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“Yes, I think we should take separate cabs. No one would notice us going in the hotel together.”

Olivia had a reason for not messing with anyone she had work with. From his apprehension on riding together, she assumed he felt the same and was fine with it.

They came from the side of the building, and Richard hailed her a cab. He gave her a kiss and sent her on her way.

Chapter Thirteen

Olivia endured another long, boring day of meetings. She was glad that round didn’t start until nine because she’d drank a little more than intended and needed the extra time to wake up and pull herself together.

Over the course of the day, Richard smiled in her direction a few times and that was it. No more text messages or elevator conversations.

When the day was over, she headed straight to her room. She had no real plans for the evening, other than reading another erotic book.

Olivia had a few hours to spare before dinner, and her laptop sat on the bed beckoning her. She logged into
The Playhouse
website, intent on making a few men’s dream come true. When she was online, she actually felt as if she was her alter ego, Vixen69. Olivia was bold and daring with the men when she was her. She had no problem telling them what she wanted done to her and egging them on with their fantasies.

She never knew the pleasure of experiencing an orgasm over and over again. Until now. The feeling was addicting. She knew the men didn’t care if she really came, as long as she made a lot of noise and they got theirs.

One thing she found absolutely hilarious was when a man’s credits ran out before he came. They would instantly get disconnected, and a few minutes later, the customer would show back up, ready to finish themselves off. The broke men were funny too. They would beg and beg to see some skin. It wasn’t going to happen for free. She’d give them a little dance but that was it.

She staying online until her stomach signaled it needed nourishment. Though the men couldn’t touch her, she felt dirty. After a quick shower, she got dressed and headed downstairs for dinner. The restaurant was full people from the conference—mostly men.

“Olivia, it’s nice to see you. Join us,” Richard said. He was with a group of eight, and some of them waved her over. There were six men, including Richard, and two women.

Although she preferred to eat alone, Olivia sat down. One of the women rolled her eyes at her. She was the only black person at the table.

Don’t worry, heifa, I don’t want any of these men. Well, maybe one, but I already had him. You can have the rest.

Not a very big talker, Olivia remained quiet most of the meal. She felt odd being in close proximity to Richard. Images of their escapade flashed through her mind, and she avoided eye contact. She only spoke when someone asked her a direct question.

Bill Worthington ran the Michigan office and turned to her. “Olivia, I’m surprised you’re only a Human Resources Manager. I see your name attached to so many files you’d think you were the associate regional director.”

She’d thought it strange how she was the only HR person at all conferences and meetings she’d attended as well.

“I’m sure it’s just her name attached to the all user emails,” Patricia Zimmerman chimed in. She was the woman who rolled her eyes.

“No, the email may come from someone else, but I always look to see who actually did the work on a project. Way to go, Olivia. I’d love to have you on my team. If you ever think about coming to Michigan, make sure you look me up,” Bill said, shutting Patricia up.

“Thank you,” Olivia said. “I did get my Master’s in business management, but without experience, I fell back to my BA, which was in HR.”

“Impressive,” he said.

Richard nodded.

“Well, I want to know where you go shopping. I love your outfits,” said Ann Gable, speaking up for the first time.

“Before we leave, I’ll get your business card and fill you in. Right now, I don’t want to bore the men. Especially after the last speaker we had.”

“Yes, please spare us,” Richard said.

Everyone laughed. The last meeting of the day left Olivia contemplating suicide to end her misery. A few of the others had nodded off a few times. Some even feigned important calls from their home office and excused themselves from the room.

Olivia ended up sitting at the table with them for over two hours. She needed to check on her boys and was the first to excuse herself. Once back in her room, she called her sister.

“Hey, Angela.”

“Hey, girl. How’s D.C.? Any fine men there?”

“Yes, there are, but that’s not what I am here for.” She wasn’t about to tell her she had gotten some outside a club. “Where’re my babies?”

“In the other room, playing the video game. Hold on, I’ll get them.”

“Hey, Mom. You okay?” Jayden asked.

“Yes.”

“Hey, Mom. What’s D.C. like?” Jaylen asked. Jayden had gotten his answer and had already passed the phone to his brother.

“It’s nice. Lots of people. You’d be shocked to see that there are homeless people just blocks away from the White House.”

“Really? Take a lot of pictures. Hey, Jayden, it’s my turn!” There was a banging sound. Olivia could hear them fussing in the background.

“Girl, they’re crazy,” Angela said.

“That’s why they have their own rooms. Twins yes. Identical attitudes, not even close. Jayden is just like his dad, selfish to the core.”

“Maybe he’ll grow out of it.”

“I doubt that.” She heard a knock on the door. “Someone’s at the door. I’ll talk to you later.”

Olivia hung up the phone and hesitated. She had no clue who it could be.

Another knock, and curiosity got the best of her. She looked through the peephole to see Richard standing on the other side. Unlocking the door, she opened it.

A fruit tray, bottle of wine, and Richard’s warm smile greeted her.

“You up for a night cap?” he asked.

“How can I deny a man bearing gifts?” With a wave of her hand, she ushered him in.

After giving her a peck on the lips, he continued in and set the items on the coffee table.

***

For the rest of the conference, it was more of the same. During the day, it was strictly business, and Richard showed up at her door at night for fun. Olivia wanted a fling, and that’s exactly what he gave her. When he wasn’t turning her out, she managed to sneak in a few hours at
The Playhouse.

