Making His Baby(140)
If not, I may just combust.
In spite of our data being secured by the most thorough encryption measures, some idiot had still been able to hack into the servers and wipe out several features of the app. The desktop version had crashed completely, causing upset customers to flood our phone lines with frustrated complaints and outright angry demands.
Eighteen long hours had passed since the problem was discovered and I’ve been right here the whole time, only stepping away from the mayhem to use the restroom.
Even then, someone usually follows me inside, briefing me on the latest developments.
It’s as if the universe had wanted to humble me after my lavish vacation away from my usual responsibilities.
But, God, I miss Olivia.
After having her within my reach twenty-four seven, having her thousands of miles away is a tough pill to swallow.
With over a decade of experience in the tech field, I’m no stranger to the turmoil that can erupt at a moment’s notice. Behind the scenes, things go wrong a lot more than people realize.
However, I can handle it because in this field you have no choice. You either roll with the punches or get knocked out.
My skin is a lot tougher for it.
What I’m not so adept at handling is this deep-rooted yearning for a woman who effortlessly knocked me off my feet.
Call me a sap, but I miss everything about her.
Everything I liked about her in high school has only been amplified in adulthood.
She’s still sweet and fun-loving. Patient and loyal to a fault. Add all those things to the fact that she’s an incredible lover and you can see why I’m a little flustered here.
“What do you think, Bash?” Malakai asks from my right side.
When I look at him, he’s staring at me intently. I have no fucking idea what he just said.
Olivia is dominating my thoughts to the point of distraction.
Not a good sign.
Snap out of it, you have a company to run and people counting on you.
“Run that by me again,” I say focusing my tired gaze on him.
***
Hours later, I’m alone in the same room rewriting the code for the site.
I’d felt bad and released my team for a brief recess so that they could sleep and see their families before returning in a few hours.
It’s nearing five which means Olivia has already started her day in Tennessee.
Needing to hear her voice, no matter how brief, I come to a stopping point and grab my phone.
Because I’d set it to “Do Not Disturb,” I see a ton of missed calls and text messages. Swiping past them, I find Olivia’s name and press “call.”
“Hello?” she answers distractedly on the third ring. I can tell she didn’t look at the screen before answering.
Running a hand over my two-day stubble, I exhale as I let her voice soothe me.
“Good morning, sweetheart.”
There’s a short pause as she pieces things together, then her voice sounds excited.
“Sebastian, it’s not even seven and I know you’re two hours behind. So, what on earth are you doing awake at this ungodly hour?”
Leaning back in my chair, a slow grin forms on my face when I hear her mild southern twang. It only shines through when she’s excited and right now she’s apparently excited to speak to me.
I smile harder.
It’s my first real smile in days and of course she’s the one to provide it.
Seriously, it makes no sense for me to be this happy about talking to another human.
“Just wanted to hear your voice,” I answer truthfully, my words languid thanks to a severe lack of sleep.
On the other end, Olivia releases a contented sigh.
“Someone certainly has a way with words,” she giggles coyly. “You should never make a lady blush before ten in the morning.”
“Trust me, Liv. If it were up to me, I’d have you blushing from sunup to sundown each and every day. If you’d let me,” I add pointedly.
Enthralled in our banter, I slouch down further in my seat.
Olivia clears her throat at this comment and I smile victoriously.
I’d rattled her cage.
“So, what are you up to?” she asks, promptly changing the subject.
Her evasiveness is not lost on me, but I don’t dwell on it since I’m already pressed for time.
“Nothing interesting,” I tell her looking at my laptop. “I’d much rather hear what’s new with you. We got rushed off the phone last night and you didn’t tell me about your day.”
“My day was pretty dull,” her tone echoes her sentiment. Then there’s a slight pause. “Oh! I finished my application to nursing school,” she finishes with much more enthusiasm.
I can’t help but be excited for her. Even if I do selfishly want her to attend a school on the west coast.