Just One Of Those Things
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As Always For Heather
CHAPTER EIGHT
Olivia was settling into her new role with surprising
ease. There were those in the office
who felt some resentment towards her promotion. Most notably Rob Vadecki, who said nothing to her face, was
constantly snipping behind Olivia's back.
This did not surprise her, he was just being his usual snotty self. Rob was one of those guys who was great at
taking credit for when things went well and a master at dodging the blame when
things did not. Olivia never liked the
scrawny weasel. But she didn't have to
like him, she just had to tolerate him.
Much to her
own surprise the break up with Ruth had left her feeling more at ease with
herself. Although she did feel a
certain amount of resentment towards Ruth and the good doctor. She did feel hypocritical by her feelings of
ill will, but like Rob she could live with it. Olivia threw herself into her
work, preparing for Karla's arrival.
She felt a deep seeded need to
prove herself to her new boss.
She felt certain that she could track down the elusive
Charolette Hayden Smith, before Karla's arrival next week. After all in this modern world there is
nothing a person can't find out.
Unfortunately it did appear that there was definitely something she
couldn't find out. She could not track
down the mysterious novelist.
"Well I understand her need for privacy." Olivia groaned in exasperation into the
telephone. "No . . . you don't
understand, my company has a very lucrative offer for her." Olivia was at her wits end. "Fine could you at least pass a message
onto her?" The woman from Ms.
Smith's present publisher had been stonewalling her for the better part of an
hour. "Why not? Hello?"
Olivia hung up the telephone in frustration. "She hung up on me." Olivia spoke aloud to her empty office. She rested her face into her hands as she
tried to think of something, anything that would shed light on the writer's
whereabouts. The buzzing of her
telephone snapped her out of her musings.
She pressed her intercom in response. "Yes, Robyn?" She said wearily to her assistant. The thought of it made her smile. "I have my own assistant. My, you have come a long way from Chapel
Hill."
"Miss James is on line two." Robyn informed her.
"Thank you Robyn." Olivia said with slight smile as she secretly looked forward to
hearing the tall brunette's sultry voice.
Unconsciously, she brushed back her short blonde hair,
straightened her posture and wiped her now sweaty palms on her skirt before
answering the call. "Good Morning,
Miss James." Olivia managed to say
in a professional tone.
"Good Morning Olivia." Karla's deep voice floated from the other
end of the country. "I've been
going over the data you sent me and everything looks great."
"Thank you, Miss James." Olivia replied with a smile.
"I just have a few quick questions." Karla began as Olivia could detect the
sounds of papers being shuffled around.
"First off I understand that you are getting a new Governor."
"Oh yes, Thanks to our new President we are
finally loosing our Governor to Canada."
Olivia grumbled at the thought that Howdy Doody had actually been
elected President. "So are we
changing our position on doing her PR?"
"Not a chance." Karla responded firmly.
"But we need to make sure we don't ruffle her feathers. Since she is going to be the Govenor we need
to keep in her good graces. If we have
to we could do some smaller projects for her.
But nothing major."
"No problem." Olivia reassured her.
"I've already excused us from working with her. I pointed out that since we do work for the
Big Dig it could be considered a conflict of interest."
"Smart girl." Karla smiled into the phone allowing herself to get carried away
by the tone of Olivia's voice.
Both women found themselves in a comfortable silence
unknowingly they both allowed their minds to wander, thinking only of how good
the other sounded.
"Now
that is settled, how is everything
going with my favorite pet project?"
Karla said, suddenly breaking the spell when she realized that neither
had spoken for several moments.
Olivia groaned in response. "Not good." She
admitted shyly. "I can't find out
anything. There seems to be no way of
contacting her directly. I tried the
internet, the phone book, and everything else I could think of. But it seems that the only way to get a
message to her is through her publisher.
The woman doesn't even have an agent.
Frankly, I don't get it. Don't
these people usually seek out notoriety?"
"Apparently not." Karla chuckled slightly.
