OLIVIA
The familiar scent of leather and musk hit my nose as I walked into the office. And I was briefly reminded of the intoxicating moments I'd shared with the imposing man behind the desk, in this office.
His eyes were fixed on the screen of the desktop before him, his brows furrowed together. And after a full minute, he looked up at me, his eyes boring uncomfortable holes into me as he loosened his tie.
That simple action sent my heart racing, heat rushing to my face.
Why was he loosening his tie? Why did he have to do it now that I was here? Were we about to have s*x again?
A hundred more questions raced through my mind as I stared at him, most of which I had no answers to.
I managed to get a grip amidst it all, shaking myself back to logic. I deserved an apology from him, for
