Olivia

I couldn’t wait to get out of his office. I kept imagining him wanting to touch my hands, or even my feet. He was hot, there was no denying that and I was tempted to ask if he had Italian blood in his family, but that would make me fantasize about him even more. The Italians have a reputation for being hot blooded lovers, maybe that was why he was with someone like Scarlett. She was young and full of energy.

I asked him to focus and I was having a hard time doing just that, because every time he came near my mind would wander and not just a little bit, but a lot.

He was very commanding and all it took to get my attention was a wave of his hand. I had a look at his perfectly manicured nails and wondered if he did them himself, or did a professional do them for him?

It must be the way that he admired my hands and feet that had me thinking about his and every other part of his body.

When did I ever get all flustered over a man? I’d met big-time millionaires like Hamilton so many times