A smile tugged at her lips, soft and teasing, making Dylan wonder for a second if she was under the influence of alcohol or something. But no, her breath was fresh as mint. She was completely sober. Just bold.
With one arm casually shielding her breasts, she tilted her head, that same playful glint in her eyes.
"Not too soon, I'm afraid. This might be your office, but you didn't call me here… which means I can choose to ignore your orders. You leave room for negotiation, don't you?"
Dylan's jaw flexed slightly. "When you stripped me out of my pants, what were you aiming at?"
She leaned back slightly.
"Oh, I wanted to swim," she said with faint innocence. "Needed to relax my mind."
Dylan stepped closer, his voice lowering just a little.
"That's interesting. Now, tell me the real reason you came to my office, Miss Olivia."
