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“It means I’ll take the time to understand every nuance of your body, Olivia. I’ll make you come often. Intensely.”
She coughs on a swallow, shoving the cup back at me. “You didn’t just say that.”
I place both cups on her desk. Reaching for her, I rub a hand over the center of her back as she coughs again. “I did and I meant every word.”
She glances at my face, her breathing labored. “You’re so sure that I’ll sleep with you.”
I slide my hand up her back, to her neck. I run my finger along the soft skin. “You will.”
“You’re cocky.” She lifts a brow.
“Confident,” I fire back with a lift of my own. “I’m confident that you want me just as badly as I want you.”
Her lips part but she doesn’t reply. Instead, she picks up her coffee cup and takes another drink.
She’s flushed. Her nipples have furled into tight points beneath her dress. Her crossed legs are shifting restlessly.
“What are you doing tonight?” I rub my hands together. “We need to get to know each other better.”
That draws the corners of her lips up. “I have plans.”
“Don’t tell me that they’re with a man.”
Her shoulders relax as she lowers the cup to her lap. “I’m meeting Kate for a drink.”
“After that, you’ll meet me for a drink,” I tell her.
She tilts her head and pauses. “One drink.”
“One drink,” I repeat back. “You name the place and the time.”
Chapter 24
Olivia
When Alexander walks in, I’m watching from a table in the corner.
It’s been hours since he left my office. I tried to refocus on work, but it was impossible.
Every time I’m in the same room with him, my resolve melts a little.
He may be arrogant, but he’s charming.
From where I’m sitting it looks like he’s charming a smile out of the red-haired woman who complained incessantly that her order wasn’t made to her exact liking.
He holds the door open for her as she exits, calling after her that he hopes she has a great night.
I smile inwardly, waiting for the moment when his eyes lock on mine.
He rakes a hand through his hair as he scans the interior of this quaint tea shop.
The jeans he had on earlier are now paired with a black sweater instead of the blue dress shirt he wore to my office.
He looks casual and elegant.
When he finally spots me, I wave my hand in the air to signal him over. He points to the counter as if to ask if I want anything.
I hold up the cup of tea that I ordered when I arrived twenty minutes ago.
