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Abby

Oliver let go of me and quickly grabs plates, a bottle of wine and two glasses. Handing me the wine and glassware, he grabs the food and we head upstairs. We setup the food on his desk, turn the large TV on, Oliver gets a fire going in the fireplace and we get comfortable to eat our dinner.

We sat in bed and ate pizza watching a movie and got warm in front of the fire. We wanted to stay away from the windows downstairs just in case he, who I didn't want to talk about, comes back to snoop around. Upstairs seems the safest place to be. Oliver was starving and ate most of the food, while I picked at mine. I know Oliver noticed I wasn't eating, but he wasn't saying anything about it. I'm not sure if he's just waiting me out to tell him or if Oliver's going ask me, but I really don't want to talk about it. Seeing that guy again really took my appetite away.

"You need to eat, sweetheart." Oliver says softly. "You knew he was coming for you, didn't you?" Okay, so I guess we are going to talk about this.

"I am eating. I'm just slow." I answer not looking at him. I get a grunt in return from Oliver. He's not buying it. I'm going to have to talk about this sooner than later with him, I might as well get it over with. "Ethan met me when I was working for Quinn." Oliver stopped eating as I spoke and looked at me. I have his complete attention now. "It was five years ago when I started working for Quinn and it was my first real job. I was lucky, Quinn saw something in me and trained me into what he wanted as an assistant. He said no experience made it easier because I didn't have any bad habits to break. Anyway, I caught on fast and Quinn liked my work, he helped me with everything so I could succeed. After six months he wanted to see me be able to move up but without a degree I couldn't. He helped me get into night school so I could get my college degree. He was going to pay for it too."

"That's generous of Quinn. He's a good guy. I've known him a long time. When it comes to business he's willing to do the right thing to keep his people happy. There's very little turnover in his staff because of that. He'll take you back if you want." Oliver tells me. That surprises me. I thought he wanted me to work for him?

"I thought you want me?" I question. "To work for you I mean."

"Oh, I do. I'm just telling you he holds you in high regard, Abby. If you wanted to go back he would find a way. I want you with me. I'm not letting you go, trust me." Oliver reaches out for my hand. "Tell me the rest."

"Okay. Well I thought Ethan worked for Quinn too. I saw him there in the building all the time. Turns out he was scoping the place out trying to figure out who was the best one to get to Quinn's money. I was the lucky one. He dazzled me, complimented me, made me feel special, then one by one took the cards and my checkbook without me even realizing it. By the time I did they were gone, so was he. I felt terrible about it and went straight to Quinn. We got right on it, but it was too late the damage was done and I couldn't do a thing. The board forced Quinn to fire me and without a job, I couldn't pay rent or bills. All I had was my car. I was living in my car for a about six months when I met Melanie. She was nice enough to let me stay with her. I got jobs one at a time and slowly started paying things off as I could including Quinn. I did that on top of paying my rent to Melanie. I was broke, am broke, but I'm not willing to take anyone's money. I have to do it myself. I don't want anyone to think I'm trying to take advantage of them. Especially after all this."

Oliver was quiet for a long while as he took it all in. I know my story is a lot to believe but I don't want him to think that I want his money, I don't. I'm capable of working and earning my own way. I'm not a freeloader.

"I don't want Ethan to try this with you." I start but he cuts me off.

"That won't happen again, Abby. You're safe now. My house is paid off, the cars are paid off. I'm good. We're good. Trust me here. He's not getting to you again. You saw him at the door tonight before he could try me and you warned me. He lost this time." Oliver seems so confident about this, I'm just not. I know what Ethan is capable of, he doesn't give up that easy. "We're together on this, no secrets. We'll be fine."

I'm not so sure.

Oliver takes the empty pizza box down to the kitchen while I change for bed. When he comes back up, he strips down to his boxers. I get so nervous when he does this. It's not that it bothers me, or I don't like it. I totally like it. He's completely built and looks gorgeous all muscles and beautiful tan skin. Not to mention those beautiful blue eyes. I melt for those eyes. He doesn't notice I fidget a bit when he's getting into bed. Then crawling in he pulls me to like this is nothing and totally normal. We snuggle in and curl up together to finish the movie. Laying like this is nice. He's warm and cozy and kisses me softly every once in a while. When we're like this Oliver isn't a movie star or rich, he's just a guy, my guy who wants me. There's no obstacles in here, no problems, it's just us and we can have this in this little bubble we've created in this room. As soon as we leave though, that bubble bursts and reality sets back in. I'm going to enjoy this just for tonight.

"Hey, tomorrow morning I need you to do something." Oliver says remembering some work items on his list.

"Oh, okay. What do you need?" I lift my head off his shoulder and debate on getting a pad of paper to write it down on.

"We need to book a private jet to fly to New York Thursday morning and fly back Tuesday night. We need three presidential suites at the Ritz Manhattan booked and dinner for Friday evening at the Chefs Lounge at seven."

