sex-me boss.

-Who’s the package for?” Olivia asked, looking at the package with one eye only, given its size.

-As far as I know, we’re here in your apartment, which means the package is for you, and don’t worry, I signed for it. The guy asked, “Is it Olivia Turner?

-But girls, I didn’t order anything.

Maggie winked at her with a mischievous smile on her lips, which made Olivia stress even more. She’d never been given presents before, especially not in such a big package, so it was only natural that she should be worried, but her friends didn’t seem to understand.

-I think I know who sent this package,” Maggie announced suddenly.

-Go on, tell me,” listed Betty impatiently.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

-I think it’s her boss.

As Olivia scowled at her after what she’d just said, Betty frowned, which put Olivia in a bad position again. She didn’t know what to make of this girl who thought Damon was hers when perhaps he’d forgotten she even existed.

-I’m not talking about Damon Dixon, but Martin Dubois, you know, the one who prevented the three of us from spending our last evening together when we’d already planned everything,” Maggie snapped.

Olivia breathed a sigh of relief as she saw how Betty was still gradually coming around, but she knew the package couldn’t have come from Martin Dubois, since she’d been avoiding him all week.

-And if you were to open the package, Olivia.

-oh, but of course.

She walked over to it and opened it. She saw a glittering fabric inside, a magnificent outfit worthy of a great fashion house, and it seemed to let her know that this was a mistake and that this package wasn’t for her. She picked up the note that lay on top, and just as she was about to read it, Betty snatched it from her hands.

-A beautiful outfit for a beautiful pearl. I know it’ll look great on you so I hope you’ll wear it for Saturday night Olivia Turner, Betty had read.

Oh, but girls, to say I’m not jealous would be too big a lie, so Oli, please send out the dress and, by the way, I think whoever sent that package deserves a thank-you kiss.

He richly deserved it, but she was still waiting for him to come to her. She still held out hope that one day she’d have the chance to taste this man’s lips. She wondered why he’d sent her this outfit when it meant nothing to him.

-I can’t wait to meet this Martin,” Betty told him. Oli tomorrow’s the last day, so I’m really hoping you can find me a way onto Damon Dixon’s property, and by the way, it’s much easier. You’ll just have to turn on the charm with this Martin guy as he’s got his eye on you and he’ll be able to supply you with what I need.

She paid him no attention and ran her hand over the fabric of the dress, thinking of her mysterious stranger, his unique and sensual way of sliding his clothes down her body. She hoped he’d be there and that he’d take this garment away from her for a good part of the night.

-Do you think he’ll be there, Oli?

-Who are you talking about, Maggie?

-your mysterious stranger. I know you well enough and I don’t need you to talk much for me to understand you. Your cheekbones are red while you’re lost in thought. He must be the object of your trouble.

-I don’t understand why you persist in thinking about this man Oli, he wouldn’t give you his identity and now you’ve got this Martin so why don’t you hang on to forget this mysterious man.

-Because it’s not easy Betty, you have to understand her, he’s the first man she’s ever had a real first time with, if you can call it that, so you understand that it’s normal for him to still confuse her so much, but who knows, he might be at the party, even if he’s not on Dixon’s staff. Aviation. but I think you’ve lost the game or you’re losing it Olivia, your heart is beating.

-What nonsense, desire isn’t love so no I haven’t lost the game and for the moment I’m still proving myself don’t forget it’s stretched out over a few months so you can’t conclude now.

-As you wish, but you’re not going to last long,” says Maggie with a wink.