Room Service

by Fiona Riley

  Olivia leaned closer and connected her lips with Savannah’s. Savannah opened her mouth to deepen the kiss and Olivia took the opportunity to shift over and straddle Savannah’s lap. “Now, about that promise I made to you about keeping your mind off the height…”

  Olivia’s hands ran through Savannah’s hair, gently clasping behind her head as Savannah exhaled into Olivia’s mouth. She kept her eyes closed and her hands firmly on Olivia’s waist as she focused on the deliberate rocking of Olivia’s hips in her lap. Her arousal increased with every body roll, with every stroke of Olivia’s tongue against hers. “Fuck, Liv, you taste so good.”

  Olivia sucked Savannah’s bottom lip between hers before she bit down lightly. She broke the kiss and waited until Savannah opened her eyes and looked at her. “I’m willing to bet you taste even better.”

  The gondola shifted higher and Savannah glanced warily over Olivia’s shoulder as they swayed a little more. Before Savannah could panic, Olivia wiggled off her lap and lowered herself to her knees.

  “Eyes down here, babe,” Olivia commanded as she pushed at the hem of Savannah’s skirt, guiding it up her thighs.

  Savannah’s head dropped back, but her eyes remained focused on Olivia as Olivia clucked her tongue and cooed as she pushed aside Savannah’s thong.

  “Aw, babe, you are so, so wet. Is this all for me?” She fluttered her eyelashes and leaned close, stopping just short of connecting her lips with Savannah’s sex.

  When Savannah only nodded in response, Olivia said, “What’s that? I can’t quite hear you.”

  “Yes, Liv. It’s for you.”

  Olivia’s lips pressed a whisper of a kiss to the immediate left of where Savannah needed it.

  “Good.” Olivia looked up to ensure she had Savannah’s full, undivided attention, before she dragged her tongue along Savannah’s slit.

  Savannah moaned at the warmth of Olivia’s mouth on her sex and dropped her hands to cradle Olivia’s head and neck. Olivia’s dedicated tongue worked quickly, easily winding Savannah back up as her nose bumped repeatedly into Savannah’s engorged clit.

  The soft hum of the music that was pumped into the gondola momentarily stuttered as their car rose a little higher, causing Savannah’s eyes to widen, but still she kept her gaze on Olivia. Olivia rewarded the action by slipping lower and thrusting her tongue as deep into Savannah as her position would allow.

  Savannah tightened her grip on Olivia’s head as she increased her pace. Olivia’s left hand held up Savannah’s skirt while the other pressed hard and fast circles over Savannah’s clit, all while her tongue continued thrusting in and out.

  Savannah felt her thighs begin to quiver as Olivia curled her tongue and dragged it over the inner ridge of Savannah’s pulsing sex. She licked Savannah’s clit, and Savannah couldn’t hold eye contact any longer. She shuddered and moaned, her eyes closing automatically as her orgasm shot through her. Olivia slowly lapped at Savannah’s wetness until Savannah pulled her up to kiss her lips.

  Savannah mumbled between kisses, tasting herself on Olivia’s tongue and sighing. “You are something else, you know that?”

  “See? I promised I would distract you. Just look at that view.” Olivia adjusted Savannah’s thong and skirt before she snuggled up close to Savannah and pointed to the city skyline outside their swaying car.

  Savannah kept her eyes on Olivia’s face, watching the shimmering light reflect off her beautiful hazel eyes. “It’s a great view.”

  She watched a blush settle on Olivia’s face when she caught Savannah looking at her. She leaned forward and pressed their lips together just as a loud popping noise went off in the distance, jarring Olivia back with a gasp.

  Savannah laughed, her gaze still on Olivia and not on the skyline. “What’s better than the perfect view of Chicago’s skyline on a clear night than some fireworks?”

  Olivia cuddled close to Savannah and rested her head in the crook of Savannah’s neck. “It’s perfect.”

  Savannah wrapped her arm around Olivia’s shoulder and dared to look out at the view in front of them. They watched the fireworks in peaceful quiet for a few minutes. The view was unbelievable—the clear night sky, the warm air, it was perfect. Savannah didn’t feel afraid of the height with Olivia’s arms wrapped around her waist; in fact, she barely registered the car’s movement as the fireworks wound down.

