OLIVIA
I watched as a woman—curvy, busty, and barely contained by the tight blouse she wore—stepped out of Dante’s office. Her chest bounced with every step, and for a moment, I thought the fabric might give up on her.
My lips twisted in a scornful scoff, arms crossed over my chest.
So much for all that talk about not staying away from me and wanting me. Nonsense. And that woman? She clearly wasn’t a model in his office. Lying ass.
The secretary glanced up. “He’s ready for you now.”
I nodded and moved forward, knocking twice at his door before pushing it open.
I stepped inside, my eyes landing on Dante sitting smugly behind his desk, and his gaze fixed on me like he’d been waiting.
I stopped in front of his desk, smoothed my skirt, and sat down without waiting for him to offer a cha
