Olivia's POV
"Oh, darling," Christopher called back, "you have no idea what you do to my dreams."
I laughed at his retreating form, shaking my head as I watched his bare ass disappear into the hallway. The man had an ego the size of Texas, but damn if he didn't have the charm to back it up.
I sat on the bed and felt the cool morning air on my skin, sending a shiver down my spine. The sheets pooled around my waist as I hugged my knees to my chest, suddenly very aware of my nakedness. I glanced around the room, spotting Christopher's cologne-scented pillow. I grabbed it and buried my face in it, inhaling deeply.
His scent was intoxicating—woodsy and masculine, hinting at something darker. It brought back memories of last night, and I felt a rush of heat between my legs just thinking about it.