"For how many?" I ask, I'm not sure what all is going on.

"Sorry, I didn't tell you. Premiere weekend for my movie. All six of us are going. Friday, you girls get to go shopping for gowns and what not for Saturday night and a lot of other things for you. I want you to bring an empty suitcase with us. Kate will help you with everything you need. Saturday morning you girls will get taken care of at the spa at the Ritz. I'll take care of that. Hair, nails, the works. We'll leave at six for the premiere, red carpet, you and Kate will sneak around and meet us at the end of the carpet and we go in to dinner and the premiere then we can go out or back to the hotel. Sunday, I figured we could sight see a little and Monday, early morning I have an interview which you have to come with me to then we can relax and Tuesday night we head home." Oliver gave me the schedule. Wow! I should have written that down. I hope I remember it all.

"Why do I need an empty suitcase?" I ask I'm trying to remember everything he just said.

"For everything you're going to buy. You need a professional wardrobe. I like your clothes, but this is a different industry than you're used to. Trust me. Kate will help you." Oliver explains.

"Why don't you go shopping with me, if you're going to be so particular?" I ask, I can be difficult I know. I have nice clothes, I just don't have name brands.

Oliver laughs and shakes his head at me, pulling me tighter against his chest and wrapping his arms around me. "If I go shopping with you, I'll get lost in the lingerie section with Dylan and Mason and I don't think you want to wear just sexy lingerie to the premiere. Although I don't mind buying you all the lingerie you want and that's all you'll end up wearing around the house. Believe me, I'm all for that. I don't think you want to wear that all the time."

I was red. A bright scarlet red with my burning face buried in his chest. He wants to buy me sexy lingerie? Holy shit! We aren't there yet. I'm not there yet. This just went into a whole other direction that I didn't mean for it to go in. Sex and Oliver is not what I had in mind, well I've had it on my mind, just not right this second on my mind. I'm not a prude by any sense I just want things to be right. Oliver is a lot to take, he's handsome and sexy and rich and the epitome of a Hollywood hunk. I don't measure up to that.

"You're overthinking this Abby. I was joking, sort of. I don't mind buying some lingerie, and I absolutely will if you let me but I won't make you wear it all the time." Oliver smirks that sexy smile at me and I get even warmer all over. God, what is wrong with me tonight?

"I just meant you know what events you have and what you have in mind for me. I mean what you want me to wear. That's what I meant." I try to explain myself but I sound stupid. I should keep my mouth shut.

Oliver grins and brushes the hair from my face. "Are you okay tonight? You're acting weird."

"I'm flustered. I'm fine. Shopping is fine. I'll make the reservation tomorrow morning. What airline for the flight?" I try to keep moving forward in the conversation but nope not happening here.

"I'll show you it's a private party I use. He's an old friend of mine that owns a business. And you aren't fine. Why are you flustered? Talk to me sweetheart, no secrets remember." Oliver pushes.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! What is wrong with me?? Murphy's law if I'm going to get stuck on a subject it's gonna be sex.

"I'm not keeping a secret. I'm feeling weird because you're gonna see me, the real me. You want to buy me sexy underwear and I don't wear them. I mean I wear underwear, just not the sexy ones you're used to. Not that you wear them. I mean the boxers are sexy, but they aren't the sexy ones women wear. Shit! I'm sorry, I ramble when I'm nervous and you're making me really nervous. I'm not sexy, okay! I'm not like the Hollywood hotties you go out with, you're used to sexy women and I'm not like that. I'm plain and ordinary. I like sweats and T-shirts and no makeup. I eat ice cream out of the container and I don't wake up perfect." I try to explain, but Oliver just smiles at me and leans over to me and kisses me. Soft and sexy, smooth as silk his lips caress mine and I forget what I was saying suddenly my body betrays me and has a mind of its own as Oliver's hands wander down over my back and hips. I sigh and arch against him into his touch. God, how did he do that? I hear a soft moan. Was that me?

"Now tell me sweetheart that you aren't sexy because from where I'm laying that was damn sexy." His lips meet mine again.

"I didn't do that though, you did!" I argue pushing on his rock hard chest as he kisses down my neck. Damn he's good at this and I really don't remember what I was saying now.

"Hmm, so if I do this." Oliver says as his hand slips under my shirt and I feel the tips of his fingers brush just under my breast. I suck in a breath and arch towards his hand as he cups my breast and squeezes lightly. "Was that you or me cause I didn't move my hand, baby. You moved into me." His lips touched mine again.

"You're teasing me." I groan out. God, I want more of him.

"I am? That's not very nice of me. I should stop." Oliver whispers on my skin causing goosebumps to pop up everywhere.

"No, don't please. Don't stop." I beg only for Oliver to grin at me.

