CHAPTER 98

  Christopher's POV

  I pulled up to Olivia's apartment building, letting the engine idle with a soft purr. My eyes roamed over her profile, drinking in the sight of her like a man dying of thirst. She was intoxicating, a heady mix of beauty and wit that left me dizzy. The streetlights cast a soft glow on her skin, highlighting the curve of her cheek and the fullness of her lips.

  "Well, here we are," I said, aiming for nonchalance.

  Olivia glanced at the building, then back at me. Was that reluctance I saw in her eyes? The thought sent a thrill through me.

  "Thanks for the ride," she said, her hand hovering over the door handle.

  I leaned in closer, unable to resist. "You know, if you find some free time later..."

  Her eyebrow arched. "Oh?"

  I grinned. "Give me a call. I'm sure we could find some way to... entertain ourselves."

  Olivia's cheeks flushed, and I had to fight the urge to pull her into my lap right then and there.