"I just feel like I'm letting you
down." Olivia admitted with a hint
of saddness.
"Hey give yourself a break here." Karla offered in a firm yet gentle
tone. "You just got started."
"Yeah well." Olivia sneered. "I
have some feelers out to high schools and colleges. If she is a local she has to pop up somewhere. It's a little difficult since I have no idea
how old she is. That and I never realized
how frustrating it was trying to track down someone who's last name is
Smith."
"Okay then you get back on it and I'll see you in
a few days." Karla offered with a
light laugh.
"I live to serve." Olivia teased. "If
you need me and can't reach me at the office let me give you my beeper
number. I never shut it off so you can
reach me anytime. I can call you back
on my cell phone. Ready?"
"Go ahead."
Karla responded in an odd tone.
"617-555-4039." Olivia said carefully.
"Got it."
Karla's voice answered with the same strange tone. "What about the other number, the one
from your personal file?"
"I . . . uhm." Olivia breathed heavily not wanting to go into details. "I've moved recently and I'm staying
with a friend until I find a new place. If you need me just page me."
"Oh."
Karla said heavily.
Olivia listened to the silence coming from the other
end of the receiver. She was fighting
with herself over whether or not she should go into further detail. She waited patiently as she tried to think
of something to say that would ease the situation. She glanced at her watch quickly and smiled as something occurred
to her. "Aren't you at work a
little early?" She blurted
out. "I just looked at my watch
and realized that out there the sun hasn't even risen yet."
"I'm still at home." Karla confessed. "I got tired of packing and decided to check in with you."
"Oh I see."
Olivia laughed. "So you
were bored and thought of me? I'm
flattered."
"Something like that." Karla quipped. "Look I'll let you get back to work and I'll touch base with
you soon."
After they exchanged their goodbyes Olivia hung up the
telephone unable to shake the warm feeling she was experiencing after hearing
Karla's voice. "This is so
bad."
Karla
stood staring at the telephone before casting a glance around the mess in her
apartment. She tried to decipher what
was troubling her more at that moment; the mess in her soon to be ex-residence
or the one inside of her head.
"What the hell did I do?"
She asked the small orange tabby who was sleeping peacefully on top of
one her black cashmere sweaters. Karla
didn't attempt to move the feline, after having conceded her loss to the cat years ago. "Tell me Howard, did I screw up
someone's life? She moved out. I caused this." The cat looked up at her with sudden
interest. "But then again Olivia
did say there were problems in her relationship. And her lover couldn't have known that she had an affair unless
she told her right?" Howard just
looked at his owner quizzicly wondering just when he was going to be fed. "So I didn't mess up anything, then why
do I feel so guilty? Talk to me boy,
what should I do?" She asked the
cat. Howard realizing that he was not
going to be fed anytime soon began to clean himself. "Thanks alot Pal!"
Karla growled at the ball of fur.
"Some help you are. You
know if I could do that I probably wouldn't be in this mess right now."
"Enough Karla!" She warned herself.
"It was just one night stop over-analyzing it. All this proves is that Olivia was being
honest with me about problems in her relationship." Karla took a calming breath and returned to
her packing. She had decided that she
would ship most of her stuff out ahead of her and simply get rid of the
rest. As she looked at the now neatly
stacked boxes that represented her soul worth on this planet she was startled
to realize that she had very little to show for her thirty four years.
It wasn't a materialistic observation, in fact it was
quite the opposite. There was her
stereo equipment, vcr, dvd, computer and television. The furniture held no interest for her to keep. What was missing were personal items. Of course moving around so much as kid had
alot to do with that. It's hard to feel
settled when you have a new father every couple of years. Nothing seemed permanent in the land of neon
she had been raised in. Then of course
there was her biological father Harry.
He was a good guy; he was just very stuck in the sixties. She and Harry would get together every now
and then when she would bail him out of jail.
Harry was most definitely a character.
Things at the office were finally falling together so
she could leave for the eastcoast soon.
