Olivia

His eyes locked on mine as I approached, then dropped to take in my dress. His jaw tightened.

"Olivia." My name sounded like sin on his lips. "You look... delicious."

Heat flooded my cheeks. "Thank you. You clean up pretty well yourself."

"I thought about sending a car," he said, opening the passenger door. "But I wanted to see your face when you came outside."

"And what does my face tell you?" I asked, sliding into the leather ...