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CHAPTER TWELVE

Olivia put down thebook and kissed Sammy gently on the forehead.

Finally.

She was dead on her feet and ready to go to bed herself, even though it was only seven thirty.

She switched off the light and made sure Sammy’s little unicorn night light was glowing, then pulled the door closed.

Olivia eyed the sofa for a long moment, and her half-drunk glass of wine and contemplated whether she’d be able to stay awake long enough to finish it. Or if she’d wake up with a crook neck at three in the morning, cold on the sofa.

It wouldn’t be the first time.

Only this time it wasn’t from working late or doing a last-minute school costume, it was from a sleepless sexy night with a rich, handsome bachelor.

A once-in-a-lifetime moment.

Olivia had begun thinking she’d have to leave Dufort Hotels eventually after what they’d done. Perhaps not straight away, but sooner rather than later. She trusted, in the meantime, she and Fletcher could find a comfortable place to work together for a little while longer.

Despite his text.

Now her mind was reeling. She decided to sit down and finish her wine.

God, how she wanted to reply and tell him she was feeling the same way. Half of her was focused on doing the right thing while the other half wanted to feel his lips on hers, his strong warm arms around her. It felt so nice to be touched again.

Touched by Fletcher.

It had been twelve long months of sexual tension building between them, so it was no wonder they both wanted more. That, and it had been absolutely incredible.

Perhaps it would just take time for them to put it behind them.

Her phone, which was on silent, lit up with a message. She frowned, knowing who it was before she even looked.

Open the door.

What?

Knock, knock.

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