Complications(31)

He chuckled, “If only I knew that in college, I probably wouldn’t have had to work in a kitchen.”

“You did?” Olivia asked curiously. “Doing what?”

He grinned, unashamed, “You are looking at the best dishwasher on the planet.”

Olivia smiled, her eyes sparkling, “Ah, it’s starting to make sense. You did wash my pans really well.”

“It’s another talent,” he shrugged nonchalantly as she rolled her eyes in amusement. “I eventually talked my way up to a waiter position.”

“I believe it, Mr. Sales Director,” she murmured, taking another sip of coffee.

He leaned down to nibble her ear as he lowered his voice, “Director of Sales, you little minx.” Her giggle filled the room and Alex smiled at the sound before pulling away. “Come on, breakfast time.”

He tried to tug the sheet away from her, but she gasped in surprise. “I am not walking around your house naked.”

“I’ve already seen all the bits and pieces, Liv,” he argued.

“Not in broad daylight you haven’t,” she said, clutching the sheets, her eyes wide.

He threw up his hands in surrender, knowing it was a touchy subject for her and that she wouldn’t budge. “Okay. Do you have something to wear?”

She nodded, “I brought a change of clothes in my bag.” Her eyes went to the tote he had brought in the room before they fell asleep the night before.

Alex shook his head. “You can borrow mine. Yours will just end up on the floor again after breakfast.” He leaned down to give her a quick kiss, as her eyes became dazed. “We wouldn’t want to wrinkle them unnecessarily.” He winked at her as a blush started. He was beyond amazed that she still blushed so much even after all they had done together. But he wasn’t complaining. Not one bit.

He walked over to his dresser, pulling out boxers and a t-shirt for her as he pulled on sweats over his half-hard erection. Her eyes were on the bulge when he turned around and he felt himself harden even more as she bit her lip.

“Don’t give me that look, darling,” he said roughly, stalking towards her with the clothes. “I’m starving after last night, but if you keep looking at me like that we won’t be eating until lunch.”

“Okay,” she whispered, taking a hurried sip of coffee as a distraction. He smiled in satisfaction.

“I’ll meet you in the kitchen,” he murmured.



Olivia held her breath as she watched Alex walk out of his bedroom. Once he was gone, she hopped out of bed, her stomach fluttering as she pulled his boxers up her legs.

She glanced at the navy blue t-shirt he had given her. It was soft from use and had a white logo over the left breast, which said Branford Construction. She inhaled the smell of it like a woman possessed before pulling it guiltily over her head, shooting a look at the door to make sure he wasn’t watching. He would tease her about it to no end if he had seen.

Even though she was a curvier woman, his clothes still swamped her. It made her feel almost petite. As petite as she could be at five feet eight inches, at least.

Next, Olivia made her way to the bathroom to brush her teeth. Last night before they fell asleep she came into the bathroom to do the exact same thing, but the cleanliness still surprised her as she entered now. Like the rest of the house, it was completely upgraded and spacious with a shower and a separate tub that she would die to use. Olivia wondered if Alex had a cleaning service that came through, but she figured he didn’t after thinking about it. He didn’t strike her as a messy person and he definitely didn’t clutter his space.

Once she finished, she inspected herself openly in the mirror. Battle wounds, she thought as she spotted faint bruises along her neck from Alex’s kisses and nibbles. She blushed a little when she realized he was probably sporting some too. She would have to look when she saw him.

Her cheeks and lips were naturally flushed a dark pink so she decided against makeup. And once she smoothed her hair back as best as she could into a ponytail, she made her way out of the room, stopping to quickly snag her coffee off the nightstand.

She stopped wandering when she spotted Alex in the kitchen. She lingered a bit, admiring the way his back muscles shifted and stretched as he finished cleaning the pan he used for last night’s dinner. She realized they hadn’t cleaned up, since they had been so intent on other activities…

Hearing her enter the kitchen, Alex turned around, wiping his hands on a dishtowel as he finished rinsing the pan. She laughed at the sight and he smirked, tugging her towards him as she rounded the island counter. “What?”