Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 86710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
I smile, recalling our farewell moment that had involved a brief, yet intense, kiss in the doorway of her apartment. I had lingered there, my fingertips reaching out to her one last time before I turned and left.
A knock comes on my door and it swings open before I can say anything. Olivia appears looking sexy in a black pencil skirt that hugs her hips. She comes to my desk, leans forward, and kisses me. My cock stirs even though it’s less than three hours since we made love.
Olivia giggles and sashays toward me, her hair dancing with each step. I beam up at her from my chair, my heart jumping at the sight of her.
"Come around. I want to kiss you properly. Then I can focus on my work," I murmur, my voice barely a whisper.
She chuckles but doesn't reply. Instead, she stops in front of me and slowly lowers herself to sit on my lap. She clasps her arms around me and lays her head against my chest, her hair spilling over my shoulders.
I raise my hands to her cheeks and stroke them softly, before leaning in and gently pressing my lips against hers. Olivia raises her head and we kiss intensely, our lips pulling apart only when we need to take a breath. My hands wander over her contours, her velvety skin, and her heat.
Finally, she withdraws and stands, a small smile playing on her lips. "To be continued," she says, before spinning away and leaving my office.
I stay in my chair, my heart thudding and my mind still occupied with thoughts of her. I eventually manage to get back to work, though it takes me a long time to stop thinking of her.
At eight, she brings me my coffee, and as usual, we go through my schedule. It’s a busy day but all the while, Olivia is in my thoughts. I have a burning need to do something that shows a change in our relationship.
It comes to me and I tell Olivia over dinner at my place that evening. “I want you to meet my parents,” I tell Olivia over a chicken salad. We’re seated opposite each other on the kitchen island and I can see her expression clearly.
Her first reaction is not encouraging.
She cocks her head and looks at me, the way she does when she’s thinking something over. “I don’t know if I want to meet your parents.” She looks me straight in the eye and I can see that she means every word.
“Why not?” My voice reveals the hurt I’m feeling. I thought that she would be eager to meet my parents the way I was eager to meet her family.
“Because they’ll want to know who I am,” she says.
I blink at Olivia, not understanding her meaning. “Yes. They will. What’s wrong with that?”
“And what will you tell them?” Olivia avoids eye contact as she winds a strand of her hair around her finger. I'm left completely confused as to why she's so opposed to spending time with my family. All I want is for her to meet my parents.
“The truth,” I say. “That you’re my girlfriend.”
“That seems like such a big step. Can’t I just meet your parents as your friend?” She gets up and goes to the fridge, where she rummages for a few seconds then returns with a container of strawberries. She pops one in her mouth and another in mine.
Her words hang in the air between us, heavy with meaning and expectation. I am dumbfounded, feeling a strange mix of emotions—hurt and confusion, but also a smolder of hope. Maybe she’s just frightened. We love each other, so why is this such a big deal for her? I don't know what to say. I feel a mixture of hurt and confusion as her words sink in. Is she not proud to be my girlfriend? It is hard to tell, but I bite my lip and try not to let my emotions get the best of me.
“I understand,” I say, finally finding my voice. “But don’t you think it’s time to take the next step? I would like our relationship to be taken seriously, and I think telling my parents that we’re dating is one way to show that.”
She is quiet for a moment, and I begin to feel hopeful. Maybe she is ready to take the next step after all.
“Okay,” she says softly.
“How about tomorrow evening?” I ask her, excitement coursing through me. I never thought this moment would come when I would introduce the love of my life to my parents. Olivia is special and I know they’ll see that right away.
“I can’t. I’m meeting Chris tomorrow after work,” Olivia says.
I feel like I’ve been slapped. “But why do you have to meet him now? You've known him for years, can't you reschedule?" I can hear the slight hint of desperation in my voice. I really want this and I want Olivia to want it too.