by Rose Cody
“Oh…” She laughs nervously.
“Everything else is going fine?” He asks her, leaning against the counter. “You got a chance to eat some lunch?”
“Oh, yes, of course.” She says. “I ate… almost couldn’t because I kept smelling that fridge though.” She jokes.
He chuckles, nodding his head as he takes a sip of his coffee.
“Well, if you’ve already eaten lunch, we’ll just have to do dinner then.” He says after quickly swallowing his coffee.
Olivia’s heart flutters in her chest again as her knees begin to weaken.
“I, uh…” She says, her face flushing brightly as she smooths her fingers over her ponytail. “I don’t think so.”
“Fair enough.” He says, standing up away from the counter. “Another time, then.”
“Sure.” She says, taking a deep, shaking breath as she nods to him.
He turns around to walk away, pushing gently against the kitchen door before turning to her one last time.
“Don’t forget, Olivia,” He says. “When you get a chance, come and see me and we’ll sign some paperwork.”
“Yes, sir.” She says. “I’ll still be a few minutes, though.”
“Take your time.” He says, disappearing out the door.
She lets out a loud, deep breath as she leans against the wall before rubbing her palms over her face.
“I don’t think so.” She says, mocking herself as she shakes her head. “He asks me to dinner and I puss out. What even was that?”
She sighs again, looking around the kitchen before walking over to the sink and turning on the hot water tap before picking up a plate and dripping a drop of soap onto it.
Olivia washes it, placing it in the rack beside the sink to dry before turning off the water and walking towards the kitchen door, pushing it open and leaving the kitchen.
“I guess there’s no better time than now to see what sort of paperwork needs to be signed.” She says to herself quietly as she begins her unfamiliar trek down the hallway to his office.
Chapter 8
She smooths her fingers over her flyaway hairs as she walks down the hallway, her eyes briefly gazing at all the various names on the office doors.
“This was the hallway he walked down, right?” She asks herself quietly as she spins around.
“There it is.” She says, her eyes catching the Condello scrolled across the frosted glass door of the furthest door down.
She walks towards it, reaching out to twist the handle, knocking as she opens it.
“Mr. Condello?” She says, peaking her head inside. “Do you want to do that paperwork yet?”
She watches as he spins around in his desk chair, smirking as he looks up to her.
“Sure.” He says, motioning towards the dark leather chair across from him. “Please sit.”
She walks towards him, smoothing her skirt as she slides into the seat, a small “Oh” escaping from between her lips as she sinks down into the plush cushion.
“Comfortable, isn’t it?” He asks, smiling at her as he watches her rest her arms on the tall armrests.
“Yes, it is.” She giggles. “Wish I had a chair like this at home.”
“If you want I can see what I can do for you?” He asks her.
“No, no, that’s okay.” She says, nervously, watching as he opens a drawer in his desk, pulling out a stack of paper and placing it on the desk.
He slides the stack of paper towards her before reaching for a pen from a cup.
“First day almost over.” He says, placing the pen on top of the papers. “How do you like it here?”
“Well, so far all I’ve done is clean a fridge.” She says, smiling shyly at him. “But if that’s the worst of what I can expect, then count me up to stay forever.”
“Glad to hear it.” He says, motioning towards the stack of papers in front of her.
She reaches towards the papers, pulling them the rest of the way to her before flipping over the stack and beginning to fill out her tax information.
“Lisa likes to make first days hard for everyone I hire.” He says as she fills out the forms. “Don’t take it personally. She’s been here for so long that I think she forgets what a first day is like.”
“Don’t worry about it, really, she’s not that mean.” Olivia says, her voice trailing off as she notices something unusual. “Excuse me, Mr. Condello…” She begins.
“Yes?” He says, leaning forward over his desk to help her.
“The contract has a mistake on it.” She says, turning it for him to see before pointing out the error with her pen. “It says I’m going to be making seventy-five thousand dollars a year. As much as I’d like that, I was only making about sixteen thousand before… and I know you said double my pay, but I can’t accept that much money for janitor work.”
“Pretty and modest.” He says, leaning back in his chair. “You don’t feel like you’re worth seventy-five?”
“Well… no.” She says quietly. “I just don’t think superficial chores are really worth that kind of price tag.”
“Well…” He starts, his eyes narrowing in on her. “Let’s see if we can make a more fitting deal then. Something that will put you to work…”
Olivia nervously bunches her fingers into fists in her lap as she slowly nods her head.
“I’m a busy man.” He says, spinning around in his chair to gaze out the window before turning back to her. “And I’ve been on the lookout for a woman like you.”
