**Edited by krisgee**

"The Rented Husband"

2012 Copyright All Rights Reserved

 Chapter 24

Olivia pulled back from Brody and peered up at him under a veil of dark lashes.  “You want to go upstairs?” she asked, her tone both breathy and filled with unspoken meaning.

He used the tip of his finger to trace her lips; rosy red lips that were now plump from his kisses.  He knew what his own body was screaming for but unfortunately he had chosen this time to actually listen to his good conscious for once in his life.  “I’m not so sure that’s a good idea with you being intoxicated and all that,” he told her regrettably.  “How about we get some coffee instead?”

Her lips down turned into a frown.  “I don’t want coffee,” she stated petulantly and while leaning into him more, purposefully pressing her breasts against his rock hard chest, she huskily whispered, “I want you, you big dummy.”

Dropping his head back, he stared up at the ceiling and let out a pitiful groan.  “My God woman, do you have any inkling of what you are doing to me right now?”

Seeing his barriers begin to break down; Olivia proceeded to press her advantage.  Meeting his gaze, she began to systematically un-button his shirt without any resistance on his part.

With his shirt now open, she took her pointer finger and started at his cheek.  Setting her own pace, she started to move tortuously slow and began to trace the hard outline of his chin. 

 “I,” she started, leaning up on her toes, pressing a soft kiss against his jaw.  “Have,” she continued with her dainty finger exploration, dragging said finger down his breast bone and across his chest, stopping at his nipple only to lightly rub over it.   “A,”  she added, smiling when she felt the little nub harden underneath her seductive touch.  She then risked going further with her finger, stopping at the top of the hair line just above his jeans.   “Good,” she mumbled, her eyes dilating with an intense hunger and locked onto his as she dared to go even further down, gently cupping his manhood and smiling knowingly up at him.   "Idea," was the last word she said while waiting on a response from him that would hopefully satisfy her carnal desires. 

He let out a cave-man style grunt at her ballsy touch.  He was already half-hard before she started playing with him, the little temptress that she was.  He was always seemed to be like that around her in the first place and couldn’t help it.  But as she continued to touch him, whispering in those sexy hushed tones, he went from half-mast to full sail in no time. 

Taking in a slow calming breath, Brody wrapped his hand around Olivia’s wrist and squeezed to stop her.  “Muffin, I really don’t think you want to go there tonight, I believe that the alcohol is doing all the talking.”  He gave her a tight smile, hoping that he could break through her inebriation.  “Now, that being said, if you do not stop this little show that you’re putting on, I cannot promise you that I will remain the proper gentleman that I was raised to be.”

Her grin widened and the little she-devil had the gall to innocently bat her eyelashes up at him.  Pressing even closer into him, she tightened her hand around his straining manhood.  “What if I don’t want a gentleman tonight Brody, what if I want a wild…passionate… lover?  Can you be that type of lover for me Brody?  Can you be wild and untamed?”

Every word that she breathed turned him on even more.  He was burning up like a red hot inferno, floating on a precipitous with very little control.   He was trying so hard to fight it, knowing that if he gave in to her that when she woke up in the morning, she would regret every second of it and then probably hate him for letting it happen in the first place.

When he didn’t immediately answer her, Olivia continued to egg him on.  She was hot, she was ready and was having a hard time understanding what the problem was here.   “What’s the matter Brody, don’t you want me?”

 “Want you?”  His brow crinkled as he repeated her question.   That was an understatement of the year if he had ever heard one.  He wanted her more than anything else in this world and if he had his way, he would have her - eventually.  But not now; not like this. 

Sobering up somewhat and feeling a little more than rejected because he wouldn’t answer her, wouldn’t succumb to her advances or even look at her for that matter, Olivia jerked away from him.   She was mortified at her own behavior.  She basically threw herself at him, offered him her body and he really didn’t want any part of it. 

“I’m sorry,” she rushed out, covering her face with her hands.  Dread consumed her as the implications of what had happened started to settle in.  After a long minute, she dropped her hand from her face and saw how taught his face was.  That only further proved how much of a fool she had been to even think that he might remotely want someone like her. She wasn't specially extravagant or model type material like so many of the others that he had gone out with in the past.  She was just a plain Jane in comparison.  “Oh Brody,” she whispered, “I am so, so sorry.”

Unable to bear his scrutiny any longer, she turned away from him and made a bee-line for the exit.  She had to get out of there, away from him right then before she said or did something else that she would regret even more.

Brody stood there, trying to process all that had just happened.  One minute she was rubbing against him like a sex crazed kitten and the next, she ran from him - again.  He was baffled to say the least.  What exactly was it about him that always made her run for the hills?  Was it something he said?  Something he did or maybe something that he didn't do?  He was trying to be the good guy here, and yet she left him, again. 

He snorted in disbelief, feeling an eerie sense of déjà vu.  Snapping himself back to reality, Brody stared at the exit that she had just disappeared through.  “Oh no you don’t,” he muttered to himself.  “Not this time anyway.”  Knowing what had to be done, he left the lounge, taking the same path that she had just moments earlier taken.

She felt a wave of dizziness threatening to overtake her and had to stop outside the lounge, bracing her hand against the wall to steady her self.  How could she have been so stupid, so amoral, so slut-like? 

