Chapter 3
CHAPTER
THREE
OLIVE
Olive led the sexy workaholic to her hotel room, her heart hammering in her chest. Charlie was exactly her type—reserved, gorgeous, and critical in a way that led her to believe that while she may be someone of importance in her work, she turned into a proper simp in the bedroom.
Olive was determined to find out.
This was definitely not how she expected her evening to go, but when the opportunity presented itself, how could she resist?
On vacation, Olive could be anyone she wanted to be, including the kind of woman that successfully pulled the hottest person in the bar, and it seemed that the universe wanted to reward her for that kind of energy.
She wasn’t normally in the habit of using someone else to get over an ex, but it wasn’t as if she’d be in Italy again.
When in Milan, do as the Milanians do?
Olive unlocked the door and removed her shoes at the front door, waiting as Charlie did the same.
Charlie’s all-black attire was starting to look like a uniform, but Olive couldn’t tell anything else about her job beyond that.
She mentioned the Olympics, so perhaps she was in town for that, maybe as a reporter?
Olive dismissed the thought. She really did not need to know much about her, other than how she would taste beneath her.
Olive smiled at that, and Charlie caught her eye as she removed her jacket.
Now that they stood this close, Olive could see that Charlie was taller than her by only a few inches. Ugh, she loved a tall woman.
“So, what is this activity you promised me?” Charlie asked. Her expression gave nothing away, but Olive could tell there was a smile brewing somewhere under there. She’d have to find it.
Olive reached for her hand hesitantly, and Charlie grabbed it without hesitation.
Olive expected her hands to be soft, but they were surprisingly callused and rough.
Wow, while it was not something Olive considered, she realized she could definitely work with that.
She turned over Charlie’s right hand and ran her fingers over it.
“You have such pretty hands,” Olive said honestly.
“Really?” Charlie seemed surprised, one of few real expressions Olive had seen on her so far. “I don’t get that a lot. Most people seem to like a softer touch.”
“Just because your hands are calloused doesn’t mean you can be soft,” Olive replied. Charlie seemed to relax into her touch as Olive ran her hands over hers, raising Charlie’s hand so she could give it a kiss.
“Beautiful,” Olive said, making sure to keep eye contact with her as she said it.
Olive was surprised to see Charlie’s cheeks start to redden, and she immediately felt proud of herself for making her blush. Oh, I will have fun tonight. I know it.
“Do you want to see the rest of my room?” Olive asked. It was a stupid question, but she needed some way to lead her further inside without just asking her to make out on the bed. Maybe she should’ve done just that.
“Sure,” Charlie said, and Olive led her into the large room. The entryway led to a small table with two plush lounge chairs around it, which Olive ignored as she tugged the taller woman back. With the bed in sight, Olive kept walking until they found themselves sitting on it.
Charlie turned to Olive and ran her fingers over her knuckles.
“You have nice hands too,” she said. “Your nails are short,” she noted.
“Well, I have important things to do with them,” Olive teased.
Charlie smiled and blushed again. She could get used to the sight of Charlie’s blush, and she wanted to see all the ways she could bring it out of her.
She decided to start with a question.
“I want to kiss you. Is that okay?”
Charlie nodded, and Olive leaned in until they were just mere centimetres apart.
She could see Charlie look at her lips, and she licked them slightly before moving closer, capturing her mouth with hers.
Charlie tasted faintly of the wine she was drinking earlier, and Olive relished in it.
Olive’s suspicions were confirmed, and Charlie turned to putty beneath Olive as she worked her tongue into her mouth.
God, this is exquisite.
When Olive started to pull away, Charlie made a noise that sent a rush straight to Olive’s core.
Olive deepened the kiss instead, working her hands up into the other woman’s hair and to the base of her neck.
Olive held Charlie in place as she continued her exploration of her mouth.
Charlie moaned again, and Olive forced herself away so she could see whether she had accomplished her mission of making Charlie blush more. She was delighted to see that she had.
“You’re an amazing kisser,” Charlie told Olive.
Olive flipped her hair and winked. “I know.”
It was true, it was something that all her exes had praised before.
Olive’s intensity in the relationship often tended to translate to the bedroom—she couldn’t help herself around the people she found attractive.
She loved the feeling of possession. Perhaps it was from a lack of control in other aspects of her life growing up, but in bed, she loved to make her partners feel exactly how much she wanted them.
Charlie shook her head at Olive’s confident response, but leaned in again, surprising Olive by pecking her on the lips slightly. Charlie kissed Olive again when she didn’t move, opening her mouth and putting her hands on Olive’s waist.
It was less intense than Olive’s kiss, but no less wonderful.
Olive reached for the hem of Charlie’s T-shirt as she kissed her neck.
Charlie paused for a moment and moved them apart, whipping off her T-shirt in record time.
Olive removed her own shirt, making sure to keep eye contact with the other woman as she wanted to get her reaction to the lacy bra she had on.
It was the opposite of Charlie’s sports bra—extravagant and sexy, and Olive felt the heat of Charlie’s stare as she took it in.
“Wow, are you trying to kill me?” Charlie said.
Olive giggled as Charlie grabbed her around the waist and moved her into her lap. With their heights reversed, Charlie was now in the perfect position to make direct eye contact with Olive’s breasts. She buried her head in between them as Olive laughed.
“I’ve always wanted to do that,” she admitted when she moved away. She had that rare smile on her face, and Olive smiled back.
“You can do that anytime with me,” Olive said.
“Anytime?” She raised an eyebrow.
“Of course. You can just text me.”
“That would require me to have your number.”
“I’ll give it to you,” Olive said, leaning down to kiss her again. As much as she enjoyed the playful banter, she was more interested in all the other activities she had planned.
They kissed for a few more minutes before Charlie reached for the waistband of Olive’s pants.
She broke their kiss to search Olive’s face, and Olive smiled.
She hopped off Charlie’s lap so she could stand and shimmy out of her pants, which she did eagerly as Charlie watched her from the bed.
If Charlie thought the bra was a show-stopper, Olive was sure she would not have been prepared for what else she had on.
She wore lacy underwear set, with garters that went down to her thighs.
She guessed there was a perk to being dumped after her suitcase was packed; Olive only had the best pieces with her, and she was forced to wear them. She had assumed no one would see them, so she was glad they at least had some use.
“God, you’re so beautiful,” Charlie whispered as her eyes scanned Olive from head to toe, and back. Olive smiled and walked back towards her on the bed.
“Now it’s your turn,” Olive said, and reached for her pants.
Charlie stood up and removed her black jeans, but a thump interrupted as her phone slipped out of the tiny pocket.
“Oh, sorry,” she said, and went to go pick it up. Something on the screen must’ve been important, because she turned back to Olive after a moment.
“I need to address this… Where’s the bathroom? I’ll be back.” she said.
Olive pointed towards the door, hoping her face didn’t betray her disappointment.
They were just getting somewhere, but Olive couldn’t quite ask her to ignore whatever was on her phone.
They were barely acquaintances, so it was not as if she had any right to her time. If Charlie wanted to leave, she could.
Olive hoped she didn’t, because it was just getting good. As she went to the bathroom, Olive lay on the bed and waited.
I really am too sexy to be doing this.
Well, if she's not joining me, at least I could finish what we started…