BILLIONAIRE BOSS Romance – The Boss’s Kiss
“Do you know what Obama has done for people our age?” Olivia asked Madison and Abigail. They both looked at her blankly. Neither of them had a clue about politics. Olivia took a mild interest in current affairs, but the other two just knew who Obama was; they certainly had no idea what he had or hadn't done for the country. “Well if you don't know, I'll tell you. He's done nothing. Eight years of nothing. I'm leaving this country and going to seek my fortune elsewhere,” Olivia said.
Olivia's friends looked at her as if she'd announced she was training to be an astronaut. “Leaving the US?” Abigail said, her blue eyes almost popping from her head.
“Why?” Madison asked. “This is the greatest country in the world.”
“Jesus, Madison, you sound like you've been brainwashed by Fox News. Do you really think this is the best country in the world? I want to see something else of the world,” Olivia said.
Madison and Abigail looked at each other. “It's all right for you. You went to college because you parents left you a good inheritance,” Abigail said. “You should put yourself in the position of poor people like us. We have no choice but to accept whatever is handed to us.”
Olivia looked at the two women and wondered why they were still her friends. “We all went to school together, right?” Olivia asked. They nodded. “We went to the same school, studied the same subjects. The only difference being, I studied harder than you two lazy bitches.”
“Oh, that's not fair,” Madison exclaimed. “We tried just as hard as you.”
“Bullshit. If that’s the case, why are you two working the tills at Walmart when I've got a college degree?” Olivia was aware that she sounded boastful, but she'd had enough of her whining friends. “You guys don't realize that life is what you make it. You're just too lazy to get what you want.”
“Come on, Madison,” Abigail said. “We don't have to listen to this shit. You know, Olivia, since you went to college you've become a real snob. You're no friend of ours anymore.”
The two women got up from the table they were sitting at in the Millstone Café and walked toward the door. “I suppose I'm paying?” Olivia shouted after them. They both stuck a finger up at her. Tramps, both of them, Olivia thought.
It wasn't going to college that had made her a snob, as Abigail had said. It was just that she hated moaners. Both of them still had their parents, yet they called her privileged because she'd been to college. She would have swapped all her education to have her beloved mom and dad back again. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. “How dare they,” she muttered under her breath.
“George, bring me the check,” she shouted across the empty café.
“You're not going, are you, Olivia?” he asked.
“Yeah. I just fell out with those two idiots. I think I'll go for a swim.”
“I thought you'd maybe stick around. I get off work in an hour. Maybe we could—”
Olivia interrupted him before he could finish. “No thanks, George. How many times have you asked me out this year?”
“Lost count,” George said instantly.
“How many times have I said no?” she asked.
“Same number.”
She smiled at him. “George, you're a great guy. If I'd just met you, I'd really dig you and want to date, but we've been neighbors since I was in diapers, and we went to school together.”
George, who was a lanky six foot three, put his hand to his chin to pick a spot that had been bothering him all week. “What difference does that make?”
“It means it's boring. There is nothing to discover between us. It's all been said and done. I need adventure, something different to make me feel something. I'm going fucking crazy in this two-bit town.”
He loved Olivia. She was the only woman he'd ever asked out. He loved her enthusiasm for life and the fact that she had the hottest body in town. She was blond, and her face was so pretty she turned heads as she walked along the street. If he couldn't have her, he'd take a rain check on women he'd previously decided against. “I'm sorry you're feeling unsettled. I love our town.”
“George, it's a backwater, an insignificant bunch of boring buildings and even more boring people.”
“Then go and get rid of your wanderlust. Stop telling everyone how pathetic they are for liking it here and go.”
“Am I arguing with you now as well?” she asked.
“No. But sometimes you sound like a broken record that just goes round and round and round.”