Melting Magnets

Chapter One:

Pretty Girls Don't Know the Things I Know

"Fitz! Can you do me a favour?" Eli's voice came through the phone speaker, loud. Fitz grimaced and pulled his phone from his ear a few inches - Eli still hadn't gotten used to the fact that he didn't need to scream to heard.

"Can I hear the favour before making a commitment?" He shuffled the papers on his desk, taking a look at the email that had just popped up on his computer screen. Sighing, he typed a quick response. He hated board meetings, but Christopher was threatening to hang him by his toenails if he didn't make this one.

"My daughter's plane is landing at 6. Do you think you could pick her up and give her a place to stay tonight? She's going to argue that she can stay in a hotel, but I'd rather she didn't." Fitz rolled his eyes at Eli's request. Not having kids of his own, he wasn't one to judge Eli's parenting style, but he was one to judge sending a child across the country by herself.

"Would Audrey be okay with me sending a chauffeur?" He asked the question to be polite - not because he thought a six-year-old would deny whomever was sent to collect her.

"What? Not Audrey. Olivia. My oldest daughter." Fitz rubbed his temple at Eli's words, trying to search his mind for any memory of this Olivia. He had none. Strange. He had known Eli for the last twenty years - how didn't he know his daughter?

"I don't remember Olivia."

"Because you've never met her. She's lived in France with her mom. This is her first time visiting here."

"And you want me to babysit? How old is she anyway?"

"She's nineteen. I've already sent her your contact information, Fitz. It's just until I'm able to fly to LA, myself. I should be there by tomorrow evening - Monday at the latest."

"Fine," Fitz sighed, shaking his head. Any excuse to miss another meeting, right? At least this way, he didn't have to make an excuse. He had a perfectly valid one.

"You're a lifesaver. I'll buy you a beer when I get there." Fitz laughed at that. They both knew that one beer wasn't going to compensate the next however-many-hours of hell babysitting was.

"Anything I need to know about her?"

"I wish I had something to tell you, but I don't. I haven't seen her since she was two. Her mom made sure I wasn't in her life." Fitz felt for the man. He couldn't imagine having a child and not being able to see them or be there for every little moment of their lives.

"I'll be there for her, Eli."

"Thank you. Call if you need anything."

"Will do." The two said their goodbyes and Fitz placed his phone on the desk after ending the call. Returning to his email, he opened a blank draft and quickly typed Christopher's email address. Drafting a message, he held his breath as he hit send. The older man wasn't going to be happy that he had to sit in on another meeting for his absentee boss and, if Fitz knew anything, he would bet that Christopher would be down any moment to berate him for skipping out on the board.

Waiting impatiently for his butler to come storming into the office, Fitz took to Google and decided to search Eli's elusive and previously unknown daughter. It took him a few minutes to come up with any information - she didn't use Eli's last name. Once he had discovered that tidbit, it was easy to find articles on 'Olivia Lewis'. Most of the headlines were cringe-worthy. He read a few out loud, wondering what he had gotten himself into:

"Fashion Heiress's Wild Night?

Drunken Night Out - Daughter of French Designer Maya Lewis Loses Her Cool?"

Fitz shook his head, scrolling through the articles without reading them. He tried not to laugh at some of the pictures - pictures of a short, scrawny teen in glamorous outfits stumbling down some street in London and holding a shirt over her head outside a pub in Athens. He clicked out of the webpage. Eli's daughter seemed like she was going to be more than a handful.

"You can't skip another board meeting." Fitz's gaze snapped to his office door as it opened, revealing the older, white-haired man he had come to trust with his life.

"I promised Eli that I would be there to pick up his daughter." Fitz yawned, reaching for the stainless steel travel mug that sat to the left of his computer. Holding the mug to his lips, he groaned when only a drop slid into his mouth.

"You can send one of your drivers."

"No, I can't," Fitz smirked, mimicking Christopher's high-pitched British accent. He didn't do it often, he could count on one hand the number of times he had done that since childhood, but he knew it would bring an amused smile to the older gentleman's face.

"Fitzgerald," Christopher warned, his thin lips pulled back in a smile, "What am I supposed to tell the board? They want to know why their president and CEO has no interest in Grant Enterprises."

"Tell them that, unlike them, I'm busy not being a dick," Fitz shrugged, placing his mug back on the desk.

"I'll tell them to expect you at the next board meeting," Christopher replied, "Would you like me to get you some more coffee, sir?"

