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Olivia - A Karen Reborn
(Kelly Addams)

Oh my God! She gasped as the primary butcher emerged from the cold storage room behind the display area.

Never before had she ever been so totally shocked, and in a way, humbled by any man before. And he's not even a mature man she thought as she studied his face. The man was black, the kind of black that had always scared her. He was the type of imposing black guy that stepped out of the shadows of a dark alley and called white people honky at knife point, at least that was her first impression, it was what she imagined happened in the world outside her own.

"You have a complaint Madam?" he asked as he stepped from behind the counter and stood at her side.

Olivia looked up and into his dark brown eyes. He scared her, and that little tingle of fear settled in between her legs and turned her nipples to iron.

Not really a complaint," she said, then gasped inside, of course it was a complaint? that's what she did. "More of an observation? you see I spent time in Spain, and I know how Serrano ham is prepared there, and I was merely pointing out that there shouldn't be so much fat."

Why the hell am I explaining myself? She questioned in a state of total shock. Feeling confused and very unsure of herself Olivia turned her gaze away from the black Adonis that stood before her and focussed on the delicatessen section. Oh my fucking God she exclaimed silently as her focus settled on a huge length of blood sausage, black skinned, thick and very, very long, she almost winced as she made the mental connection.

"Yes, this is something that I understand," he replied, "But we have many customers here that enjoy that extra layer of cured fat. But I apologise for my assistant, she should have asked what you preferred rather than simply presuming."

Olivia felt her heart fluttering and for a second feared that she was on the verge of cardiac arrest. But it isn't anything medical she told herself firmly. This is coming from libido? damn it, I'm horny, this magnificent specimen of masculinity has thrown me completely off balance. Fuck, who would ever have imagined that a black guy could make me feel like this?

"Don't apologise," she said with a smile, "It was an honest mistake, and I should have been more attentive, in the end it's probably more my mistake than hers."

Fuck! She exclaimed inside, Is this really me? She was a lawyer who could make a witness believe that black was actually white, then make them apologise for wasting the court's time. But now she'd lost all interest in chastising the butchery manager? chastise him, damn it, all I want to do is fuck him, even though he does look really young.

But how young?

He must look younger than he is, no one becomes manager that early.

"But still, one of my staff upset you, and that is my responsibility." he replied.

Olivia smiled. "What is your name?"

The black butcher eyed her cautiously, he'd met her type before, privileged upper middle class women with delusions of grandeur, usually demanding a name so that they could take their issues up to a higher level of management.

"Russell." he replied quietly.

"Well Russell, why don't you take me to your office? then we can discuss your responsibilities in private?"

And now I find out if this young man knows how to read between the lines she told herself as the coal black butcher nodded, then led her though to the small room where staff took their scheduled breaks.