Olivia scowled as she looked through the security system links Michael had provided her with. None of them seemed any more useful than the cameras already up in her building’s lobby, unless the shit-gibbon (yes, that seemed to be his official nickname now) actually tried to break into her place. In which case, it would be pretty obvious there was an alarm by the front door and he would still have the opportunity to escape.

“What the fuck is the point of this?” she muttered, frustration winding around her.

So far the shit-gibbon hadn’t actually done anything but write stuff at her. Yes, when she’d come home and seen the message on her door she’d freaked out a little, but this was obviously the work of a coward. A sneak. Someone who wanted to make her fear but didn’t seem to have the courage to do anything else.

She almost wished he would. Then she could give him the beat down Sharon had suggested. Okay, so Krav Maga wasn’t supposed to be used in that manner but… he’d already issued threats. She could consider it self-defense.

The problem was she had a lot of pent-up tension from a lot of different sources and nowhere to fully vent any of it.

Watching Luke do more scenes with Lisa on Sunday and Tuesday had sucked. And been kind of hot. He’d relaxed more into it, especially when she was watching but even when she wasn’t. Afterwards he’d changed back into his normal clothes and then came looking for her in her office. They’d chatted as she’d gathered up her things and then he’d walked her to her car.

She’d given him a hot kiss which left both of them wanting both times. On Tuesday she told him he could take her out on Friday, and then left him with a bemused expression on his face. An expression which had made her chortle more than once when it popped into her head again. There was something absolutely delightful about taking control outside the bedroom with him, leaving him scrambling to catch up.

So she had plenty of pent-up sexual frustration to go along with some jealousy about Lisa being the one to scene with him, and then all her anger and helplessness with the shit-gibbon too. Which made it all rather hard to concentrate at work, which only added to her rising levels of anxiety.