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.

was expecting a public place,” I said, adjusting my dress as

afraid of me, Olivia? Afraid I might do something

that,” I said, though my hand instinctively patted my purse. “But just so you know, I’ve got pepper spray in here, and I won’t hesitate to use it if

you agree to it. I’m

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I reminded him, my voice firmer than

back on the road. “Dinner

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focus on the passing lights outside, but kept feeling his eyes on me. When I

Again.

And again.

the fifth time, I couldn’t take it anymore. “Do my

lips twitched.

attention back to them. “What is it with men and tits anyway?

that what

the population has them. They’re literally everywhere. Billboards, movies, Instagram.” I waved my hand dismissively. “Yet men act like

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

what are

L

pulled into an underground garage beneath a

as he parked in a spot marked

glass and

small of my back, the

doors closed with a soft hiss, trap- ping us in the confined space together. His cologne filled my nostrils-something expensive and masculine, a blend of spices and wood that felt as intoxicating as it was

upward, my stomach dropping as we ascended. I pressed myself against the opposite wall,

question,” I

hit the elevator

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