“You know what fascinates me about you, Dr. Aster?”
“My impressive medical credentials?” I’m going for easy, breezy sarcasm, but my voice betrays me with a slight tremor.
He chuckles and shakes his head. “No. It’s how perfectly put together you are.” Another step closer. “Everything in its place. Not a hair out of line.”
My back hits the wall. I didn’t realize I’d retreated so far. He doesn’t stop advancing.
“It makes a man wonder…” He places one hand beside my head, leaning in until I can smell his cologne. “… what it would take to make you come undone.”
My breath catches. “Mr. Safonov—”
“Stefan.” His other hand reaches up to touch a loose strand of my hair. He gives it a sharp tug that makes me gasp before tucking it behind my ear. “I want to hear you say my name, Olivia.”
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