CHAPTER 9
Olivia
Saturday
The past few days flew by. I’d been working away in my office and spending time with Leah. I knew when Ethan got back next week he’d be ready to hit the ground running. This week had been more of a practice round. I wanted to be totally prepared so I decided it would be a good idea to drop by the office on Saturday and go over the items I was supposed to learn one more time. I wanted to know the information forward and back when he arrived, or at least as good as I could.
But is it possible he hired me just to have me and not actually do any work? Is he looking for a kept woman and a glorified babysitter, or someone to really partner with. He’s a skilled attorney and slick with words and psychology. I’m sure if he wanted to he could play me like a fiddle, but I don’t think he would.
But if and when we do really become more like partners it will give me tremendous power…more than I could have ever dreamed of. I’d love nothing more than to use that power to help others.
Power was great, but it wasn’t really my objective. What I really wanted was him and he had turned on a part of my femininity that had long been dormant. Yes, I was a virgin but I had had some boyfriends in college…if you can call them that. They were nice guys but mostly pushovers who were looking for me to lead and make decisions. I appreciate that they cared about my opinion, but the last thing I wanted was to make every decision in the relationship. I guess that’s why none of them lasted long at all.
And the bad boys? They never really found me attractive, nor did I them. They were just out for one thing and I wasn’t about to give it to them for nothing.
No man had ever really made me feel, never made me emotional like Ethan did. He could make me feel nervousness, fear, power, and beautiful all in a period of minutes just with his body language.
I’d experienced so many emotions with him already, but emotions weren’t the only thing I was looking forward to experiencing with him. I wanted to experience the world with him. We could travel for pleasure and business and enjoy all the adventures this beautiful world of ours had to offer.
But those thoughts were light years ahead. Although he’d made a tremendous impression on me already when I thought about it I realized we’d barely spent any time together. I’d spent considerably more time with Leah than Ethan.
But I couldn’t get ahead of myself right now. I needed to go back over the material he left for me. He’s obviously running a buttoned-up operation and I need to be in my best form just to have a chance to keep up with him.
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Later that afternoon I’d had enough. My mind was spent and I knew it would be better to get out of the office and get some exercise. Plus I didn’t know if the doorman stayed much past five p.m. on a weekend.
I powered down my laptop and stood and stretched. Even though it was late and I was mentally tired I still had a kind of energy inside me. There was just something about the grandiosity of his penthouse offices and remembering how I felt when he first brought me into the office next to his.
It wouldn’t hurt to relive that a bit would it?
I leave my office and shut the secret door. I feel like a spy in a movie, and it makes me giggle.
I look at Ethan’s big desk and remember how he had me take that test in that chair. How my mind somehow knew I didn’t belong there. Even though I was in a powerful position, his words and ways could make me feel powerless or powerful at his will.
I want to know what it feels like in that chair when I’m all alone.
I make my way over to his desk and slowly slide out that plush, black leather chair. I run my finger along the top of his wooden desk before I give it a knock. The sound it gives off is thick and strong. I look and see it must be a couple inches thick. I remember when I caught a glimpse of him when I first came around the edge of this desk. His wood was just as solid, but wider and a whole lot longer.
I looked back at the door to his office. It was open. Was this really a smart move? I just couldn’t get the fantasy and the feeling of power out of my mind. What if the cleaning crew or someone came in and saw me sitting here? Then again I don’t think they’d care or even think to tell him. It’s not like I’m going to put my feet up.
I had to at least sit here and see how it felt when I was all alone. To feel that power once and know what it’s like to be Ethan Stone…even if just in my imagination.
A girl can dream, right?