"Yes and don't call me, sir. You know how uncomfortable that makes me." Fitz rolled his eyes, handing his cup to the man as he neared the large, black wooden desk.

"I have always called you sir." Fitz shook his head, chuckling and waving the older man out of the office. Christopher had always called him 'sir', even at a young age. It felt wrong then and it still felt wrong. The man had practically raised him. It was no secret that Big Jerry had better things to do than raise a son. It had been up to Christopher and a whole host of nannies, many of whom Fitz managed to scare off in a matter of weeks to days, to raise the boy.

/

Fitz raised a hand to cover his wayward yawn as he stood in the crowded airport. Where was she? Eli had assured him that Olivia knew what he looked like and would be able to pick him out of the crowd, but he wasn't so confident. He glanced at his Rolex, sighing at the time, before stuffing his hand in the pocket of his black dress pants. He hated crowds and everywhere he looked in this damn airport, there were throngs of people. He turned abruptly, spilling a minuscule amount of warm coffee on his white shirt, when someone tapped him on the shoulder.

"Please tell me that you're Fitzgerald Grant?" The soft, nasally voice came from the short, curvy in just the right places girl before him. It took all his self-control to manage a smile and keep his jaw from dropping. She was stunning. The short, blue and green plaid skirt flared around her thighs, leaving a hint of flesh between it and the knee-high black stockings she wore. Her tight, white shirt was unbuttoned enough to offer ample view of her generous breasts. Her hair fell just to her collarbone in windblown wisps and was covered by a black beret. She was considerably shorter than him, even with the aid of her high combat boots. He tried not to focus on her full, begging to be kissed lips as he spoke.

"Guilty. And you are Olivia?" Her smile reached her eyes as she placed her hands on his shoulders and leaned forward, standing on the tips of her toes, to place a quick air kiss on either side of his face.

"Oui ! I am sorry I'm late." She looked apologetic, but it was hard to tell with the glint in her eyes. He cleared his throat, reaching for the suitcase she was pulling behind her. A small gasp escaped her as their hands touched and he had to chastise his body for reacting to the breathy noise she had released. Pushing the handle down, he picked the suitcase up and held it as a shield in front of his body. How had one noise from her given him such a raging hard-on?

"Have you eaten?" He asked as he led her toward the parking garage. It was the only thing he could think of as he continued to will his body to not react to her.

"I'm fine. Honestly, I'd like to take a nap." She yawned, stretching her arms above her head and he fought to avert his gaze. Her shirt had risen to reveal a toned, flat stomach and a large, feather tattoo that trailed into a flock of flying birds beginning, he could only imagine, at her hip and ending on her right-side.

"She's your best friend's daughter and a fucking kid at that. Stop looking, you perv." Fitz berated himself, focusing on placing one foot in front of the other as they made the long journey to the parking garage and up the elevator to the top level. He managed to avoid any more incidences the walk to his black Porsche. Opening the front trunk, he placed her suitcase in the small space before slamming the hood and walking around to the passenger door, opening it for the girl trailing behind him. He took a deep breath, willing his body to calm down as she slid past him, her ass rubbing against his already straining cock.

As he shut the door and walked around to the driver's side, he was ashamed to admit that part of him hoped her rubbing against him hadn't been an accident. Taking a calming breath, he slid into the driver's seat and slammed the door behind him. Placing the keys in the ignition, he twisted them, put the car in reverse and slowly backed out of the parking space. The complete silence nearly drove him mad as he manoeuvred the car through the parking garage and out onto the crowded streets of Los Angeles.

"What made you want to come to L.A.?" He broke the silence as they rolled to a stop in front of a red light.

He spared one glance in her direction, quickly biting his lip at the sight of her short skirt bunched high enough on her legs that it nearly revealed what she was wearing beneath.

"My maman agreed that I can go to uni here. She doesn't know that I contacted my papa, but I wanted to meet him."

"Eli's a good man. You'll like him." Fitz released the breath he didn't realise he had been holding and eased his foot off the brake as the traffic started moving. Eli was a safe topic. Eli was a topic that could put a full stop to the movement in his pants. He liked talking about Eli. He needed that reminder.

"My maman doesn't think so. I'll make my decision once I meet him," another yawn escaped her full lips and she leaned forward, her hand on the radio, "Do you mind if I turn the radio on?"

