Since leaving the bar on Friday, I hadn’t let her out of my sight. She insisted on going back to her place the following day and we ended up back in my bed. She wanted to get some clothes from home, but she didn’t need clothes all weekend. As soon as she put her dress back on, then I would take it right back off again. We’d showered, eaten, bathed, talked, and f****d. I was exhausted and I still couldn’t get enough of her company.
Last night I dropped her off at home and she was giving me a little tour and then once I saw her bed and smelled her scent on her pillows, I had to have her once again.
I woke her up. “Olivia. Olivia.”
She was in a daze. Damn, the woman could sleep.
“You’re not going to believe this.”
“What is it Ross?”
“The deal’s gone through.”
“You mean?”
“Yes, we f**
