Liar

Olivia: Tell him it’s a business question for my class. I asked Vivian, and she told me to ask you.

Kent: Jesus.

Olivia: See how the lighting highlights my clothes.

Kent: What clothes?

Olivia: I’m wearing panties. Do you want to see?

Kent: What the hell am I going to do with you?

Olivia: I have a few ideas.

Kent: You’re being very forward tonight.

Olivia: And I’m not even sorry for it.

Kent: I didn’t expect you would be.

Kent: We’ll discuss the mirrors when I get back.

Olivia: Okay. When *do* you get back?

Kent: Tomorrow.

Olivia: Yay! I can’t wait.

Kent: Olivia …

Olivia: What? Can’t a girl be excited to see her boss?? I’m really excited to talk mirrors.

Olivia: I know how much you love to fuck in front of them. Maybe we should test the bathroom mirrors on each floor for research purposes.

Kent: … I’m in a meeting. We’ll talk about the LOBBY mirrors when I get back.

Olivia: At nine at night?

Kent: A dinner meeting.

Olivia: Oh, is Paige there?

Kent: Yes.

Olivia: Does she like fucking in front of mirrors?

Kent: Goodnight, Olivia.

Olivia: Party pooper.

I dropped my phone on the nightstand and went back to drinking my bottle of wine and watching Netflix.

When the last of the alcohol was gone, and the movie was over, I ached. Despite how much I’d taunted him at the bar last weekend, I never went home with anyone. I never let anyone touch me after he left. Nothing brought my skin to life like he did, and the only person I wanted licking liquor from my body was him.

I looked to the bathroom and remembered the way it felt to have Kent powering into me. I remembered how I was at his mercy with his hand around my throat.

Tossing my shirt across the room, I flopped back on the bed and slid my hand into my panties.

I hated the idea of him with Paige when all I wanted was for him to think of me. I wanted him to ache for me like I ached for him.

Making a decision, and not bothering to think it through, I snagged my phone off the nightstand and held it over my body. I used one hand to barely cover my nipples and spread my legs. I considered taking my underwear off but didn’t want to have my pussy out in the cyber world.

I snapped the pic and cropped to just above my lips and hit send.

Olivia: I miss having you inside me.

When I woke the next morning—or more like afternoon—I still hadn’t heard from him.

Stupid Olivia.

I berated myself all day for my drunken text.

It was one thing to flirt and another thing to outright announce how much I missed him. I just hated the thought of him with stupid Paige. And I hated that I hated the idea.

I was Olivia Witt. I didn’t do jealousy. I didn’t care enough. I fucked who I wanted, when I wanted, and didn’t chase anyone.

The whole day I felt like I was at war with myself. Two parts of me would argue each side.

Obviously, he wants you. He just needs a little push. It’s okay to push.

You do not chase anyone. Ever. Don’t degrade yourself like that. Don’t make yourself that available to anyone.

But the sex with him is so good. I haven’t felt this kind of excitement over anything in so long.

Don’t let him have that kind of power over your emotions.

I was so tired of being in my own head that when Oaklyn invited me to dinner, I jumped at the chance. Then when Aaron called a few minutes after, I invited him too.

“Why the hell did you invite him?” Oaklyn grumbled when Aaron walked away to use the restroom.

I chewed my cheek, trying to decide how much I wanted to admit. But it was Oaklyn. I told her everything. Maybe she could help settle the internal mess my mind was.

“I sent a dirty pic to Kent and told him I missed him.” Her eyebrows rose slowly into her hairline. “He didn’t respond, and now I feel stupid. I need to soothe my ego with male attention.”

“I’d hardly call Aaron ‘male’.”

“You know what I mean.”

“I do. And only because I know how big of a deal that message was, will I not comment on Aaron again. At least for tonight.”

Aaron came back from the bathroom, and Oaklyn even tried to force a laugh at his stupid jokes. I scraped my fork through the alfredo sauce, clinging to my plate, barely listening to him ramble on. I almost jumped out of my skin when his hand landed high on my thigh and moved under my skirt. I slapped my hand over his to stop his ascent. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to my neck, making me cringe.

“Come on, Livvie-baby. Let me get you ready for tonight.”

I looked across the table at Oaklyn, who was looking down at her plate but also making gagging motions.