Olivia's POV
"Let's go upstairs," Blue Eyes suggested, her fingers walking up my arm like a spider. "We can get more... comfortable."
"NO!" I practically shouted. "No upstairs! We are not going upstairs!"
"The couch then?" Green Eyes suggested brightly. "We're flexible."
I was going to hyperventilate. Actually hyperventilate.
Think, Olivia. Think!
"I'm gay!" I suddenly announced.
Both women paused, then exchanged glances before looking back at me with matching smirks.
"Even better," they said in unison.
WHAT?!
"We can work with that," Green Eyes assured me. "Trust us, honey, we've converted plenty of…"
"YOU CAN'T CONVERT SEXUALITY!" I yelled, my voice cracking. "That's not how it works! And I'm not… I mean I am… but…"
God, I was making this worse.
"Relax, Olly," Blue Eyes murmured, her hand moving to my waist. "Just let us…"
"MAXWELL!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. "MAXWELL Wellington, GET DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!"
Silence.
The bastard wasn't coming.