But the unexpected delay meant that she and Howard would now have to fly
out there instead of driving. The
thought of going back up into the friendly skies made her stomach turn. "It will be alright." She told herself. Shaking herself out of her thoughts she tried to organize what
she needed to do for her trip. She dug
out the much needed list of things she needed and added a few more.
After making all of the telephone calls she needed to
handle she showered and dressed and left for the office. Work that day proved to be easy. Kenny was slipping into his new role with
ease. Tim had taught the young man very
well. The extra time allowed Karla to
handle some more last minute details.
It also gave her time to allow her mind to wander. Her thoughts constantly drifting towards a
certain blonde. More than once during
the day she found herself asking Kenny about her new assistant.
Once she arrived home she decided to take a hot bath
and relax; hopefully the allure of the vanilla scented bubbles and a nice glass
of Zinfandel would be the calming influence she needed. She sighed as she lowered herself into the
steamy bath. Howard perched himself on
the rim of the tub and watched the bubbles with fasination. Occasionally the feline would reach out and
try to capture one of the elusive bubbles.
"Watch it Howard."
Karla warned. "You're just
going to fall in like you always do."
The cat looked at her in disbelief.
"Hey don't say I didn't warn you." Karla chuckled.
"Tell me Howard, what is it about Miss Olivia
Davenport that has me so hot and bothered?" Karla asked the feline.
Howard paid no attention to the human as he watched the water. "I've been good at putting some
distance between us. I didn't correct
her when she started calling me Miss James.
That was good right?" Karla
looked over at the orange tabby who wasn't paying any attention to her. "Some help you are. Maybe I should have gotten a dog." She snorted. Howard simply meowed in
disgust at the very idea.
Karla closed her eyes as she tried to release herself
from the thoughts of the impending move and working side by side with her
beautiful assistant. She felt herself
beginning to drift off as images of Olivia's body crept into her mind. "What the hell." She conceded as she began to create a
fantasy in her mind. She pictured
Olivia standing in her office late one night.
Olivia approached her slowly.
She was wearing a short black dress that allowed Karla to see her
cleavage peeking out. Karla chuckled slightly at the thought of Olivia wearing
something like that to the office.
"Oh well it's just a fantasy." Karla sighed as she began to picture the petite blonde's hands
reaching up and gently begin to caress Karla's shoulders.
Karla absently began to caress her own body. She was lost in her musing, disturbed only
slightly at the sounds of Howard chasing the ever elusive bubbles. With one hand cupping her own breast her
other hand was beginning to trail down her body as she pictured Olivia's hands
touching her. Her hand slid between her
legs, when a sudden splash jolted her back to reality. She laughed at the sight of the now soaking
wet tabby trying to make his way out of the tub. "Hey I warned you."
Karla laughed as she lifted the extremely agigtated cat out of the
water. "Well so much for
playtime." Karla sighed as she
stepped out of the tub so she could take care of the dripping wet Howard.
The following week Karla found herself gripping the
arm rest of her seat on the airplane.
She gave a fearfull glance over at the pet carrier seated next to
her. Howard was sleeping peacefully
thanks to the pills from the vet.
Feeling no comfort from the sleeping animal Karla braced herself for the
landing at Boston's Logan Airport.
"Almost on the ground."
Karla muttered to herself. It
had only taken one transfer and three delays but she was almost there.
She added a silent prayer that her luggage would be
waiting for her as well. She shipped
her belongings on ahead of her and she hoped that they would arrive in Boston
sometime this century. She had sold off
her funiture and at the last minute her car.
Now that she wasn't driving to the eastcoast, she wouldn't need it. She could always buy a new one if she needed
to. She had heard the horror stories of
trying to find parking in the city and when she had visited last month to meet
with Tim she found the drivers in the area a little unsettling to say the
least.
Karla breathed a heavy sigh of relief as the plane
landed safely. She gathered up her
belongings and Howard and waited for her turn to depart the aircraft. She needed to find the baggage claim, then
her luggage and then a taxi. She had
the address of the apartment she would be renting temporarily written
down. "I hope we like our new home
Howard." She offered to the
sleeping feline.
