Olivia might have protested his food thievery but she was too distracted by the mention of Luke and his dog. Not to mention the seven men who had just invaded her space. Eight if she counted Jared, but he’d been invited so she didn’t. Even if he was now offering the pizza box to Justin.

Just because they’d already said they had too much pizza did not mean it should be offered to the invaders.

“Where’s Luke and Molly?” she asked, rather than focusing on the pizza.

Priorities.

“Luke is drunk and asleep in my guest bedroom while Molly is being thoroughly entertained and loved on by Rick and Michael. They decided to opt out of this portion of the evening,” Patrick said, settling himself down in her chair. She scowled at him. Funny enough, so did Adam who had obviously wanted to settle in there himself.

Crossing her arms over her chest, careful not to spill her wine, Olivia tilted her chin up at the men who had now all arranged themselves around her living room. All of them had little anticipatory smiles on their faces.

“No.”

“No?” Patrick raised his eyebrows at her.

“No, I am not interested in an orgy,” Olivia stated calmly.

The immediate looks of horror on every man’s face made her feel better. Yup, just gave them what they deserved.

Jared and Adam looked grossed out, like someone just suggested they sleep with a sibling. Andrew actually shuddered. Beside him, Chris winced, protectively covering his balls in an instinctive reaction, while Justin and Liam’s expressions turned from eager to almost haunted at the imagery suddenly thrust into their minds. Jake scrunched himself a little further back into her couch as if trying to hide.

“I think I just threw up a little in my mouth,” said Patrick, reaching for the pizza box. “I need something to cover the flavor.”

“Ew, seriously Olivia, why would you even say something like that?” Andrew whined. Olivia smirked at him.

“Uh, because you all invaded my apartment, are eating my pizza, sitting in my chair—“ she snapped her fingers at Patrick who glared at her but pushed himself up out of the seat nonetheless. He moved over to lean against the wall, looming as intimidatingly as possible. “And I’m pretty sure you’re about to stick your collective noses up into my business. Please explain why I shouldn’t mess with you.”

“Because we’re here to help you,” Justin said, even managing to keep a serious expression on his face.

“The same way you helped us.” Although Adam’s expression remained just as blandly serious as Justin’s, there was no disguising the smug amusement lacing his voice.

“Oh, I see,” she said sarcastically. She sighed, making her way over to her chair.

Sat down gracefully.

Sipped from her wine glass daintily.

Waved her hand regally.

“Go ahead.”