"Show me the body," I said to Liam as we stepped out onto the quiet beach, steady rain pelting down on us.
"She's in a bad way, but she's not dead. EMTs are—" Liam countered, testing my patience as he matched my quick strides.
"She's dead. There's no saving her. Now show me the f*****g body so I can do your job and find out who our mystery guest is," I said, curtly cutting him off.
There I was, having quite literally just run out on Olivia to deal with a corpse and what was I thinking about? Her. What the f**k happened to me in that suite? I was a primitive asshole who couldn't keep his d**k in check.
No. Shockingly my d**k wasn't the problem. It wasn't me touching Olivia's cunt that bothered me. I was a pragmatist. That part I got. She was f*****g stunning. Desirable. Sexy as sin.
