Olivia's Plan B

Since Olivia came to provoke him, Ben's eyes made sure to scrutinize his opponent for a proper analysis. That way, he'd have something to review back at home later…

The enemy had legs so long that they could wrap around a tree trunk thick enough for five men's outstretched arms to surround it…

He watched as she crossed those stems, with the top foot, in a black flat, rocking up and down as if in provocation…

She wore a maroon skirt and blue blazer, with a white dress shirt that had a few buttons open, exposing the edge of her red bra and tempting cleavage…

As Ben gazed at her, she also observed him, her hand holding a pen she tapped against her upper lip…her head also bobbing in a slight rhythm, making her long straight brown hair shake down the back of her chair…

When they locked eyes, he swallowed. 'No…I need to focus. Can't let myself fall under her power of hypnotits…'