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A faint blush creeps onto her cheeks, and a muscle twitches in her jaw.

She’s so fucking sensitive.Unable to help myself, I lean in, my pulse galloping. I wonder what else I can do to make her blush harder. “Olive…I like it. My name on your lips. Say it again.”

I waggle my brows.

Her nostrils flare and I swallow a chuckle.

But instead of blowing up, Olivia presses a hand to her chest and takes a deep breath. Then she rearranges her features into a mask of serenity.

“I hate to do this, but…” she slides out her phone from her pocket, “I think it’s time to give big brother a call. After all, Maxwell has sent me a few messages and I’ve been busy all morning, so I haven’t replied yet. We don’t want him worried, do we?”

I freeze. She’s pulling the Maxwell card on me again. “You threatening me again?”

She blinks her large, innocent eyes.

Nope. Not falling for that, you little devious, too smart for your own good doctor. Fuck, why does she get my blood pumping?

“What? When did I say that? I’m just giving myemployeran update like any consummate professional would do.”

The vixen taps on her cell, and the next thing I know, ringing sounds erupt from the speakers.

I reach for the phone, but she spins away, a sly grin on her face. Cold sweat beads my upper lip as panic surges inside me.I can’t let her call Maxwell; I need to stay on this cruise.

“Fine. Name the time and place. I’ll be there.”

Olivia’s eyes widen, like she isn’t expecting me to agree. But when she opens her mouth, a voice travels from the speakers.

“Domino’s Pizza, would you like to hear our meat lover’s special today?”

An American accent. She called back home just to mess with me.

The flush deepens on her face, and she ends the call.

“You played me,” I murmur, a tickle crawling up my chest. The panic earlier slowly shifts into something infinitely more enticing. “Pizza delivery. Fucking pizza.”

“What can I say? I’m famished after talking to assholes and I love the meat lover’s pizza.”

Then, a thought occurs to me and I step up to her, watching the color leave her face, her smugness completely gone.

Bending down, I whisper, “Meat lover’s special, huh? You like your meat? Long, thick, and juicy?”

Olivia hiccups, her sassy mouth clearly rendered speechless.

My gaze drops to her lips as they part. Her tongue dips out. This brazen, luscious mouth. I want to smother it with my hand or taste it.

A pulse flickers in her neck and a telltale throb pulses in my cock. Of all the women in the world, my cock now only reacts to the one woman I should stay away from.

She clears her throat and straightens—her David to my Goliath. I bite back a smile.

“I’m picky about my meat, Mr. Anderson. If it’s overdone, I’ll shred it with my teeth, then spit it out.”

I recoil, imagining her chewing off my dick with a sick smile on her face.

She doles out a satisfied smirk. “Tomorrow. Two p.m. My office. See you there, Mr. Anderson. Show up or it won’t be Domino’s Pizza I’m calling.”

Damn it, I forgot DavidbeatGoliath.

Chapter Eighteen