As she stepped past the security gate she began to
search for signs that would lead her into the right direction. She held Howard's carrier tightly in front
of herself while she balanced two bags on her shoulders. Out of the corner of her eye she caught a
glimpse of a familar blonde. A slight
smile crossed her lips as she watched Olivia approaching.
Olivia saw her the moment she stepped through the
crowd. It was hard to miss Karla James
even in the hub bub of the airport.
"Hi." Olivia offered
shyly as she approached the taller woman.
She relaxed slightly when she saw the smile Karla offered in return.
"What are you doing here?" Karla asked softly.
"I know you said you didn't need any
help." Olivia quickly
explained. "But I know how crazy
it is here. I'm glad I did, you're
loaded down like a pack mule. You have
more bags I take it."
Karla nodded in reply. "Are you okay?"
Olivia asked quickly as she held out her hand for Karla's claim
checks. "You look a little
pale."
"Oh I'm fine." Karla lied not wanting the petite blonde to know about her fear
of flying. "I was a little worried
about Howard here." Karla shifted
the carrier.
"Oh."
Olivia smiled in disbelief as she peeked into the pet's carrier. "Yes, I see what you mean. He looks absolutely traumatized." Olivia chuckled softly as she looked up from
the sleeping feline.
"Okay."
Karla blushed deeply. "I
hate to fly." She confessed as
Olivia directed her towards the escalator.
"Don't worry your secret is safe with
me." Olivia smiled in return. "I've rented a car. How many bags do you have?"
"Three."
Karla sighed as they made their way over to the proper baggage
carousel. "You don't own a
car?"
"Not much need for one when you live in the
city." Olivia explained. "Plus the parking in town sucks. Not to mention the insurance rates in this
state. Sydney has one but it tends to
break down alot."
"Sydney?"
Karla questioned. "That's
one." She went to reach for the
bag but Olivia grabbed it before she could.
"Sydney Chase." Olivia explained.
"My friend that I'm staying with until I find a new
apartment."
"Oh."
Karla said with a hint of discomfort.
She felt a wave of guilt wash over her when Olivia mentioned her new
living arrangments. Karla shifted
nervously as Olivia gathered the last of her luggage. "That's nice of him to put you up." Olivia laughed brightly as she directed
Karla out of the airport terminal and into the parking area.
"What?" Karla asked in
confusion.
"Nothing it's just that Chase is most definately
not a man." Olivia smiled as she
led Karla over to the green Ford Focus she rented for the weekend. "She's a very old friend of mine. It was nice of her to give me a place to
crash. I need to find something soon
though, two people sharing a studio in Cambridge is less than ideal."
"A bit cramped?" Karla inquired as they loaded her bags into the small car before
strapping Howard's carrier into the backseat.
Karla then squeezed herself into the car. "They just make these cars for normal sized people." Karla groaned. Olivia looked over from the driver's side with a teasing smile.
"Oh I don't know I find it quite
comfortable." Olivia smiled
brightly as she cast a quick glance over Karla's long legs.
"Where to Miss. James?" Olivia offered brightly. Karla reached into her pocket and pulled out
the slip of paper that had the address of her new apartment.
"Do you
know how to get there?" Karla
asked hesitantly.
"Oh sure."
Olivia replied. "That's a
nice area of Brookline. Lot's of
restaurants and shopping."
"Really?"
Karla brightened at the thought.
"You don't know where your apartment
is?" Olivia questioned her as
started the car.
"Uhm no."
Karla confessed. "I just
had a realtor find me something."
Olivia just shook her head in disbelief. "Well I'm glad I picked you up, after
we get you settled I can show you around town." Olivia suddenly wondered if she might be overstepping their
boundries. "I mean if that's
alright with you, Miss. James.?"
"Yeah that would be great." Karla smiled as she cast a glance in the
backseat noticing that Howard had just begun to stir. "Olivia how about when we are not in the office you call me
Karla?" She offered shyly as she
cautiously eyed her companion. "Damn
she looks good today."
