Her friends were helping some and not-helping some. They were all just as anxious as she was. She could barely go an hour without receiving a text message from someone ‘just checking in.’ Patrick had asked her permission to access her ‘find phone’ app so he could check on her during her commute, and for her to text him whenever she was leaving or arriving to and from home and work. He’d done so politely enough and it seemed a reasonable enough safety precaution that she’d agreed. The one time she’d taken the time to go to the bathroom after arriving at Marquis instead of texting him immediately, he’d completely freaked out and blown up her phone with texts and calls. It hadn’t helped that he hadn’t seen her on the club’s security feed either, since they didn’t have one in the bathroom. Olivia had set her foot down when he’d suggested it might not be a terrible idea, and fortunately she’d called him back before he’d actually gotten the police involved. Still, it was a measure of how freaked out her friends were, which in turn agitated her even more.

If only her date with Luke tomorrow was at Stronghold… Olivia was dying to play with him again. Still, at least she could look forward to having a date with him at all. It still made her feel a little nervous to be going on a date with one of her ‘bosses’, but she was pushing past her doubts.

A knock on her office door had her jerking her head up. “Come in.”

For a moment she thought the man standing there was Luke, but it only took her a moment to identify the younger Davis brother.

“Hey, sorry to bother you… but we’re having a bit of a kitchen debate downstairs and we need an impartial judge. Would you mind coming to play taste tester?” he asked, giving her the same charmingly affable grin his brother had. Too bad he wasn’t submissive and she wasn’t into harems.

With thoughts like that, she knew she definitely needed to get laid. Yeesh.

“Taste testing sounds awesome,” she said, closing her laptop. She could look at security systems to get more useless video of the key-and-paint-happy shit-gibbon later. Seriously, if he didn’t break into her apartment, there was literally nothing any of the systems could do. And if he did break into her apartment, the neighbors were more likely to call the police over the noise faster than the security system would do anything. Especially since they were now all alert. None of them liked feeling vulnerable.

Olivia wanted to be safe, obviously, but she wanted actual safety, real safety, not the illusion of it. Which was all she felt the systems actually in her price range were offering.

In the meantime, food was never a bad thing.