Chapter 12

His eyes locked on mine as I approached, then dropped to take in my dress. His jaw tightened.

“Olivia.” My name sounded like sin on his lips. “You look… delicious.”

Heat flooded my cheeks. “Thank you. You clean up pretty well yourself.”

“I thought about sending a car,” he said, opening the passenger door. “But I wanted to see your face when you came outside.”

“And what does my face tell you?” I asked, sliding into the leather seat.

He leaned in, his cologne making my head swim. “That you’re wondering if this is a mistake.”

The door closed before I could respond. I watched him walk around the front of the car, his confident stride making my pussy clench involuntarily.

He slid behind the wheel and turned to me. “It’s not, by the way.”

“What’s not?”

“A mistake.” His eyes dropped to my breasts. “That dress certainly isn’t.”

I crossed my legs, aware of how the fabric rode up my thighs. “Where are we going?”

“Somewhere private.” He started the car. “I thought about a restaurant, but I don’t want to share you with a room full of people tonight.”

The way he said “share you” sent a shiver down my spine.

“I have a reservation at my penthouse,” he continued, pulling into traffic. “My chef is preparing dinner.”

“Your personal chef?” I couldn’t keep the surprise from my voice.

“Is that a problem?” His eyes flicked to me briefly.

dress as it rode up my thighs. “You know,

smile. “Are you afraid of me,

so you know, I’ve

it. I’m many things, but not

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dinner,” I reminded him, my voice firmer than I

back on the road.

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focus on the passing lights outside, but kept feeling

Again.

And again.

it anymore. “Do my tits have something written on them I’m not

lips twitched. “Excuse

only seemed to draw his attention back to them. “What is it

that what

waved my hand

on the steering wheel. “Your breasts aren’t just

what are

L

pulled into an underground garage beneath a towering high-rise, smoothly

an answer,” I muttered as he parked in a

building was imposing, all glass and steel

on the small of my back, the heat of his palm burning through the thin fabric

us in the confined space together. His cologne filled my nostrils-something expensive and masculine, a blend

against the opposite wall, but there was no escaping his presence or that damn

my question,” I said, breaking the

closer, towering over me. My back hit the elevator

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