"Okay, Karla." Olivia smiled as she stole a glance at Karla's body. As they made their way through the congested
roadways they managed to engage in
small talk. On more than one occasion
Karla found herself hanging onto the dashboard. "Does everyone drive like this?" Karla gasped at one point. "This is Boston." Olivia offered simply.
"I thought LA was bad." Karla's eyes widened as she swallowed hard
when Olivia maneuvered around another construction site.
"You've been here before, right?"
"Yeah. When I met with Tim a few months
ago." Karla tried to explain. "I mostly took the trains. When I did take a cab I just assumed that I
had a lousy driver." Olivia simply
laughed in response.
They arrived
at Karla's new home in Brookline and Olivia double parked so they could unload
Karla's belongings. Karla attended to
Howard who was beginning to meow in protest.
Once they brought Karla's bags up to the third floor apartment, Olivia
rushed downstairs to move the car to a legal parking space.
Upon returning she looked around Karla's very empty
apartment. "Do you have more stuff
coming?" Olivia questioned her as
she noticed the scowl on Karla's face.
"Books, electronics, clothes.
You know stuff like that."
Karla groaned.
"Funiture?"
Olivia asked with concern.
"No."
Karla's eyes narrowed at the empty space before her. "The realtor was supposed to find me a furnished apartment. This is supposed to be temporary until I can find something else more
permanent."
"It's a nice place . . . . empty but
nice." Olivia mused.
"Well first things first." Karla stated firmly. "Howard is going to need some
provisions."
"Okay we can take a quick trip to Shaw's and get
everything that Howard needs."
Olivia offered. "But what
about you?"
"What do you mean?" Karla inquired.
"Karla, where are you going to sleep?" Olivia chuckled. "Or more to the point on what? Shaws doesn't stock beds and at this hour I'm not sure what we
can find. I'd offer to put you up but
I'm staying with Chase."
"Three's a crowd." Karla teased.
"Knowing Chase if she caught a glimpse of you I'm certain she would be more than
willing to find a place for you."
Olivia teased in return.
"The friendly type is she?" Karla responded with a knowing smirk.
"To say the least." Olivia chuckled. "Wait, I have an idea.
I have a ton of stuff in storage including a futon. Ruth never liked my stuff but there were
things I just didn't want to get rid of.
I guess that should have been a sign huh?"
"Ruth?"
Karla asked carefully.
"My ex."
Olivia offered quietly.
"Come on let's go get Howard everything the little guy needs before
he has an accident." Olivia changed
the subject quickly as she grabbed Karla's arm to lead her out the door. Their eyes locked for a moment as each felt
a rush of desire race through their bodies.
They went to the local supermarket and stocked piled
on a few essentials that Karla would need to get her through the weekend. Olivia couldn't help but notice that most of
the purchases made were for Howard.
When Karla went to grab a can of coffee, Olivia stopped her. "We'll stop at Dunkies and get you a
pound of that." Olivia stated firmly. "It's time you became a real New
Englander. None of that Starbucks crap
either."
"We do have Dunkin' Donuts in California you
know." Karla groused. "I think there is one in San
Jose."
"That must be quite a drive when you need
coffee." Olivia snorted in
amusement.
"Hey a donut shop is a donut shop." Karla objected as she paid for her
purchases.
"Blasphemy!" Olivia scowled loudly causing the young cashier and Karla to
stare at her oddly. She just shrugged
and ignored the staring.
They loaded up the car and made their way back
to Karla's apartment after making a quick stop at Dunkin' Donuts for a pound of
coffee. "You need a coffee
maker." Olivia pointed out as
Karla set up Howard's litter box.
"And a bean grinder, I'm sorry I didn't think about that when we
bought the coffee. I think I have those
in storage as well." Olivia's face
suddenly frowned when a realization hit her.
"Okay."
Karla answered as she opened a can of food for Howard was now circling
her legs demanding attention. "Is
something wrong?"
