Christopher's POV
I sent the message to Olivia and tossed my phone on the couch. "Sweet dreams, baby."
I stretched out, my mind drifting back to our unexpected encounter. The way her eyes had widened when she first saw the penthouse. The curve of her hips in that little burgundy dress she'd picked out. The soft gasp she'd made when I—
A notification chime snapped me out of my reverie. I snatched up the phone, pulse quickening. Was it her?
Nope. Just a stupid email about tomorrow's board meeting.
What was I doing? I'm Christopher f*****g Wallace. I don't pine after women like some lovesick teenager.
Something about Olivia captivated me. Her blend of innocence and sensuality, and how she'd gazed at me like I was the most intriguing man alive.
I blinked, snapping out of