"And that baby is the sexiest thing you've said." He flips me over and lays me on my back with him laying on me. "I'm not going to keep going though. Not tonight. I want to, but we've got a lot to deal with still."

Kissing me softly Oliver rolls to his side pulling me with him and smirks knowing he's gotten to me. I'm whipped by him and he now knows exactly how to get me. I'm such a sucker. Face planting into Oliver's chest I snuggle in. I guess I'll finish this off in my dreams. Damn it!

Oliver

It was mean I know, and now I've got a fucking hard on that I'll have to deal with. She isn't ready to move to the step. Seeing that little fucker Ethan tonight screwed her up. The good thing about it was she finally opened up and told me what happened to her. At least now I know what happened, not all the details but I got the idea. He messed with her mind made her feel good about herself then pulled the rug out from under her. Now she doesn't trust herself or anybody else.

"Oliver what about the ski trip?" Abby's voice was so tired.

I run my fingers through her long red hair and massage her head and neck. She needs sleep. "We're all going. I'll take you shopping for the trip when we get back. I want you to learn to ski. I'm gonna teach you."

"I'm a klutz, Ollie. I'll take you down the mountain with me." She tell me as she starts drawing circles on my chest. I've got her nice and cozy warm in my arms. I'm loving this.

"We'll start on the easy slopes. You'll be fine. We can rent a snowmobile and ride around if you want. We'll sit in front of the fire, drink some hot chocolate snuggle like this all week if you want." I offer to her. I'll do whatever she wants, I just want to spend the holidays with her. I don't want to leave Abby here alone. I won't.

"I like the last one. Snuggling sounds good." She barely gets out before she yawns.

"Then that's what we do. As long as you come with us. I'm happy." I tell her kissing her forehead. This is perfect. My girl is in my arms. She's working for me, and I've got her twenty four hours a day, seven days a week. Ethan can fuck off. He'll never get his hands on her again. I'm making sure of that.

I make a mental note to call Preston in the morning and arrange for security. He's been after me for a while now to get some because of the amount of female fans that have been coming at me lately in public. He'll be more than happy to get it setup for me. I want Abby to have her own guard too. I need Preston to know about Abby and Ethan. It's gonna be a long call explaining everything. Preston probably won't be too happy with me that he's just now finding all this out.

Abby is going to need to meet Preston too. That will be interesting. Not that Preston is a bad guy, he absolutely isn't but he does have a certain mindset about the kind of woman I should have in my life. It's one thing he and my mother have in common. The difference is Preston doesn't push me. He has his beliefs but he only voices them to me in private, he will not be rude or cruel to Abby. That I am sure of, Preston knows I'd fire him in a heartbeat if he was. That doesn't mean he won't tell me to find someone more in my financial situation to which he knows the answer to. We've already been through this.

Abby will be fine and I know once he gets to know her, he will like her just as much as I do. Maybe I'll invite Quinn over when I introduce her to Preston. That way he sees Quinn with her too. Another millionaire that loves her, as long as Quinn keeps his hands off her. That's one thing I have to ask Abby about very carefully. I'm just not sure how. Did Quinn have a thing for my Abby?

I drifted off with that thought in my head so my sleep was not good. I tossed and turned wondering what happened between them. Then wondering what happened between Abby and Ethan. I'm not stupid I know she had a life before me but the thought of either of them touching her made me mad. Waking the next morning I needed to be alone for a while. I went straight to the gym to burn out my bad mood and hope when I got done I was out of it.

When I got back Abby was up and showered and on the phone with the Ritz making our reservations. I listened in just to see if she had any problems but she handled it like she's been doing it for years. Quinn trained her well. I gave her the number for the private jet and let her set that up on her own just to see how she handled it. Again no problems. Damn I am seriously impressed. Abby took this job to a new level. None of my other assistants have ever been able to handle things this well this fast. Abby was the best decision I've ever made. Now to shower and call Preston.

"Abby I've got to get a shower then call my manager." I tell her.

"Do you want me to call him?" Abby was on top of everything this morning and she was all business. I'm not sure I like that. So I make a move to quickly rectify that.

"No, sweetheart. I have to tell him about you first. I need you two to meet first. While I do that can you work on the social media sites make them look better please?" I smile and kiss her forehead.

"Okay do we need a car to and from the airport and while we're in New York? I can arrange that too? Just tell me what you want." She says. I completely forgot about a car.

"Yes, good thing you thought of that. A limo is fine it will fit all of us and security." I say without thinking.

"Security?" She caught it, shit!

"Yeah I'm arranging for us to have security. Both of us until this Ethan guy is history. I'm not taking chances with you. I don't want an argument either." Abby just looks at me and I know she doesn't like the idea but she knows I'm not bending either. I want her safe. We hear the front door open and close. I assume it's Dylan, he said he'd be by this morning.

"Oliver dear! Where are you! I have wonderful news for you!" My eyes close and my whole body tenses up. What is my mother doing here?