"Yeah."
Olivia answered softly. "I
just remembered where the keys are to my storage locker."
"Problem?"
Karla inquired as she set down a plate of food for Howard. "You're welcome." She spat at the cat who was now ignoring
her.
"No."
Olivia said a little too quickly.
Karla gave her a curious glance.
Olivia suddenly found herself in an awkward situation. "It's just that the keys are in my old
apartment. I didn't take alot of stuff
with me when I left. In fact I left
only with the suitcase I brought to New York.
I haven't had the stomach to go back."
Karla remained silent for a moment before
speaking. She didn't like having this
hanging over them. It was time to clear
the air. "Do you want to talk
about it?" She offered gently.
Olivia didn't respond she just stood there
contemplating what she should do. She
knew that she was being a coward for not facing Ruth. Sydney had pretty much said that to her already. It was that she was just so angry at how
Ruth had betrayed her. Which of course
caused her to recall her own feelings of guilt. "I can't. You're my
boss." Olivia finally offered
weakly.
"Not today I'm not." Karla countered uncertain as to why she was
about to break her own ground rules.
She wrapped a comforting arm around Olivia's body. She found herself smiling internally as the
smaller blonde leaned into her touch.
"Today, I'm just a friend that you picked up at the airport."
Olivia allowed herself to relax, feeling strangly
comforted by being held in Karla's embrace.
She found herself caught in the scent of Karla's body. Her mind swooned as she realized that the
woman wasn't wearing any perfume and that the intoxicating aroma was pure
Karla. As Olivia found herself
snuggling closer to the taller woman, Karla was fighting her own battle. The closeness of Olivia's body was causing
her heart to beat wildly not to mention her lower body parts were doing their
own happy dance at the moment.
Olivia could feel Karla's heart racing in a steady
rhythm that seemed to match her own.
Hesitantly Olivia pulled away slightly.
"Well friend we need to get you some stuff." She
offered shyly. "Frankly I can't
stand the thought of you trying to survive without some of the creature
comforts. How do you feel about
futons?"
"They're okay." Karla answered in confusion as Olivia pulled
away from her.
"I noticed there was a shop along the way to
market." Olivia said. "We could pick you up one for now. You can't very well sleep on the
floor."
"That's a good idea." Karla responded as her body felt a sudden
chill; missing the warmth of Olivia's touch.
"We should get a move on then." Olivia suggested. "I'm not sure what time they close. If you decide you don't want to keep it
later on, I'm certain you could always sell it to one of the college kids in
the area."
"You are so smart." Karla smiled brightly. "I knew I liked you. Are there alot of students in the
area?"
"Are you kidding?" Olivia snorted. "You
can't swing a dead cat around here without hitting an institute of higher
learning."
Howard meowed sharply at her comment. "Sorry!" Olivia laughed. "I
had no idea he was so sensitive."
Karla simply laughed in return as they gathered up their coats and
headed out the doorway once again.
"What do you think of this one?" Olivia asked Karla who seemed to be
preoccupied. They had been roaming
through The Futon Palace for almost an hour.
Olivia carefully studied each unit, checking the price and size. Karla found herself bored, her mind as well as her eyes kept drifting
towards Olivia's well defined backside.
"Karla?" Olivia's
voice snapped Karla back into reality.
"Hmm?"
Karla sighed heavily disappointed that she could no longer watch the one
thing that held her attention since their arrival at the store.
"I was asking what you thought?" Olivia repeated as she turned back towards
the futon in question.
"Very nice." Karla responded absently as her eyes returned to Olivia's
backside.
Olivia turned back towards Karla and offered her a
strange smile. "Excuse
me." She called a sales clerk
over. "Does this model come in a
king size?"
"Yes."
The young woman answered brightly.
"Is it in stock?" Olivia continued.
"I'll check on that." The saleswoman answered and walked away.