  Olivia shifted next to her as the fireworks ended and she clapped, her smile wide. She looked over at Savannah and Savannah tried her best to process all the things that had happened today. She had so many emotions bubbling under the skin, but she mostly felt happy.

  “I meant it when I said it, Savannah. It’s perfect.” Olivia echoed her feelings. “You’re perfect.”

  Savannah shook her head and opened her mouth to reply but was silenced by Olivia’s lips on hers.

  Olivia pulled back. “Meeting you, this job, this opportunity, it’s been the best experience of my life. Thank you.”

  That familiar sinking feeling from earlier settled in her stomach and Savannah tried her best to keep a smile on her face as she nodded. “You make me happy, Liv.”

  “Me, too.” Olivia held her hand tightly as the reminder of their limited time together came to the forefront as the gondola swayed down to the landing.

  “How was it, ladies? Everything you hoped for and more?” Cooper asked as he helped them out of the car and onto the platform.

  “It was awesome. Thanks, Coop,” Olivia gushed.

  “Great. Well, as payback for me securing you the best car with the longest unobstructed view of the fireworks, you two can buy me dinner since this is the end of my shift.” He smiled as Savannah playfully shoved him.

  “C’mon, you troll.” Savannah yanked him by the hand, taking Olivia’s hand with her other one. “Call Amber to meet us and we’ll make a night of it.”

  Olivia laughed as he did a little jig and nodded in the direction of the exit to a waving and excited Amber. “Way ahead of you, sis.”

  Savannah rolled her eyes and kissed Olivia’s cheek, happy to have a distraction from the chaos that undoubtedly awaited them in the morning.

  Chapter Twenty-five

  “All right, all right. I want to propose a toast to the hardest working group in all the land.” Reagan made a grand sweeping gesture with her arm and everyone cheered.

  The Greater Image Design team and Savannah raised their glasses as Reagan cleared her throat to continue. “This has been one hell of an adventure. Thanks for all the great experiences. And all that sappy shit. Bottoms up!”

  The table cheered and Reagan started nodding her head to the beat of the music on the dance floor behind them. “This is my jam! Let’s burn it up!” She tugged Devon out of the booth and reached blindly for Olivia.

  “I’ll meet you there, lush.” Olivia batted her hand away and shooed her toward the dance floor.

  “When did you get so old?” Reagan stuck out her tongue before leaving.

  “That’s our cue to go, gentlemen. Ready?” Farrah stood from the table and looked over at Randal and Daniel, who only nodded in reply. “Savannah, will we see you in the morning before the flight?”

  “You bet,” Savannah replied as she embraced Olivia’s colleagues. Farrah held Savannah close and whispered something into her ear. Savannah nodded in silent reply as Farrah released her and waved.

  Olivia waited until her coworkers had left before pulling Savannah back into the booth by her hand, cradling it in her lap. “What was that about?”

  “Oh, you know, just Farrah telling me to make sure you make your flight.”

  “Why do I feel like it was more than that?” Olivia gave her a skeptical look.

  Savannah shrugged. “I guess you’ll never know.”

  Olivia looked out at the dance floor and watched Reagan twirl Devon in dramatic fashion. “The launch went well.”

  Savannah nodded. They had planned to a do a dinner before the launch party, but things got a little hectic last min
ute with the final touches on the space. They’d settled for drinks after the party ended, but it was late and they all had early flights. Well, everyone except Savannah. “It really tied up nicely, didn’t it?”

  Olivia looked over at Savannah, whose expression was serious. “You were awfully frosty to that Dodd person tonight.”

  “Was I?” Savannah looked at the contents of her glass.

  “I would say you were borderline, uh, rude, actually.” Olivia bit her lip as she waited for Savannah’s reply.

  Savannah glanced up. “Oh. You heard all that, huh?”

  “Yes.” Olivia waited for Savannah to continue, frowning when she didn’t. “Is something wrong?”

  Savannah looked at her for a moment and swallowed. “No.” She paused. “Yes—”

  “Whoa. You two look very, very, very serious over here,” Reagan said a little too loudly, drawing attention from the booth next to them. She leaned across the table and pointed to their closeness, narrowing her eyes. “You’re looking awfully snuggly, too. Wassup with that?”