By the end of the conference, she had mixed feelings on leaving. She was thankful to no longer sit in boring meetings but would miss her sexual escapades with Richard. Olivia ignored the taxi driver’s terrible driving and reflected on the last few days.

It is what it is, and now it’s back to the real word.

The driver screeched to a halt in front of the airport. She grabbed her luggage and headed inside. As she waited for the plane, she received a text from Richard.

Be safe and thank you for these wonderful few days.

You’re welcom
e
.

Can we keep in touch?

She didn’t see any problem with that. They lived in different states, and she wouldn’t have to worry about running into him.

Sure why not?

Okay, talk to you soon.

They called for her row to board. She picked up her carry-on and boarded the plane. Turing off her cell, she got comfortable in her seat. Once again, she was counting sheep before the plane took off.

Chapter Fourteen

“When I said for you to call me when you felt like talking, I didn’t realize it would be this long of a wait,” James said, teasing her.

With the whirlwind of the conference over, Olivia sat at her desk, trying her best to get back into the day-to-day routine of her office. With thoughts of Richard running through her mind, it was hard to foc
us. She typed a sentence or two, then she’d gaze off in a daydream of him coming to her room at night.

On her last night there, she had opened the door to find Richard on the other side once again. He was on her before she had time to react. Richard covered her with kisses filled with passion of a lover who’d been away for weeks. He kicked the door shut and backed Olivia into the room.

She came up for air. “Richard?”

He silenced her with another kiss. Richard placed his hand around her head and mouth on hers, backing her up to the bed. She bumped into it and fell back with Richard landing on top. His kisses went from her mouth, down to her neck while his hands went up her shirt.

He removed her top. Freeing her breasts, he sucked on one then the other. Her pants went flying next, followed by her panties.

“You’re
so sexy,” he murmured, before diving between her thighs.

“Oh, mm,” she moaned.

She no longer cared to ask questions. Richard was giving her the answer by pleasing her. He took her legs, leaning them all the way back. Her pussy was on full display.

“It looks so good.” He licked it. “And tastes even better.”

Richard removed his pants and boxers, then lowered her legs before climbing on top. He continued savoring her as he lowered his hard rod in her face.

I guess he wants me to lick on it.

Olivia only thought people in porno films did this. She flicked her tongue at it, and then took him all the way in. The faster he licked her, the harder she sucked on him.

“That’s right. Show me you’re not shy,” he said.

With his member filling her mouth, she couldn’t respond.

She was in a satisfying and pleasing frenzy. Instead of disgust, she relished in the feeling of his rod in her mouth as Richard hummed and vibrated his tongue between her legs. He made her cum not once, or twice, but three times in that position.

Flipping her over, he put her hands on the headboard. He leaned over her. “Tell me you want me.”

“I want you inside of me,” she said in a husky voice.

Richard put on a condom and came at her from behind, giving it to her as he gripped her breasts. She screamed out in pleasure. Olivia was in erotic bliss and beyond caring who heard her.

Holding onto the headboard, she braced for each stroke. He pulled her hair and thrust in deep as he whispered in her ear, “I want to cum on your ass.”

Ripping off the condom, he exploded, leaving warm liquid all on her back.

I think he is trying to turn me into a freak.

He got off the bed and got her a towel. She was still coming down off her high.

“That was amazing,” she said.

“Thanks, baby.” He kissed her again, put his clothes back on, and left.

What the hell was that?

Olivia blinked her eyes and focused. She had to remind herself it was only a fling. To get him off her mind, she had decided to call James during her lunch break. She’d brought her lunch and they could talk privately in her office.

“I’m a busy woman. I marked it down in my calendar a few days ago to call you at this time today,” she joked back.

“It’s good to see you sticking to your schedule.” He laughed. “But seriously, how’ve you been?”

“I just came back from a business trip, and I’m a divorced woman now.”

“Divorced? That was fast. You weren’t playing around, were you?”

“He’d already moved on. It was time I did the same.” She tossed the salad she’d been picking at in the trash.

“Yeah, that whole thing at the club confused me. He questioned you, yet he had another woman with him. What a jerk.”

“It’s done and over with now. I am free of him and his male chauvinistic ways.” Olivia dusted her hands as if to be rid of him.

“So, now it is okay for us to go on a date?” She could feel his smile through the phone.

Who said that? I just wanted to talk.

“I told you I’m not ready for that yet.” She switched from her playful tone to a more serious one.

“Not even just diner?”

“Nope. Look, my lunch is almost over. I have to go.” She disconnected the call.

Confusion set in. How could she willing give her body to Richard but was too afraid to go on a date with James? Was she turning into a person with commitment issues?

Anita was all smiles when Olivia made it back into the building.

“What’s the big secret?” she asked.

“I don’t know, you tell me.” Anita looked in the direction of Olivia’s office.

Olivia followed her eyes and saw a vase full of beautiful lilies. Who could have sent them? Not Travis. Not after all the hateful messages he’d left. He had done far worse in the past, and she’d yet to receive a dandelion.

Anita was on her heels as Olivia walked into her office.

“So who are they from?”

“Dang, Miss Nosey, can I open up the card?”

Anita snatched it out the vase and read it out loud. “Olivia, thank you for gracing us with your presence. I’m glad I had the chance to meet you. Richard.” Anita scrunched up her nose. “Well, that was rather boring. I was sure it was something juicy. I can’t be the only one of us having sex. You need to get a man, girl.”