14 NOAH“Well, that went well,” I say as I maneuver my sleek black Tesla out of the parking garage. I give the gas pedal a modest tap and we fly off down the street.
Olivia shoots me a questioning glare, and I know she’s wondering what I’m referring to—the business meeting with the new client that we’ll probably land, or my favorite part, talking with her in the hallway.
When we arrive, the penthouse is dark and quiet and my hormones are still raging. Olivia sets her purse and cell phone down on the entry table, then turns, putting her back toward me.
“Will you unzip me?”
I drag her zipper down her back, letting my fingers graze her skin, appreciating the twin dimples in the small of her back.
Torture. This is pure torture.
Taking a chance, I lean forward and place a soft kiss against