“A woman like me?” She asks, crossing her ankles under the chair. “I’m not sure what you mean by that.”
“I pay you for a few chores… change a trash bag every once in a while… make a pot of coffee… which was great by the way…” He says, his voice calm and steady. “And then when the need arises… you and I will come back here and…”
“And?” She asks defensively. “And what exactly are you expecting me to come back here for?”
He leans forward onto the desk, smirking as he crosses his fingers over each other.
“I think you know exactly what I’m asking from you.” He says, his voice low but strong.
“Mr. Condello!” Olivia exclaims. “ I would never!”
“What’s the big deal?” He asks her, leaning back in his chair and smirking as he shrugs his shoulders. “You need the money and all I’m asking for back is a little bit of… stress relief.”
“Yes, it is a big deal!” She says, standing up and pointing her finger at him as she raises her voice. “I’ll have you know I’m saving myself! I would never do such a thing! What, do you think I’m a prostitute or something? I worked at a coffee shop before this! Never have I done something so appalling!”
“Alright then.” He says, slowly pulling the contract back towards him. “If you don’t want to take the opportunity…”
“Opportunity?” She asks in disbelief. “I don’t think the selling myself is what I would call an opportunity.”
She turns around to leave, listening to him as she closes the door behind herself.
“If you change your mind, Olivia, and I know you will… the offer will always be back on the table.”
Chapter 9
She sighs as she leans back into the headrest of her car after parking it in her driveway.
She practically had to beg on her knees for her old job back and on top of that the manager has placed her back on probation making for a massive pay cut and fewer hours. But at least she has her dignity.
Olivia steps out of her car, her feet aching as she walks up her front steps. She pulls the mail out of her mail box as she inserts and twists her key inside of the lock before pushing her heavy front door open.
She steps inside of her house, kicking off her flats before walking towards the kitchen, sighing in bliss as her warm feet cool down on her hardwood floors.
She grunts as she lets herself fall onto a kitchen chair as she begins to finger through her mail.
“Bills, bills, bills…�
�� She says to herself, resting her elbow on the table and her cheek in her palm as she tosses the envelopes towards the center of the table. “I’m not even going to open them. Don’t have enough to pay ‘em anyway.”
She swallows hard, feeling the lump in her throat grow as her anxiety rises.
“I don’t know how much longer this can go on.” She whispers to herself, looking around the kitchen. “I might have to sell the house grandma left me…”
She wipes her welling eyes as she stands up from her chair and makes her way over to the sink to wash the dishes she left in the sink from this morning as she was rushing to get to work.
She runs the hot water, plugging the sink as she grabs the bottle of dish soap, dropping a few drops of the yellow slime into the water.
Olivia sighs as she leans over onto the counter ledge as she watches the bubbles foam. She runs her fingers through the suds before running them under the water to rinse off the soap before turning the tap back off.
“Like I want to do more dishes…” She whispers to herself, reaching for the tea towel she has handing on the handle of the stove and wiping her fingers on it.
She walks back over to the table, sitting back down in her chair before grabbing her bills again.
“I would really like that seventy-five thousand dollar salary right about now.” She says to herself as she fans the bills and waves them by her face. “That’s more money in a year than I’ve probably ever seen in my life.”
She leans back in her chair, placing the bills on the table.
“And it’s just sex, right?” She says to herself. “What good is being a virgin doing me? At least I can get paid for it…”
She closes her eyes, sighing out.
“What a slimy prick, though.” She whispers. “Honestly, did he really think I would jump at the chance to become his fuck girl? But so much money…”
She opens her eyes back up, rubbing them as she stands up from her chair.
Olivia walks out of the kitchen, making her way over to her stair case before climbing up the stairs to her bedroom.
She enters her room, before lazily letting herself fall over onto her bed. She grabs the edge of her quilt, wrapping herself around in it, her face flushing as she tries to bury it in her pillow.
“And honestly, maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad idea to get all this sexual frustration out…” She says to herself.
She sighs, rolling onto her back as she gazes at the ceiling before closing her eyes and gulping hard.
“Alright.” She says. “I’ll do it.”
Chapter 10
Olivia nervous bounces her leg as she sits in her car at the back of the parking lot, taking deep breaths as she stares ahead to the window covered building.
She pulls down her car’s driver side mirror, as she smooths her fingers over her blonde bun, taming all her fly away hairs before flipping the mirror back up.
She grabs the handle of her door, pushing it open as she slides out of her car. Olivia stands up tall, smoothing her skirt over her hips before slamming her door shut and confidently walking across the parking lot.