Olivia walked over to Karla and leaned up to the
taller woman's ear. "You do know
that I was asking you about the futon and not my ass?" Olivia whispered hotly into Karla's ear. Karla's jaw dropped as her face turned an
unnatural shade of red. "I thought
so." Olivia laughed lightly as she
lifted her fingers to Karla's gaping jaw and gently closed it. "You are sooo busted." Olivia chuckled lightly as she watched the
woman shift uncomfortably.
"I wasn't . . ." Karla began to stammer.
"I'm sorry it was completely inappropriate of me." She finally managed to squeak out.
"Karla,
it is alright." Olivia cut
in. "One of the reasons I wanted
to meet you at the airport was so we could spend time together. I was hoping to put some of the awkwardness
we felt in New York behind us. Look we
are not at work right now. And we know
the ground rules about not letting that happen again. That doesn't mean that it
didn't happen."
"So. . . you are not offended?" Karla asked her carefully.
"Do I look offended?" Olivia questioned her seriously.
"No."
Karla smiled slightly.
"Although you look rather pleased with yourself at the
moment."
They shared a warming glance at one another until the
return of the saleswoman broke the spell.
Karla cleared her throat loudly and forced herself to pay attention to
the saleswoman. Karla paid for her
purchases and they brought the rental car around back. After an intense struggle they managed to
secure the frame of the futon to the roof and stuff the mattress in the
trunk. Olivia felt tense when she sat
into the driver's seat of the car. It
wasn't the struggle to secure Karla's new futon or driving thru the busy city
with it strapped on the roof it was the accidental touching that had occurred.
At one point Karla had been behind her as they were
trying to jam the mattress into the trunk of the car. The feel of Karla pressing into her body had sent her pulse
racing. Not to mention a sudden
throbbing emanating from a
decidedly southern location. The image
passed thru her mind while they found themselves waiting at the stop
light. Olivia could feel her chest
tightening as she looked over at Karla.
"It would be so easy to just lean over and kiss her. God I feel like one big hormone! But she is such a good kisser. Stop it! Now!" She mentally chastised herself as she felt
her jeans becoming damp. Thankfully the
light changed and she could focus on driving.
Olivia's condition seemed to worsen as she
drove along the streets of Brookline.
The cramped quarters of the small car were filled with the delicate
scent that was most definitely Karla.
There was something about the way this woman smelled that drove Olivia's
libido into overdrive. This was going
to be much harder than she anticipated.
"Just focus on driving." She cautioned herself despite Karla's earlier reassurances that
this was simply an outing between friends, Karla was still her boss. Of course the situation seemed to be getting
worse since they had to drive very slowly because of the futon frame strapped
onto the roof of the car.
Miraculously somehow Olivia managed to endure the
drive. The struggle to get the new
futon into Karla's new apartment was another matter. Olivia was holding the top
end walking backward up the staircase, while Karla was supporting the
bottom. "Try turning to the
left." Olivia instructed the
taller woman as they struggled to get the futon frame up the staircase. Karla responded to Olivia's suggestion. Olivia inhaled sharply as she watched the
taller woman's arms tighten. The sight
of those well defined forearms caused Olivia's chest to tighten. Her palms began to sweat and before she
realized it the hold she had on the wooden frame began to slip.
"Careful!" Karla called out
effectively alerting Olivia to the situation.
Stumbling slightly she managed to regain her balance and not drop her
end. "Are you okay?" Karla asked with concern.
"Yeah."
Olivia gasped as she tightened her grip. "I'm fine. It just got away from me for a second."
The two woman
worked together to maneuver the furniture.
The occasional touching was proving to be too much for Olivia. Despite the chill of the approaching evening
she found herself sweating. "Just
keep moving and get this done then you can excuse yourself and go back to
Sydney's and release some of this tension.
This shouldn't be too hard. It's
not that bad really. Liar! It's
the first time we've spent anytime together since New York. Once today is over with we should be able to
see each other every day at work. Liar,
liar pants on fire."
Olivia tried to steady her breathing at the thought of
having to work closely, very closely to this woman every
day. Mentally she tried to convince
herself that it wasn't going to be a problem.