"Sure. I don't listen to the radio often. My phone's connected if you would rather find something to play." He pulled the slim device from his shirt pocket and held it to his face, sliding up for it to unlock before handing it to the girl in the seat beside him, inhaling sharply as their fingers touched. She hummed to herself while she scrolled on his phone. She was probably an excellent singer. He smiled at the first chords of the song came through the speakers.

"Aren't you a little young to even know who Shaggy is?" He chuckled, laughing as she rolled her eyes and began singing along.

"Oh boy, I love you so

Never, ever, ever gonna let you go

Once I get my hands on you

Oh boy, I love you so…"

He tried to keep his eyes on the road. He had imagined the sultry look she threw his way when she sang that chorus, hadn't he? He tried to ignore her singing. He really tried. He groaned as she rapped one of the verses, having forgotten exactly what was in this particular song.

"Step in my caravan of love

So I can love, gonna give you hotter rubs

Dem ever wet kisses wit dem brazen hugs

And now your sweet, silky body on my Persian rug…

…Luv me, luv me, luv me, sex machine

I'm guaranteed to make you moan and scream…"

This time, he knew he wasn't exaggerating the wink she tossed in his direction. Gripping his steering wheel harder, his knuckles turning a pasty white, he pressed down on the gas pedal. He was determined to get home as quickly as possible.

/

"Ah," Fitz sighed, sliding into the warm, bubbling water. He tilted his head back, resting it on the edge of the Jacuzzi, his eyes sliding shut. He was slowly nodding off when his phone began ringing. Exhaling sharply, he reached for the small towel he had laid by his beer and wiped his hand, picking his phone up and answering, "Hello?"

"Fitz! How's it going?" Eli's voice came through the speaker, loud as always. Fitz glanced toward his house - Olivia was in there sleeping.

"She's taking a nap."

"How is she?" A million thoughts ran through Fitz's head at Eli's slightly scared tone. He knew that he could never utter about ninety-nine percent of those thoughts without Eli calling him out for being the pervert who was checking out his nineteen-year-old daughter.

"She's different." He finally settled on the one thought he had been having that wouldn't potentially ruin his longest friendship.

"I can't wait to meet her." Fitz opened his mouth to respond when he heard the door slide open behind him. He turned his head slightly, watching as Olivia slowly came into view. She had a large, turquoise towel wrapped around her body, hiding her bathing suit. Her hair was pulled back in a low ponytail. She kicked her slides off a few feet from the Jacuzzi and looked at Fitz with imploring eyes.

"Mind if I join you?"

He shook his head, deciding to avert his gaze. He didn't need to be caught checking out what he undoubtedly believed was a bikini she had on underneath her towel. Swallowing, he realised that Eli was calling his name.

"Fitz?"

"Sorry. You two will like each other." His head whipped to the side as she tossed her towel onto one of the beige chaise chairs. He swallowed hard at the sight of her. Where he had thought she would be wearing a revealing bikini, she stood before him completely nude. His eyes travelled the length of her long, toned legs to her completely shaved pussy. Continuing north, he drank in the sight of her large breasts and hard nipples.

"Fitz? Is Mellie there? You're distracted aren't you?" Eli chuckled, drawing Fitz away from the gorgeous girl standing before him. He took a deep breath, willing his hard on to disappear. Not even the reminder that he was married could stop his body's reaction. Married to a gorgeous, lovely woman who was currently in Africa working with Doctors Without Borders. No, not even the thought of Mellie could cool the heat flowing through his veins.

"I'm going to let you go, Eli," he barely managed to croak as Olivia slid into the warm water, sloshing over to the seat closest to him. He bit his lip as she ran her foot up his leg, over his knee, and slowly to the bulge in his swimming trunks.

"Have fun, Fitz," Eli laughed, ending the phone call.

"Whoa," Fitz breathed, setting his phone back on the deck as her foot connected with his dick, rubbing in slow circles that sent immense feelings of pleasure straight to his gut.

"I saw the way you've been looking at me." Her breathy voice sent thrills through his body and his groin painfully tightened further.

"You're my best friend's daughter," he argued, although his voice held little to no resistance. Her cherry red lips turning upward in a smirk, she manoeuvred herself over the seat and onto his lap, leaning forward to rub her breasts against his chest.

