**Olivia POV

“You know me, I don’t do anything halfway,” he purred, tickling me again with the rose. I plucked the flower from his hands so he couldn’t keep torturing me with it.

“But, for right now, go and mingle. I have my own rounds to make first,” I said, a slight grin on my face. I brought the rose to my face and breathed in its delicious aroma. I curled my toes in my expensive Jimmy Choo’s and bit my lower lip.

“Very well. Remember you ...