e, perfecting the art of control-over his business, his emotions, and his
d with a
, tingling awareness down his spine. He had felt this before-an instinct honed by years of navig
scanning the room. The bar was dimly lit, the atmosphere buzzing with quiet c
illed glass of red wine rested between her fingers, and the deep green dress she wore clung to her body like liquid si
to him, some for his wealth, others for the challenge
de-eyed admiration, no nervous anticipation, no calculated
already figu
aiting for him
uing. Then, with effortless grace, she lifted her glass
A strange, unsettling he
n i
ontrol, yet in that single mom
g about him screamed composure, power, dominance. He had spent years in boardrooms, negotiating
he tho
ed. Didn't shift in her seat or
ished bar counter. He was close enough to catch the faint scent of some
d smoothly, tilting his glass t
studying him with quiet amusement. "Maybe a bit of
edge he couldn't quite place. It se
"Dangerous game to pl
r head. "Are
e kicked
she wasn't just talking about this moment, but ab
e curve of her collarbone, the way her fingers traced the rim of he
n complet
"You have me at a disadvantage," he admitted.
scaped her lips,
at's the
t inside, something in his inst
asn't
asn't
tell me your na
tly, her voice bare
ivi
e honey-sweet, but with something
*Olivia.* It suited her. Myst
nted
om around here
sip of her wine.
Fair enough. But I think I would'
nowing smile pla
"Or maybe you just we
heavier than th
ntirely solid. Like she had pulled something from his past an
hell w
ut before he could speak, a so
saw, it didn't change her expression. Coo
s grace, she set the phone fa
tened slightl
me. Those emerald-green eyes locked onto his, and for a sp
et again,
eath c
ew his
e body we
told her
nswers for. Had they met before? Was she someone from his
wers, Olivia had already d
ed, scanni
was
sat there, his fingers ti
ng was
ut her felt..
iams had the unsettling feeling that he had ju
Olivia held a
ust become h