  Olivia shifted a little away from Savannah and reached for her glass. “It’s loud in here, Reagan, and some of us prefer to talk instead of yell. That requires a bit of closeness.” Reagan had the worst timing ever. Always, it seemed.

  “You’re cranky,” Reagan said with a pout. “Savannah, come dance and bring that ball and chain if you dare. It’s last call!”

  Savannah chuckled and nodded. “I’m all over it.”

  Reagan wiggled. “That sounds kinky.”

  Olivia’s eyes widened as Reagan stared at her for a moment before Savannah took Olivia’s hand and pulled her out of the booth, “C’mon. Let’s enjoy the end of the night.”

  * * *

  Savannah had spent the entire car ride to the airport trying to figure out what to say to Olivia. She knew that once Olivia got settled back in New York, New Horizons would inform them that they didn’t plan to renew their contract. She had done everything in her power last night to keep Olivia’s mind off the conversation that Reagan had interrupted at the bar. They had an intense and passionate night at Olivia’s hotel room, both of them barely sleeping before the alarm clock went off. It had been a memorable time with slow kisses and soft caresses punctuated by sincerely whispered intentions. All of it made this moment that much harder. She wasn’t ready to say good-bye to Olivia yet. She certainly wasn’t ready to do it with an audience.

  “We’re here, folks. Thanks for visiting, come back soon.” The driver of the shuttle pulled up to the curb and started unloading their luggage on the sidewalk in front of their terminal. Savannah held Olivia in place as the others trickled out to get their belongings. Farrah tossed them both a knowing look as she corralled the guys and Reagan toward the departure doors.

  Olivia was watching her coworkers head toward the entrance when Savannah took her face in her hands.

  “I promise I will see you soon. Thank you for last night, Liv. For all the nights.”

  Olivia leaned forward and kissed her. “I’m not ready to leave yet.”

  Savannah pulled back and blinked. When she spoke, her voice was soft but her expression was serious. “Then stay.”

  “Stay?”

  Savannah nodded. “Stay. Forget about the flight. Stay with me.”

  Olivia hesitated. “Savannah. I can’t just stay. You know that.”

  Savannah let out a heavy sigh. “I know.”

  A gentle tap on the glass by the driver broke them apart. He stood with Olivia’s bags on the sidewalk and pointed to his watch. It was time to go.

  Savannah squeezed Olivia’s hand before she slipped out of the seat and through the door. She spoke to the driver, who nodded and walked around the van to the driver’s seat, flicking on his hazards.

  Olivia adjusted the purse on her shoulder as she stepped toward Savannah’s open arms and melted into them.

  “I’m going to miss you.” Savannah kissed Olivia’s ear and squeezed her so tightly she was afraid she might hurt her. “Be safe.”

  Olivia pressed her face into Savannah’s neck and nodded. “I’m going to miss you, too.”

  Savannah pulled back and kissed Olivia with as much passion as she could muster. “Good-bye, Liv.”

  “Bye.”

  And just like that, Olivia was out of her arms and headed toward the terminal. The finality of the moment made Savannah queasy.

  * * *

  Farrah gave Olivia a sad smile as she plopped into the seat next to her. “I was a little worried you weren’t coming.”

  Olivia frowned. “Me, too.”

  “Seriously?”

  Olivia nodded and looked out the gate window at the taxiing planes. Her heart felt heavy and she was pretty sure if Farrah asked her any more questions she might cry right on the spot. She glanced down at their boarding passes and panicked when she realized Farrah was in a different row.

  “You’re not sitting next to me this flight, Liv. I can see if it’s one of the other guys. Maybe Reagan?”

  “Oh.” Olivia was pretty sure this was what it felt like to be kicked while you were down. It wasn’t that she minded sitting with anyone else. But it would be a lot easier to quietly cry the entire flight back to NYC if the person next to her had some idea why she was so melancholy. Plus, Farrah always made her feel protected in that motherly way.

  The agent behind the check-in counter spoke into the PA. “We are now boarding rows twenty and higher.”

