Olivia

"Of course. Just dinner." He stepped closer, the heat of his body making my nipples tighten traitorously. "But if you did agree, this wouldn't be our home. The Carter estate is about five to ten times larger than this place."

"Jesus Christ," I muttered, unable to imagine a much bigger home than this penthouse. "Do you have your own zip code too?"

"Not quite, but we do have our own lake."

The chef cleared his throat discreetly from the kitchen ...