“Hi, Miss Waldorf. My name is Karlo, I have been tasked to be your personal concierge.”
Olivia clenched her fist behind her back to stop herself from shivering with excitement. Karlo’s voice was an octave lower than most men. It reminded her of Chris Hemsworth. She wondered if this was the man Elizabeth was partying with. If he was then Olivia couldn’t really blame her for not wanting to stop.
“Hello Karlo. Call me Olivia. Please come in,” Olivia said, gripping the door handle before closing it behind her. She couldn’t help but stare at his well-sculpted butt, evident by the pants’ tight fit. He caught her watching and didn’t seem to mind that she was ogling his butt. She noticed the box in his hand.
“Local organic chocolates for you. All-natural, no preservatives. I hope you like them,
