Olivia's POV
I watched the city blur past through the passenger window, still feeling the delicious ache between my legs from last night. Every bump in the road sent little shivers through my body, bringing back flashes of heated memories - hands gripping sheets, breathless moans, skin against skin. I shifted in my seat, trying and failing to hide the slight smile playing at the corners of my mouth.
"So." His hands flexed on the steering wheel. "About my offer."
I shifted in my seat, pretending to be interested in adjusting the air vent. "Which offer would that be?"
"Don't play coy. The property. Moving in." He glanced at me with his familiar smirk. "I need an answer soon."
"Mmm." I stretched, letting my shirt ride up just enough to catch his attention. "Do you always rush all your sugar babies into moving in?"
His jaw tightened. "You're not like the others."