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She nodded, dropping her eyes.

“Tonight?” He growled.

Another nod.

Fletcher cursed. “What’s he doing here?”

“He’s a reporter. So’s his wife.”

“Name?” When she hesitated, he growled. “Olivia, his name.”

She let out a long sigh and glanced toward the windows. Clearly, she was terrified of this man. Then he recalled her reaction to the photographer earlier.

“Was he the man who photographed us?” Not that he’d be able to point the guy out in a lineup, but it would explain her reaction.

He waited patiently. She would either trust him or she wouldn’t.

“Yes, but there’s nothing you can do, Fletcher,” Olivia replied. “I just need you to understand why we can’t do this. That, and it’s a breach of my employment contract.”

God damn policy.

He ran his thumb over her bottom lip. “I’m taking you home. We can talk there. That kiss? I’m not walking away from that, and neither should you.”

“Fletcher, I’ve just explained. He’s out there. If he sees me leave with you, he’ll...”

He halted her words with a look.

“We’ll leave as a group. Dakota is my date, so no one will suspect anything. I’ll drop her off, and then we can talk.”

This asshole wasn’t dictating to him. Fletcher was taking charge, and once he understood what was going on, he would help Olivia.

She stared at him for a long moment, then nodded. “Okay.”

He pulled her up against him once more. “Kiss me again.”

Their lips met, and his cock jumped to attention, wanting in on the action. He slid his hand down her side, over the red fabric, feeling the arch of her breasts.

She moaned against his lips, and he smiled.

“I plan to hear you whimper my name tonight, Olivia,” he declared, running his finger over her forehead to push away some red tendrils. “Are your panties wet right now?”

They’d crossed the line tonight, and he wanted her to know he had no intention of backing down.

He wanted Olivia Miller.

And he was going to have her.

She cursed, her cheeks blushing.

“Shall I take a look?” he asked, his hand snaking over her hips and tugging up her dress.

“Yes, they’re wet,” Olivia said quickly, and he closed his eyes, letting out a groan.

“Let’s get out of here.”

The sooner they did, the sooner her orgasms were his. And the sooner his cock would be deep inside her.

Whoever this man was, he wasn’t going to get in the way of a Dufort getting what he wanted.

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