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After showing her around, he left Olivia to unpack while he poured them a drink. Then he put on some music. He’d had to dig deep to find something from the eighties, but when Olivia came down the stairs,Call Me,by Blondie, was playing in the background.

She accepted the glass of wine and his kiss.

Every cell in his body wanted to take her straight to bed, but he also liked the idea of taking a moment to just be together, be able to touch her, hold her, kiss her without having to hide it.

“Are you going to comment?” he asked, smirking.

“No. I’m going to respect your choice of music,” she said, stone-faced. “Then change it the moment you step out of the room.”

He barked out a laugh, then pressed the remote, changing to a more up-to-date playlist.

“So, what’s a normal Friday night at Fletcher Dufort’s home look like?”

He tugged her down onto the sofa with him.

“Incredibly unexciting. If I’m not heading to an event, or for a drink with friends or one of my brothers, I’d probably arrive home to a meal which has been prepared for me,” he said, admitting to having a chef. There was no point in hiding his wealth. Olivia knew who he was. “Which I’d enjoy with a glass of something.”

She reached for his shirt and undid a button, her eyes holding his. “Continue.”

“Then I’d open my laptop and turn on the TV. I’d pretend to watch it while working until I can no longer focus.”

She shook her head. “You work on a Friday night?”

He shrugged. He worked every day. Being a major shareholder in a multi-billion-dollar global organization wasn’t a nine-to-five job.

“Not this Friday.” He lifted her fingers to his lips and kissed them slowly. “Tonight, you have my undivided attention.”

She smiled warmly and his heart did some weird skipping thing.

“I have a few things planned for us this weekend. Some surprises,” Fletcher announced, and her eyes widened.

“Such as?”

“Surprises. Which means you’ll just have to wait and see.” He held her eyes as he ran his fingers down her arm and watched the hairs on her arms lift while she shivered.

His eyes rose to hers, and the now-familiar flame began to flicker. Perhaps he wouldn’t be able to wait.

“Your touch. It’s...”

He waited for her answer.

“Addictive.”

At the same time as he reached for her, Olivia climbed onto his lap. Their mouths connected and flames began to rage as her warm, wet lips moved in time with his.

God, she felt incredible. He had no idea how he was going to make it through dinner before fucking her.

He didn’t want her to feel that was all he wanted from her, because while this may only be something they had for a short time, he needed her to know she was special.

Why?

Because she was Olivia.

That’s all he’d been able to work out.

“Let’s eat.” He released her mouth.

“What do you have?” she said, licking her lips and giving him the sexiest look.

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