Olivia Westview
I moved through the lobby like a ghost, keeping my head down, and avoiding eye contact with anyone.
The sound of laughter and music filtered through the air as a tight knot of anticipation twisted in my stomach. My heels clicked softly on the marble floor, each step closer to the elevator only amplifying the tension between James and me.
The thought of everyone still in there, unaware of what was about to happen, made my pulse race. I knew this was reckless—hell, it was downright dangerous. But the allure of his touch, of his voice in my ear telling me exactly what he wanted, was too strong to ignore.
I spotted him near the entrance, leaning casually against the wall, a half-smile playing on his lips. His eyes met mine instantly, and something shifted in the air betwee
