Olivia left Simon’s office with a rush of emotions flooding her mind. Her chest was tight, and her skin felt too hot, as if the space between her and the world had shrunk to a suffocating point. She couldn’t think straight, the weight of what had just happened clouding her judgment. Her heart was still racing from the heat of the moment, but it wasn’t desire she felt now—it was something much darker.
She needed to get out. She needed to escape.
As soon as she stepped into the elevator, Olivia pulled her phone from her bag. The screen lit up with messages she didn’t care to look at. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, and without much thought, she typed out a quick message to Bailey: “Meet me at The Brasserie for brunch. Need to get out. Bring something.”
The response came quickly: “O
