sixteen
The next day, Olivia leaned back in her chair, focusing on a spreadsheet when she received a text message from Devon.
Hey, I’m downtown let’s do lunch.
11:30 okay
?
she sent back.
Yes, I’ll pick you up. Don’t worry. I’m not on my bike. lol
Olivia didn’t like bikes, and he knew it. The last time she got on a bike was in college. One of her male friends used to pick her up for rides. He’d just dropped her off and picked up another girl. The girl leaned the opposite way while they were going around a curve and he lost control of the bike. She flew off and was hit by a car coming in the opposite direction and died. He ended up with a broken collarbone, ribs, and pelvis. Olivia would stick to automobiles.
She walked out the building and saw Devon leaning up against his brand new black Camaro. He brushed back his short dreadlocks as she made her way over to him. Devon stood out among the wave of people hustling about. It was lunchtime, and they were on a mission. Women in business suits ditching their heels for sneakers sped past. Olivia had almost forgotten he had a daytime job. He was an accountant by day and a DJ at night.
“You sure clean up nice.” She gave his navy blue slacks and baby blue shirt the once over before giving him a hug
“So do you.” He looked at her pants suit. “I like. I see you’ve been doing a lot of different things lately.”
“Thanks. Where to?”
“The Old Spaghetti Factory.”
“Fine with me.” She stepped through the door he held open for her.
The place was one of her favorites and always had a crowd. After they arrived and placed our orders, they started talking.
“It’s about time you have a grown woman’s body, string bean. You used to be so skinny,” he joked.
“And you finally grew into you’re fat head.” she laughed.
Devon stopped smiling and turned serious. “When were you going to tell me about this part-time job?”
Her eyes grew big. “Part-time job? What
are you talking about?” She hadn’t breathed a word about
The Playhouse
to anyone.
“I ran into an old buddy of mine while out riding a few days ago. She used to be a dancer, but now Emily has her own site.”
Olivia coughed on her drink at hearing Mercedes’s real name.
Devon handed her a napkin. “I didn’t think about checking it out until last night. The site has some very pretty women on it, but this one I came across…she looked just like someone I know. I thought I was wrong so I decided to get a private show, and no shit, it was you.”