“I can do this. I’m ready for this.” She says to herself as she reaches for the door handle of the tall glass door before pulling it open and stepping inside.
“Oh, hi.” Lisa the short, stocky secretary says to her as she looks up from her computer screen. “I didn’t think you’d be back. You sure left in quite a hurry last week.”
“Well, I’m back.” She says assertively as she walks up to the reception desk. “Is Mr. Condello in today?”
“Yeah.” Lisa says, popping her gum at her. “But he’s got clients in and out all day. Garbage’s need changing though if you’re looking for something to do.”
“No.” Olivia says, backing away from the front desk and beginning her walk down the long hallway. “It’s important that I talk to him.”
“He’s got a phone meeting he has to deal with soon.” Lisa says, calling after Olivia as she watches her walk down the hall to the offices.
“Well, he’s going to have to just deal with the both of us, then.” She says, her heart racing in her chest as her heels click loudly as she marches to Vincent Condello’s office.
She reaches the frosted glass door, knocking loudly as she clenches her fists open and closed as she nervously watches the door open.
“You…” Mr. Condello smirks as he watches as Olivia pushes him out of the way to enter his office. “You’re back sooner than I expected.”
“Oh, yeah?” She asks, sitting down in the comfortable chair across from his. “You actually expected me back, huh?”
“Well, I wasn’t wrong, now was I?” He says coyly as he sits across from her before leaning back and relaxing into his chair.
Olivia sits quietly as she takes a deep breath, swallowing all of her nervousness as she waits for her courage to show itself.
“Where are those papers?” She asks, her voice quivering. “I’ve come to sign them.”
He chuckles as he opens his desk drawer before reaching inside and grabbing the stack. He carefully places them in front of her, grabbing a pen from his cup and placing that on top of the contract.
“Glad I didn’t put those papers too far away.” He says, smirking as he watches Olivia hurriedly sign them.
She huffs, her hands shaking as she bundles the contract back together into a stack before pushing it across the desk toward him.
“Thank you.” He says to her, grabbing the contract and placing it back in his drawer before standing up out of his chair.
She watches him nervously as he walks over to his window and gazes out of it before grabbing the cream colored curtains, pulling them closed.
“It won’t be as bad as you think it’s going to be.” Mr. Condello says, his voice low and husk as he walks towards Olivia.
Her face flushes and she bites her bottom lip as she feels him walk up behind her and rest his palms on her shoulders.
“Trust me.” He says, leaning over to whisper into her ear as he begins to gently rub his palms up and down her arms. “The benefits of being mine will far, far outweigh anything you would ever have to do.”
Olivia roughly lets out the breath she’s been holding as she feels Mr. Condello’s lips press against her neck as he hands begin to wander down her chest, his palm cupping her breasts.
She doesn’t resist as he grabs her chin, turning it towards him before pressing his lips against hers and she lets out a soft sigh as she feels Mr. Condello’s tongue slowly drag across her bottom lip coaxing them to part.
Olivia moans quietly, her face flushing even further with embarrassment as she feels his tongue explore her mouth as his hand drops even further to rest on her waist before slipping under her cardigan, it’s warmth tingling her skin.
She looks down to her knees as he pulls away and grabs her hand, gently pulling on it to come with him.
“Don’t be scared.” He whispers to her as he leads her over to the other side of his office before inviting her to sit on a plush leather couch placed against the cream walls. “I don’t bite.”
She shakes as Mr. Condello pushes back on her shoulders, pressing her back into the couch before he kneels before her, rubbing his palms up and down her calves.
“Just sit back and relax while I show you that you’ve made the right choice.” He says, his voice almost whispering to her.
Olivia stiffens as she feels Mr. Condello begin to push her knees open, her heart beating loudly in her ears as she nervously resists.
“Don’t be shy.” He whispers to her, kissing her knees as he rubs his palms up her thighs under her skirt. “I’m going to be seeing you in this position quite often so it’s best to just get used to it.”
She nods her head, closing her eyes tightly as she feels his hands snake up her skirt to her waist. He hooks his fingers into the elastic waistband of her cotton panties before pulling on them.
“Lift up.” He says to her, instructing her to raise her bu
m off the cushion.
She does, her whole body shaking as she feels her panties slide down her thighs as he drags them down.
He pulls them over her knees, his lips upturning into a smirk as he slides them down her calves before pulling them off of her and placing them on the couch beside her.
“You’ve really never had a man take off your panties before, have you?” He asks, leaning down to kiss her knees.