  “That’s us, c’mon, Liv.” Farrah pulled her arm and guided her to the door.

  Olivia boarded on autopilot. She settled into her seat and stared at the tray table for a few minutes.

  “I’m in the window seat, Liv.” Reagan’s face was blank.

  “Sorry.” Olivia stood and shifted so Reagan could pass in front of her.

  They sat in silence during takeoff and the initial ascent into the air. Reagan adjusted the air flow above Olivia’s head but looked out the window without saying anything. If Olivia was being honest with herself, she kind of enjoyed the quiet. Had Farrah been her seatmate they would undoubtedly be talking about Savannah and Olivia’s broken heart and blah, blah, blah. She closed her eyes and let the quiet sounds of conversation around her lull her into a restless sleep.

  Light turbulence and the sound of the seat belt light dinging on above her woke Olivia from her doze. Her mouth felt dry and her head throbbed. She was regretting the lack of sleep from the night before until she remembered what had taken up the time. Savannah had been so soft and gentle with her last night. It was like she was trying to preserve the memory of Olivia’s skin, her smell, her taste. She’d been so attentive that Olivia had practically had to pin her to the bed to return the favor. She’d always felt Savannah’s attraction for her, but last night, she swore she could feel Savannah’s love for her. So much so, that at the airport she had to stop herself from saying the words to Savannah before they broke apart. She had been overwhelmed. There were few instances in her life when she had expressed true love to anyone, particularly a romantic partner. Her dating record wasn’t great—Christine always told her that she lacked vulnerability. But under Savannah’s intense gaze last night and today at the airport, Olivia had felt vulnerable. She felt downright fragile. And at the moment, a little broken, too.

  She became aware of Reagan’s eyes on her.

  “Why didn’t you tell me?” Reagan’s voice was low, annoyed.

  “What?” Olivia blinked and turned toward Reagan’s voice.

  Reagan looked around and over at the sleeping stranger to Olivia’s right, her eyes flicking between Farrah and Devon, both of whom were across the aisle and one row ahead of them. She looked down at her hands and crumpled the napkin on the tray table in front of her. “I saw you, you know.”

  Olivia was confused. “Saw me what?”

  Reagan grunted and turned in her seat to face Olivia more fully. “I saw you kissing Savannah at the airport.”

  Olivia became aware of the warmth in the plane at
that moment. She didn’t reply. She didn’t break eye contact. She was just still.

  Reagan said, “You hadn’t come into the terminal, and it was getting late. Farrah told me to give you a minute, but I shrugged her off. When I went to get you, I saw you.” After another minute, Reagan scoffed. “Earth to Olivia. Did you hear me?”

  “Yes. I heard you.” Olivia turned away from Reagan and stared at the seat back again.

  “And?”

  “What do you want me to say?”

  “Oh, I don’t know, how about, Sorry Reagan, must have slipped my mind to tell you I was fucking Savannah Quinn, my bad.”

  Olivia whipped her head toward Reagan and hissed. “Lower your voice, Reagan.”

  Reagan raised an eyebrow. “So you are fucking her? That wasn’t a denial, Liv.”

  When Olivia didn’t reply, Reagan continued, “Well, that explains all those moon eyes you’ve been throwing in her direction. I just thought you had some unrequited crush.”

  Olivia thought about their night last night and her heart ached. This was definitely more than a crush. In fact, it felt positively crushing.

  “So, are you, like, in a relationship or something?” Reagan pressed her again. “How’s that going to work? You gonna rack up your frequent flyer miles just to scratch the itch, Liv? We both know you can’t hack that kind of life.”

  Olivia bristled at Reagan’s statement. The words stung because they were true: Olivia had a terrible track record when it came to relationships. But she didn’t need Reagan pointing that out, not now, or ever. Her eyes welled with tears. “I don’t know.”

  Reagan frowned and sighed. “Don’t cry, Liv. I didn’t mean to come at you so aggressively. I just…I guess I was hurt you didn’t tell me. You tell me everything. I didn’t, I just…Sorry.”

  That only made Olivia cry harder. She had not done right by Reagan during all this. She was an absolute mess. “What am I going to do, Rea?”