"I don’t know what you’re talking about," I said casually as I placed the pasta plate on the bed between us. The steaming dish sat there, rich with garlic, tomato sauce, and herbs, the sll filling the room instantly.
"I can literally sll it on you," Olivia replied, her voice low and teasing, eyes narrowing playfully. She leaned in a little closer, slling as if she could detect every trace of what I’d been doing with Maya, Asha, and Shyla, their scents, their juices, their sweat still clinging to my skin and clothes.
"It’s probably the garlic you’re slling," I said with a grin, trying to play it off while I sat down on the opposite side of the bed. Olivia sat up straighter, the tight white T-shirt stretching across her heavy breasts, nipples faintly visible through the fabric as she shifted.
"I like how horny you are," she said, smiling wider now, her gaze dropping deliberately to the obvious bulge still tenting my shorts. "You look ready to burst again."
"You know I can’t control myself," I admitted, shrugging with a smirk as I climbed fully onto the bed. "I had to do what I had to do."
The plate of pasta rested between us, still hot, forks tucked neatly beside it. Maya had been generous enough to include a few extras. I picked one up and handed another to Olivia.
"Here," I said, passing her the fork.
She took it, twirled a generous amount of pasta around the tines, and brought it to her mouth. She chewed slowly, eyes closing for a second as the flavors hit her.
"Mmm... it’s good," she said, nodding appreciatively. "Really good."
"Yeah?" I asked, taking a big bite myself. The pasta was perfect, sauce rich and savory, garlic and herbs bursting on my tongue. I was starving, and the first few bites went down fast.
We ate quietly for a mont, forks clinking against the plate, the soft hum of the TV in the background, the faint sound of waves drifting through the cracked balcony door. Olivia kept glancing at between bites, her smile growing more wicked each ti her eyes flicked to my crotch.
Then Olivia spoke, her voice casual but deliberate as she twirled another forkful of pasta. She didn’t look up right away, just watched the noodles spin around her fork like she was discussing the weather.
"Alex, why don’t you join my company as CEO?" she asked, as if she were suggesting sothing as simple as grabbing coffee.
I almost choked on the bite of pasta in my mouth, the sauce nearly went down the wrong pipe. I coughed once, swallowed hard, and stared at her, not quite believing where that had co from so suddenly.
"Where did that co from?" I asked, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. "You just dropped that out of nowhere."
She took a slow bite, chewing thoughtfully before answering. "I was thinking... you could join my company as CEO, and maybe we could live together at my mansion." She said it so matter-of-factly, like she’d been turning the idea over in her head for a while. Her eyes flicked up to mine, dark and steady, waiting for my reaction as she took another bite.
So she wanted to stay closer to , much closer.
She was offering the position of CEO at whatever company she ran. I still did not even know the details of her business or what industry Olivia was in. The offer was tempting as hell. If I said yes, it would an living with her every day. I would have unlimited access to her mature, thick body every single night, waking up to her curves and her soft, needy moans.
But I had to keep my options open. I still had so many MILFs to conquer, and I was not ready to lock myself down yet.
"You know I’m still in college?" I said, setting my fork down for a mont. "I don’t know anything about doing a job, let alone running a company as CEO."
"You’ll learn from the best," Olivia replied smoothly, a small smile playing on her lips. She leaned back against the headboard, her breasts shifting beneath her tight T-shirt, the outline of her nipples faintly visible as she crossed one thick thigh over the other. "I’ll teach you everything. You’ve already proven you’re good at... managing things."
I laughed under my breath and shook my head. "By the way, what kind of company do you even run?"
"Whatever you can na, I run it all," Olivia said casually, twirling another forkful of pasta before taking a bite. "You can decide what kind of company you’d like to join. Maybe a tech company would be a better fit for you, right?"
She was filthy rich. Her tone alone made that clear, and the way she spoke instantly reminded of Aria, the royal virgin whose first ti I had stolen from her fiancé. Aria had said almost the sa things. Her family ran half the country. Olivia’s words felt eerily similar. It was really tempting, but I was not ready to commit just yet.
"I think I’ll pass," I said, smirking.
Olivia paused mid-bite, her fork hovering near her lips. She raised one perfectly arched eyebrow, her eyes narrowing slightly in that amused, calculating way she had. "Why? Do you have so job offer sowhere else?"
"Yeah," I replied, keeping the sarcasm light. "Soone asked to be the boss of their company. I think that tops your offer, right?"
She smiled, slow and amused, imdiately catching the sarcasm. She set her fork down, wiped her mouth with a napkin, and leaned forward slightly, showing her cleavage like she was bribing .
"You can think about it," she said softly, no pressure in her voice. "I’m not forcing you." Her eyes flicked down to the bulge still tenting my shorts, lingering there for a second before eting my gaze again. "But the offer stands."
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