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moment I felt the percussions of my clitoris giving way for the predicted sensitivity overtaking my pelvic region. I was still riding the waves when Olivia entered.
    “Good morning,” Olivia smiled with the shiny silver tray in hand.
    “You can go,” I snapped, moving myself to an upright position.
    After pouring a fresh cup of Columbian coffee, I crinkled my nose. Did I not tell Olivia I wanted Mi Esperanza Coffee? Deciding not to complain about it, I walked out to the verandah. Mi Esperanza Coffee was my favorite, imported from Honduras—java for the rich.
    Hearing a mower just down the street and a dog barking next door, I groaned. Why the hell anyone would want an animal like that was incomprehensible to me. They smelled like beasts and they shed nasty hair all over the place. I looked over, seeing the neighbor’s young son in the yard, playing with the dreadful creature.
    Christian must have been home from college, I noted, letting my morning robe drop to the side and baring my naked shoulder for him. He couldn’t really see me, I knew that, but it turned me on, nonetheless. I sat in my comfortable padded chair, letting my robe fall to the side, all the way to my hip. After crossing one leg over the other, showing the young lad my bare pussy, I sipped my coffee.
    Christian never saw a thing. He didn’t even look up, not that he could have seen anything anyway. We were at least half an acre apart. The fact that the boy was barely legal didn’t stop me from fantasizing, imagining him on his knees in front of me while I had my morning coffee.
    “Would you like some help packing your things? Rob will be here at noon. Will that work for you?” I turned to see Olivia, standing in my door. My fantasy went from the Mason’s young son to her. I knew I was showing partial breasts due to my fallen robe over my shoulder and I know for a fact she looked. I studied her briefly before answering.
    “Yes, that will be fine. You can lay everything out on my bed. I’ll be in shortly. Did I not ask for Mi Esperanza?”
    “No, ma’am. I’m sorry, I should have known. Would you like me to get you some? I won’t let it happen again. Sorry.”
    “Indubitably Olivia? Don’t grovel, it’s not ambrosial—at all,” I disdainfully replied. I thought about Adriana, my stepmother. She would have fired Olivia her first day. I would have, too, except for the fact that I did trust her, with not only my lavish luxuries but other things as well. Sometimes, I would like to fire her, though. It was so hard to find a good personal assistant these days. I often wondered why I kept her around.
    “I’ll start on your packing.”
    Fidgeting in my seat, I could tell I was wet. Was it the thought of Olivia being between my legs or the neighbor boy? Hell, I didn’t care. Either of them would do.
    “Olivia, is my husband still here?” I asked, joining her in my room. “I don’t want that. Put that away,” I pointed, wondering why I just did that. I did want that shirt. I just bought it. Blaming it on Adriana and the way she used to order me to do things just to control me, I attributed her for the ridiculous outburst. I would retrieve the shirt later.
    “No, ma’am. He left hours ago.”
    It didn’t really matter. I would have never thrown myself on him anyway. Instead, I played the robe game with Olivia, letting my naked body accidentally on purpose become exposed while she and I packed my things. I even turned the thermostat down once, wanting to see if her nipples would harden through her uniform, a white button up shirt. They did, as did mine. 
    It wasn’t the first time I wondered what Olivia looked like naked. Maybe that was why I kept her longer than I kept any other assistant. She was younger and prettier than most the women who had come to me from the agency. They usually came older than me, and not near as attractive as Olivia. Her tanned skin was a product of genetics. Her dark hair reminded me a lot of Adriana’s.