Chapter 8
OLIVIA
Working in Leonardo’s office was both a blessing and a curse. A blessing because it was a step up from the life I was trying to leave behind, and a curse because he was always there. Watching. Talking. Testing me with every word that fell from his perfectly sculpted lips.
“You type like you’re afraid the keyboard might explode,” he said, his voice breaking the silence yet again.
I looked up from my screen, my fingers pausing mid-stroke. “Excuse me?”
“Your fingers barely graze the keys,” he continued, leaning back in his chair with an infuriating smirk. “Are you afraid of breaking something?”
“Some of us prefer precision over aggression,” I shot back, my tone as cool as I could manage.
He chuckled, the sound low and rumbling. “Precision has its merits. But sometimes,
