Olivia
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 p***y clench involuntarily.
He slid behind the wheel and turned to me. "It's not, by the way."
"What's not?"
"A mistake." His eyes dr