She felt herself becoming exasperated knowing that she was only fooling
herself. The conflict between her
desires and her common sense were now engaged in a full fledge war.
The two women found themselves exhausted once they had
the futon set up in the living room.
"Are you sure you want it in here?" Olivia questioned her.
"Yeah." Karla answered sighing deeply as she dropped down onto the
futon. " I can use as a
couch. I'll only be sleeping on it
until I have time to go out and buy a bed.
This way I won't have to move it again." Karla reasoned.
Olivia found herself sitting on the futon next to the
taller woman. "I guess I can skip
the gym tonight." Olivia chuckled.
"I'm sorry about this." Karla apologized. "I feel like I'm taking advantage of you."
Without thinking Olivia shot the dark haired beauty a
suggestive glance before she could stop herself. Once she realized what she had just done she blushed deeply. Karla laughed heartilly. "Now that is an attractive shade of
red." Karla noted as the
embarrassed blonde buried her face into her hands. "Well that makes us even for what you did to me at the Futon
Palace." Karla continued to tease
her.
"I didn't do anything." Olivia countered as she swatted Karla
playfully. "I was just making an
observation."
"Uh huh." Karla responded as she absently
ran her tongue across her teeth.
Olivia found herself mesmerized by the site of the
pink appendage peeking out. "I
should be going." She said
abruptly as she shook her head trying to erase the erotic images that were now
dancing merrily thru her mind.
"Oh."
Karla responded in a disappointed tone.
"Well uhm . . ." She
scrunched up her beautiful features.
". . . I'm sorry, I didn't mean to monopolize your time. I was hoping to take you to dinner . . . but
if you have plans. . ."
"No."
Olivia blurted out quickly. Her
jaw dropped as she realized how insane she must sound. "I mean I don't have any plans and I
would love to go to dinner with you."
"You had me worried there for a
moment." Karla laughed
lightly. "Where would you suggest
that we go."
"I don't know." Olivia responded thoughtfully.
"Given our attire and that we smell like we've been moving funiture. . . how about some take out
from that little Thai place on the corner."
"Are you insinuating that I stink?" Karla chuckled as Olivia shrugged her
shoulders. "Okay point taken. Take out is is then."
Twenty minuetes later the two women found themselves
stretched out on the floor in front of the new futon arranging cartons of food
in front of them. "Sticks or
plastic fork?" Karl inquired as
she handed a paper plate over to Olivia.
"Sticks, please." Olivia answered as she reached across the taller woman to
retrieve a container hidden behind her.
"That wouldn't be the Pad Thai hidden behind you would
it?" Olivia inquired playfully as
her body accidentlly brushed across Karla's chest.
"Oh, is that over there?" Karla answered an innocent tone.
"I see, holding out on me already?" Olivia laughed as reached for the container.
"Trust me I would never hold out on
you." Karla responded in a husky
tone before she could stop herself.
Olivia turned to the woman to make a snide comment in
response. As she turned she realized
just how close their were to one another.
Her body was balanced over Karla's lap as she turned their breasts
brushed together. They found themselves
locked in a fiery gaze. Neither spoke
as their lips came together. Brushing
slightly against the other's in a timid motion. Their eyes locked once again as their hearts raced
uncontrollably. Uncertain that it was
the right thing to do Olivia found herself allowing her heart and body to take
control. She lowered her head slightly
and captured Karla's mouth with her own.
The moment quickly became heated as Olivia deepened
the kiss. She playfully teased Karla's
bottom lip, nipping at it gently. She
could hear Karla moaning with pleasure as her tongue entered her mouth. Karla's hands began to caress Olivia's back
pulling her closer to her. Suddenly
Karla broke away and Olivia found herself looking into a pair of very
frightened eyes. "I should
go." Olivia said abruptly as she
pushed herself up off of the other woman.
Standing on shaky legs she gathered up her keys and forced herself out
the door before either of them could change their minds.
End Of Part Three
TBC
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