you down. See you Thursday night."
He shuts the door behind him, and I’m left with my racing mind. My mind that is filled with angry memories of my father, the pride of my uncle's praises, and the tenderness of the woman in the office next door.
All it takes is to think of her concern and worry for me earlier today, and the drama of my father is over-shadowed by the grace and beauty of a woman who has brightened up my cold gray world and made it colorful again. Only she comes with more color than I ever knew existed.
I'm not accustomed to someone fretting over me and making a fuss. My parents wouldn't have noticed if I came home bloodied to a pulp. They didn't concern themselves with me. I wonder what Olivia thinks of the fact that I work for my family's company, considering my relationship with them. I must look weak in her eyes. I know it doesn't make sense to me, so how could it to her? I know she doesn't care about my family heritage or money, and she probably thinks I am pathetic and put up with my father for the money. I hope she knows me better than that.
The last few minutes with my father have helped me see what I need to do and that I need to get my plan in motion. My plan which will mean I don't have to hide Olivia any longer and could lead to my eventual freedom from EVC, and my father. I just have to go about it the right way. If there was anyone I was going to trust, it would be her.
Looking at the wall that houses her just on the other side, I will her to hear me when I say, "Soon, very soon, gorgeous."
18
Ronan
She sparkles inside and out.
It's her big night. Our big night.
It's the annual EVC Gala for Children's Cancer Research. I'm doing my very best to keep my distance and give her the professional space she asked for. I'm mingling, kissing ass to all of those who paid a pretty penny to be here and pretending to adore my mother and father.
All the while, my gaze rarely leaves her. She is wearing another one of her perfect little black dresses. Sexy and demure. Sweet and sassy. I'm not sure how anyone in this room could be looking at anything but her.
I love this sweet, professional side of hers, but I can't help but chuckle under my breath when I think of the side I saw of her just last night, when I got home late from New York.
"Hey, handsome."
I hear her seductive voice from down the hall. I can tell by the way she says those two simple words, she's feeling sassy. Just the way I like her.
"Where you at, gorgeous?"
"In bed, waiting for you. Come find me."
Hell yes, my girl is feeling sassy, and I cannot be happier. In situations like this, her sass tends to work out in my favor and hers.
"What are you up..."
Words escape me when I reach the doorway of her bedroom. The vision in front of me makes any of my boyhood fantasies pale in comparison.
The lights are off, and there are candles lit all around the room. The bedding is pulled back, and in the center of it is everything I could have ever dreamed of and more. I don't know how it would be possible to ever want another woman again. I have no idea what I've done to deserve her, but I'm sure as hell never letting her go.
Knowing exactly what I like, she has put herself together perfectly. Sitting back on her elbows with one leg bent and the other crossed over it, she knows she's got me. I'm a goner.
Her long, chestnut waves are sitting high in a messy pony tail on top of her head, and she has nothing on but one of my ties and her glasses. Her fucking glasses.
They get me. Every. Single. Time. She even moves them down her nose just the slightest bit and looks at me from over the top of them like she knows I love. "Do you like?" she asks as the foot attached to her long, sexy, crossed leg bounces up and down, her body shimmering in the dancing flames of the candle.
She's pleased with herself.
As she should be.
"Oh, baby. I love!"
Her smile widens, and she flips the navy striped tie resting between her breasts, back and forth and