It had to be the alcohol.  It was always the alcohol because on any other given day she would not have offered up herself to him so freely and not to mention on a silver platter.  That was not the type of thing that Olivia Murray did.  Instead, she would have remembered that this was all a job to him, a job that benefited their mutual interests.  That was it; nothing more.

 “Olivia?”

Reacting purely on bodily instinct, she stood up and whirled around just a little too fast for her current state of drunkenness.  The moment that she did, she pressed her fingers to her temples, feeling the room wildly spin around her. 

 “Olivia?” Brody said again, this time walking up to her and bodily laying his hands on her shoulders.  Feeling the heat from his touch sear her through the blouse that she was wearing clear to her skin, she dropped her hands to her side and dumbly stared up at him. 

When he was sure that he held her gaze, he blurted out, “Woman, I want you like I‘ve never wanted anything in my life, but I didn't want it to be like this," he shook her slightly and repeated hoarsely, "Not like this, with you under the influence and all."

She continued to stare up at him; unsure what to make of his statement.  It was all of the words that she wanted to hear five minutes ago but now; she felt  that maybe he was just saying it to make her not feel so bad.  Frowning, she sighed.  “Look, I get it.  Your off the hook, alright.  Let’s just go upstairs and try to get some sleep before this rehearsal thing tomorrow and besides, you still have to meet my brother.”

Brody narrowed his eyes on her.  This wasn‘t the same sex kitten that was just pawing all over him minutes earlier.  Something was still wrong.  “Liv, did you hear a word that I just said?”

She pulled away from him and started for the elevator, assuming that he would just follow her.  At least she hoped he did, because she didn’t think to grab her key when they left the room earlier.  “Yes,” she said stiffly, “I heard and it’s okay, I understand.  You don’t have to worry about making me feel better.  I’m still drunk, you’re tired and I think we can both agree that today has been one helluva day.  The consolation is that we only have four more days to keep up this charade so if you don’t mind, please- be quiet.  I can’t handle your pity right now with everything else that is going on.”

The elevator door opened and Olivia walked in.  Turning around, she stared back at Brody expectantly.  When he made no move to get on the elevator with her, she held up her hand.  “Are you coming or not?”

He didn’t say a word.  He was done with words.  This woman has been driving him crazy from day one and he was tired of trying to do the right thing.  All he knew was that they were right together.

 “I’m coming alright,” he stated plainly, stalking forward with definite purpose.  He pushed her up  against the wall of the elevator and took her lips with everything that he had in him.  In that single kiss he let her know just how much he wanted her and now, he was going to have her.  Reaching behind him; he blindly pushed the button for their floor and hoped that he could hold off long enough to make it to their room.

She responded like a wild cat.  She gave as good as she got and when his tongue swept into the recesses of her mouth; all of her earlier thoughts were a distant memory. 

Brody left her mouth, only to trail a line of butterfly kisses down the length of her jaw and continued on to the soft skin at her neck.  His hands had made their way underneath her blouse to caress the bare skin of her back.

She dropped her head down, offering him better access, an appreciative moan slipping from her lips. 

 “Brody,” she panted.

 “Mmm.”

 “We’re here,” she pointed at the open elevator door.

He glanced over his shoulder and saw that she was right.  They were only a few feet from the room; surely he could make it that far.  He swept her up in his arms, hearing her gasp of surprise and smiling down at her.  “Are you sure about this?” he asked her once more before they stepped off the elevator.  He didn’t want her regretting anything, come tomorrow.

“Very sure,” she confided and grabbed his head, bringing his lips back down to hers.

He carried her off the elevator and down the hall, teasing her with his mouth along the way.  Stopping in front of the door, he set her down on her feet and she wrapped herself around his body, nipping at his five o’clock shadow.  He dug in his pocket looking for the key, only to come up empty handed.  Cursing himself, he then remembered that he stupidly left his key by his laptop earlier this afternoon.

“Baby,” he started and grabbed her chin, forcing Olivia to look up at him, “Please tell me you have your key.” 

Her eyes went wide and he had his answer.  “You don’t have yours?”

Huffing out a frustrated breath, he shook his head.  “No, I left it in the room-”

 “Hey,” Olivia called out, interrupting him.  He turned to see who she was talking to and there was a maid standing at the end of the hall.  The maid looked up at them and warmly smiled.  “Yes?”

Brody wrapped his arm around Olivia’s shoulders as she explained their embarrassing dilemma.  Luckily, the maid understood and was nice enough to unlock the door for them.  By her reactions, he got the feeling that this wasn’t all that unusual of a thing for her.  

Once the door was opened, they both thanked the maid as she went back to doing what ever she was doing before.  Brody turned his attention back to Olivia and lifted her up in his arms.  She squealed with delight and instantly wrapped her legs around his waist as their mouths searched out each other. 

Walking in to the room, he kicked the door closed behind them and all that he could think about was getting her to the bed and getting her naked.  Everything else could wait.  Neither bothered with the lights as they stumbled awkwardly through the room, eventually making it to their intended destination.

His hands slightly shaking with anticipation, Brody carefully sat Olivia down on the edge of the bed and slowly guided her down as he started to follow over her, his mouth tightly fused to hers.

Just as he grabbed the hem of her shirt and moved to lift it over her head, a light flipped on in the room, illuminating the small space around them.  The both of them snapped their heads up at the same time and jumped at the sound of a high pitched, blood curdling scream.