"He doesn't have to know," she whispered in his ear, bringing her mouth to his lobe and suckling. He groaned when she used her teeth, biting on the sensitive skin. He tried not to think too much about the fact that only his trunks separated him from her warmth. She moved her mouth to his neck, her hips grinding into his.

"He doesn't, does he?" He could feel his control slipping with each twist of her hips. She reached a hand down to his, slowly tugging it away from her hip. When had that happened? He barely registered that his other hand was still on her hip, digging into the smooth skin there as she ground herself against him. She brought the hand that she had captured to her chest, placing it on the large mound of flesh there. A breathy moan escaped her full lips as he pinched her nipple, rolling the hard tip between his fingers.

"Mmmm," she cried, covering his mouth with hers. He basked in the warm feel of her tongue as she slid it into his mouth and the minty taste of her toothpaste. Her hips bucked wildly against his as continued his sweet torture of her breast. She slid her hands between their bodies and under the waistband of his swimming trunks, quickly finding his hardened cock and wrapping a hand around it. He gasped in pleasure, breathing hard as he pulled away from the kiss, when she began moving her hand on his long length.

Removing his hand from her breast, he wrapped his arms around her and slowly stood. He smirked when she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, removing her hand from his shorts and tightening her arms around his neck. Carefully, he stepped out of the Jacuzzi. At the door, she moved her arms to grasp the handle and heave it open, closing it behind them. Goosebumps marred their skin as the air conditioning hit them. He didn't seem to care that the dripped down the hall to his bedroom - the maids could yell in the morning. Kicking the slightly ajar door open, he all but ran with her to his bed where he unceremoniously tossed her onto the soft mattress.

Spreading her legs wide, Olivia smirked when Fitz struggled to rid himself of his wet trunks. She gasped loudly when he finally did - standing before her in all his glory, his hard cock curling up toward his stomach. Moving toward the bed, he kneeled on the soft carpet, pulling her toward the edge of the bed and wrapping his strong arms around her hips, allowing her to place a leg on either shoulder. He placed gentle kisses on either side of her dripping mound before diving forward - he could take his time and savour this lately. At the first touch of his tongue to her wet centre, she threw her head back and allowed a scream to tear through her throat.

He smirked against her skin, pulling the tiny bundle of nerves into his mouth and sucking hard, earning another scream from the beauty in his bed. He brought a finger to her centre, slowly pushing it into her warm, tight pussy and watching her face as it contorted with pleasure. Her hips tried to raise off the bed, but his arm held them in place as he added another finger.

"Fuck," she screamed in pleasure as she splintered around him. He lapped up every last drop - revealing in her sweet taste before pulling his fingers from her and pulling away from her body. He allowed her to scoot toward the head of the bed, following her onto the bed. Reaching over toward his nightstand, he grabbed a condom and made quick work of sliding it on.

"Fuck," they murmured together as he slowly slid into her waiting heat. He gave her a minute to adjust before rearing back and pounding into her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, giving him room to move and thrusting her hips forward to meet his thrusts.

"You feel so fucking good," she moaned, tossing her neck back as he latched onto one of her taut nipples. She brought her hands up to tangle in his hair, pulling on the strands as he bucked his hips harder. He circled his tongue around her hard tip, grinning against her skin when she moved her hands from his hair to his back, using her nails to scratch the tender flesh. He was going to have some lovely battle scars in the morning.

"Fuck," he raised his head, breathing in her ear as he brought a hand between them, playing once more with the small bundle of nerves nestled in her folds.

"I'm going to cum," she announced, tightening her legs around his waist.

"Me too."

"Merde !" He grinned at her word choice as she splintered around him, tightening involuntarily around his cock. He stilled his movements, breathing hard against her neck as he came hard.

Rolling off her, he stood from the bed and removed the condom, tossing the used rubber into the trashcan in the en suite. Returning, he shook his head at the sight of her resting against his pillows, her hair covering the grey satin pillowcases, and her eyes closed. Her breathing was deep and even - she had already fallen asleep. He took the moment to glance over her body, feeling slightly ashamed at what they had just done. How was he going to justify fucking his best friend's daughter?

Sliding into bed beside the gorgeous woman, he tried to shake the feeling of guilt settling in his stomach. He pulled the sheet over her body and his, wondering if he should have at least slid a pair of pyjama bottoms on before laying beside her - or if he should have chosen a different room for the night. Shaking his head of the thoughts, he laid on his side, turning his back to her, and closed his eyes. He would be lucky if he slept any at all.