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The buzzing of the alarm clock woke Olivia from a pleasant dream and, with a moan of rebellion, she reached for it with one hand while pulling the pillow over her head with the other to shut out the sound. Feeling blindly she moved her hand over the nightstand and registered that the alarm was not where it should have been. About the time she heard something crash to the floor, a degree of consciousness sufficient to remind her that she wasn't at Elaine's made it's way through the haze of sleep and solidified almost simultaneously with the realization that she was not alone. The voice, close to her ear, reached her brain along with the sensation of the body next to hers. "It's on this side, Sweetheart. I've got it..." A movement, the covers shifting, and the sound was gone...
Olivia smiled as she stretched and turned to face her companion, "You should have woken me..."
"Not a chance. You looked too perfect lying there. Not that I wasn't tempted.' Gregory's smile matched hers and he lowered his lips to hers for a good morning kiss.
"What time did you get in?"
"Late... After 2, and I have a meeting for breakfast. I have to run."
"Oh..." Olivia pouted. "Now I really wish you'd woken me."
"Darling, as tempting as it was, I only got 4 hours of sleep. If I'd woken you, I doubt I'd have gotten any." He was already getting up, pulling on his underwear and reaching for a pair of suit pants.
Olivia watched him and sighed, "I guess I'd better get moving too..." She started to sit up but he stopped her.
"You don't have to. You still look sleepy. I should be home by lunchtime. You could sleep in and wait on me..."
"Lunch... Anything like yesterdays?" She didn't even attempt to hide the jealous tone.
"Yesterday, was a nightmare and don't think for a moment that I was there with Felicity..."
"You were there, she was there... Sounds together to me..."
"You know what I mean. Singleton likes Prescott, remembers his grandfather or something, I don't know... He called him, asked him to stop by, and Felicity tagged along. I have to go. You, stay here." He kissed her quickly and headed out the door, still straightening the tie around his neck. He paused at the door and looked back at her, "How did you get in anyway?"
A sly grin accompanied the answer, "I have my ways..."
"Right... And I'd be worried if I didn't know Henry would have a heart attack if you so much as winked at him." Gregory laughed at the thought of Olivia sweet talking the old doorman and grabbed his wallet from the table. "Stay put. I'll be back soon!" He called and was gone.
Olivia sank back onto the warm bed, pulling his pillow to her in a comforting hug. She had no plans whatsoever of leaving.
"I've gained 5 pounds!" Madeline announced in a frustrated tone as she joined them.
"You look wonderful." Her father assured her absently. Del knew better than to say anything. She wouldn't say anything to her father; she clung too strongly to the idea of inheriting his fortune to risk annoying him. Del on the other hand had little to protect him and they both knew it. So he ignored the remark and poured her some juice. Even this was worth a glare from his loving fiancée.
"Bette, do you remember the dress I tried on last week at the little shop on West Beachside?" Olivia's voice sounded over the phone.
"The green one?"
"Yes! Are you busy right now? I need you to get it and bring it to me."
"Where are you and why can't you get it yourself?" Bette asked, already reaching for her purse.
"At Gregory's, and I can't go because I am waiting for lunch to be delivered.
Bette shook her head and laughed, "Later you are going to have to give me all the details. Is Gregory there?"
"Not yet..." The smile came through in her voice, "but he'll be back shortly."
"On my way, Toots. I hope you know what your doing..." Bette hung up the phone, checked to make sure her credit card, and went out to help someone else's dream come true.
"Felicity, it's Gregory. I'll be leaving the office in about 10 minutes..."
"Wonderful! You'll be free for lunch. Why don't I meet you some..."
"No." The voice left no room for discussion. I'm stopping by there and I want you to be waiting with the key to my apartment. I'm in a hurry and I don't have time to discuss it. Anything you've left at my place I'll give to Pres later this week when I see him."
"Gregory..." The dial tone told her he'd hung up.
"Wow! This is some spread. I don't suppose I'm invited for lunch?" Bette teased as she peaked at the dishes, annoying the caterer who was trying to set everything out.
"Not a chance." Olivia laughed. "I have to get changed. Will you see that he has whatever he needs?" She handed Bette the money to pay him and hurried to the bedroom to change.
Bette took a fresh strawberry and dipped it in the chocolate sauce, earning her a look of disgust and frustration from the rushed caterer. "What?" She asked innocently. "You think they're going to miss one strawberry?"