Olivia
I shut down my computer, stretching my arms above my head. The contract had been burning a hole in my bag all afternoon, making it impossible to focus on anything productive.
My phone buzzed just as I was gathering my things. I grabbed it, heart jumping. Was it Ryan? Some pathetic attempt at reconciliation after I'd caught him balls-deep in my friend?
Or maybe Emilia was checking in. She'd been texting hourly updates since the party disaster, making sure I hadn't drowned myself in wine or jumped off my balcony.
Unknown Number: Be ready at 8 p.m. Wear something nice, something sexy. I'll pick you up for dinner.
I stared at the screen, mouth dropping open. Alexander f*****g Carter. It had to be.
My fingers hovered over the keyboard. How the hell did he get my personal number? Th
