Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
Lucian: Do you have paint?
Olivia: What kind of question is that?
Lucian: Well, I promised to help.
I want to make sure we have all the tools.
Do you have protection, or should I bring it?
Olivia: Protection?
Lucian: Well, yeah.
Can’t just go in raw.
That’s reckless. Things could get .
. . messy.
Olivia: Oh my God.
Lucian: What? You don’t want me to take precautions?
I’m thorough, Liv. I always make sure everything is covered before I get started.
Olivia: You’re . . .
what is wrong with you?
You’re a pervert.
Lucian: A pervert?
Or just really, really good with my hands?
Olivia: You’re unbelievable.
Lucian: Funny, that’s what most people say after I’m done.
Mind-blowing. Life-changing.
Sometimes they even need a break before round two.
Olivia: I hate you.
Lucian: No, you don’t.
You’re thinking about it now, aren’t you?
Olivia: Thinking about you ruining my walls?
Yeah. I should just sell the practice and cut my losses.
Lucian: Oh, don’t quit.
The walls are just collateral damage.
You’ll be happy when I’m done.
Didn’t I say satisfaction guaranteed?
Olivia: STOP.
Lucian: Fine.
Back to business. Do you want me to use a roller or a brush?
I can work both ways, but some people prefer the slow, precise strokes of a brush.
Others like it fast and full coverage.
There are other toys we can try if you need variety, of course.
Olivia: I am BLOCKING you.
Lucian: No, you’re not.
You need me to stroke you.
Olivia: I don’t need you stroking anything.
Lucian: You said your walls need attention, remember?
Olivia: Ugh, that’s right.
Lucian: I’m always right, baby.
Now, should I bring extra cloths to catch the drips, or do you like it messy?
Olivia: STOP TALKING.
Lucian: Can’t. I’m a giver.
Now be honest, Liv. You want me to come over right now and handle it, don’t you?
Olivia: . . . Bring the paint.
And the protection?
Lucian: Knew it, we can spend the whole night .
. . stroking. See you soon, sweetheart.
Try not to think about my hands too much before I get there.
Wouldn’t want you all worked up before we even start.
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Olivia: I was asking if you meant right now?
Not telling you to come over.
Lucian: But why wait?
Olivia: You’re helping me with my office, not in my house.
Lucian: I thought I was helping you with both.
I got the time and you crave it.
Olivia: Crave it? Excuse me?
Lucian: Don’t play innocent now.
You want it. You need it.
Lucky for you, I’ve got the skills to deliver exactly what you’re looking for.
Olivia: You’re talking about painting, right?
Lucian: If that helps you sleep at night.
Olivia: I can’t stand you, Lucian Crawford.
Lucian: You hate how much you like it.
There’s a difference.
Olivia: No, I’m actually beginning to hate you.
Lucian: Uh-huh. That’s why you haven’t told me to stop.
Olivia: . . . sometimes I think you have a selective brain and only pay attention to what’s convenient.
Lucian: Not sure what you’re talking about .
. . so, are we doing this tonight at your place or tomorrow morning at your office?
Either way, I promise satisfaction.
Olivia: Oh my God.
Lucian: Full coverage.
Deep strokes. Guaranteed to hit every corner.
Olivia: BLOCKED.
Lucian: You won’t.
You can’t. You need me.
Olivia: I need help, not whatever this is.
Lucian: Help is what I’m offering, sweetheart.
With my hands. With my stamina.
With my technique. You’ll be sore when we’re done but in the best way.
Olivia: . . . are we still talking about painting?
Lucian: You tell me.
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Olivia: I AM GOING TO SCREAM.
Lucian: Loud and breathy?
Because I could make that happen too.
Olivia: THAT’S IT. BLOCKED.
REPORTED. CANCELLED.
Lucian: I’ll see you tomorrow morning, Liv.
Try not to get too worked up before I get there.
Wouldn’t want you all flushed and desperate before we even start. :kissy face: emoji