After a few moments, I was able to compose myself and enjoy the dinner, which was the most incredible meal I had ever experienced in my life. It was five courses of the most interesting dishes with local ingredients.
The smoked salmon was amazing, but apparently that was just the appetizer. Then there was this hearty root vegetable dish with the most interesting combination of spices.
"How are you enjoying your food, Olivia?" Henrik asked me. Everyone's eyes were on me now. Looking around, some seemed a bit judgemental, like they were just waiting for me to say something stupid.
"It's wonderful. Definitely some new foods for me, but I love trying new things," I said, and tried to dazzle them all with a smile.
Henrik nodded and smiled.
"I'm glad we could help enrich your palate." He lifted his wine glass in my direction and I politely nodded.
"Oh, wait until you try the reindeer with lingonberry jam next. It's a simple dish, but this chef prepares it immaculately," said Ingrid, an older woman whom I recognized from the welcome party. She looked like she was probably in her fifties, but paid to look like she was in her forties.
"I can't wait." I smiled. I didn't want to pick fights or be hostile to anyone, even though it was obvious that I was a joke to them.
"We all really love your stories, Olivia. You give us so much to smile about. So much that we end up on the floor laughing," the man next to the woman said. I couldn't remember his name. Was it Filip maybe?
"Oh yes," Ingrid said, grasping at Filip's arm. "Remember that one part where it really looked like she was going to fall on the skis? I don't know how she didn't! But her face refuses to say anything other than 'I'm really serious.' It was so funny, Olivia."
"And watching her learn how to ski! How pitiful! Don't they ski in America? Have you ever been to Aspen, Olivia? It's not too long of a flight from New York, no? Especially on the private jet." I recognized the person who was piling it on, but didn't know her name. "I would go all the time if I lived in New York. It's certainly nothing like here or the Alps, but it's a very cute town." The woman said to Ingrid, whose hand was on her heart like this woman was preaching the gospel.
I felt my face grow hot. It could have been a misunderstanding before, but there was no misunderstanding now. This entire group of people was mocking me.
"No, I haven't been to Aspen," I said quietly. "Poor people, like me, generally have to work. But you all wouldn't know anything about that. And, shockingly, I don't have a private jet. And if Aspen is filled with people like you, I'd rather spend my hard-earned money and vacation time going somewhere better."
"Oh, Olivia. Don't be so serious all the time. Save that for your little stories," said Ingrid, taking a sip from her wine glass.
"Enough." The voice beside me was deadly low and vibrated through my entire body. "I suppose it's ridiculous of me to ask you all if you have anything better to do than to be rude and disrespect incredibly talented, skilled, hard-working people, like Olivia. Of course, you don't have anything better to do. Your lives are empty and meaningless. Your time is filled with frivolous hobbies and fake charities. It seems like the real butt of the joke is all of you. Let's go, Olivia." Ben stood up, dropping his napkin on the chair and buttoning his suit. "Olivia works for OVT. She works for me. If you disrespect one of my employees, you're disrespecting me. I would advise everyone in this room, "I am not someone who's bad side you want to be on."
Stunned silence filled the room as I scrambled up from my chair and followed his long strides out the door.
Well, shit. Now I was in love with Ben.
Ben
I knew that going to the dinner was probably a mistake based on how they first treated Olivia during the welcoming party, but I thought Henrik was going to be more appreciative of all the attention we gave him and his resort. I was probably too optimistic. Tonight, I found myself disappointed.
At least leaving early gave me some time to finish some work before flying back to New York the next morning. At least, that was the plan.
About an hour later, there was a knock on my cabin door as I was sitting at the desk.
"Mark," I said, completely taken by surprise. "Surprised to see you here. Is everything okay?" I gestured for the cameraman to come inside.
"Oh yeah, everything's fine. We just heard that the dinner party ended early. I just wanted to come by and invite you to the small party the crew is having at the pub in town."
"That sounds great, Mark. I just have something to finish, and then I'll come over."
"Have you seen Olivia, by the way? We were going to invite her, but she's not in her cabin and didn't answer her phone."
