Jackson rapped his knuckles against the door. His heart pounded as he waited, half hoping Olivia wouldn't answer.
The door swung open, revealing Olivia in a low-cut blouse that hugged her curves and form-fitting jeans that left little to the imagination. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing her face in a way that made Jackson's mouth dry.
"Hey there, handsome," she purred, her eyes roving over him appreciatively. "Come on in."
He stepped inside, trying not to stare too obviously at Olivia's hips swaying as she led him into her apartment. The place was cozy, with mismatched furniture that somehow worked together. A few potted plants dotted the windowsills, and the walls were adorned with eclectic art prints.
"Nice place," he managed, his voice strained even to his ears.
"Thank