"Um, no. Maybe she went for a walk or even fell asleep? If I see her, I'll let her know."
"Sure thing. See you there."
Mark waved and turned to leave, and I breathed a sigh of relief.
"You can come out now."
The bathroom door opened and Olivia stepped out in the most exquisite black lace underwear, and this strapless, backless bra that, honestly, seemed like an engineering miracle. And she still had on her emerald green heels. My dick reminded me that was a very important detail.
I was utterly shocked when she surprised me with this when we got back to my cabin. She said what I said back in the restaurant got her hot and bothered and she couldn't resist me anymore.
"Where were we, Mr. Oviatt?"
"You, Ms. Taylor, were giving me the performance of a lifetime."
Olivia gently guided me back into the chair, and I turned on the music on my phone. Olivia started to dance again, moving her hips in the most hypnotic way. I reached out to grab them, but Olivia gently swatted me away.
"No touching, Mr. Oviatt," she whispered low in my ear.
My erection had cooled at Mark's interruption, but it roared back to life, painfully hard behind the zipper of these too-tight pants.
Slowly, somehow, she removed her bra, her hair hanging loose around her perky breasts. God, I wanted her nipple in my mouth. She reached up and slowly caressed her own breasts. Impossibly, I felt myself grow harder at the sight of her touching herself.
Her hands traveled down her stomach as she wiggled her hips from the scrap of lace, drawing it down and kicking it off with her foot.
Olivia Taylor stood in front of me completely naked, except for her green heels. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't hear anything except my pulse in my eardrums, I couldn't feel anything except my throbbing dick. She reduced me to a pile of sensation.
In one fluid motion, Olivia was kneeling in front of me, her breasts touching my knees, still frustratingly covered in fabric. She reached for my zipper and tugged it down. Blessedly, she urged the pants from my hips and pulled them down, taking off my shoes, too. She reached up. Her tits were achingly close as she unbuttoned my shirt, pulling it off my body.
Olivia kissed my chest and trailed her tongue down my stomach. White hot heat surged through me as her mouth made its way lower and lower until her pretty red lips covered the tip of my cock.
"Oh fuck, Olivia. You have no idea how good that feels. How sexy you are to watch."
Teasingly, she gave a quick lick from the base of my dick up to the head.
"All mine," she declared, before diving into my cock once more, the tip hitting the back of her throat, but not reaching the base. "So you like watching, Ben?"
I couldn't take my eyes off of her. To say Olivia was sexy was the understatement of my lifetime.
"Good to know," she whispered and took my whole cock in my mouth. "So big, Ben."
How was it possible to still get harder for this girl? Then I looked down just as Olivia's other hand, the one that wasn't slowly torturing me in concert with her mouth, dipped between her legs.
Fuck, that was hot. I couldn't stop watching as her hand started to move. As she moaned around my dick, sending shockwaves through my body. Her eyes fluttered close, and I imagined her hot and wet on her own hand. I couldn't stop myself from firmly grasping her hair, moving her mouth up and down on me. Her eyes flashed up to mine. They were burning with desire as she worked me with her mouth while rubbing herself.
This was all too much. I was about to tell her I was going to come when I felt her body tense and her free hand grasped at my thigh. Olivia's moans were muffled by my cock in her mouth, but watching her come by her own hand was the most extraordinary thing to witness.
"I'm going to come, Olivia," I warned her seconds later, expecting her to pop off and finish me with her naughty hand. But she kept me in her mouth as my entire body burst apart.
She rested her head on my thigh for a moment and I tipped my head back, trying to find my breath again. A few moments later, Olivia looked up at me.
"Well, I guess we should head to the party." Her voice was a little wistful as she turned to get up.
I grabbed her wrist.
"Text Mark and tell him something came up. There's no way I'm letting you leave here tonight."
"Okay, boss," she whispered. As she got up to find her phone, I gave her magnificent ass a gentle smack, earning a giggle.
I'd remember tomorrow just how bad of an idea this was, but tonight, I just needed Olivia.