Page 94 of Money Reigns
“That outfit looks incredible on your shape,” he murmurs. “Tailored like it was sewn for you.”
My breath catches.
He shifts, rising fluidly from his chair. One hand gestures, fingertips grazing the edge of the desk.
“Up.”
I swallow.
And sit.
The desk is cool beneath me. He’s warm. Close. Towering without crowding.
His fingers slide into my hair, gentle but firm, and I feel my shoulders drop. The tension releases, just a little.
He leans in, lips ghosting down my jawline. Lower. Beneath my ear. My breath hitches as he presses slow, open-mouthed kisses to the side of my neck.
Then lower.
His fingers find the first button of my blouse.
Pop.
Then the next.
Pop.
His mouth moves lower, over the newly exposed skin of my collarbone, trailing fire in every press.
I’m trembling, hands curled into fists on my lap, brain barely functioning.
Then he whispers against my skin—
“I can’t wait to unwrap you, Olivia.”
A quiet, wrecked sound escapes me.
My spine tingles.
He pulls back just enough to meet my eyes.
“Dinner. A date,” he says. “This Friday. Say yes.”
I don’t hesitate this time.
“Yes.”
***
Tuesday
I’m learning the rhythm of War’s world.
How I fit in it.
My coffee order appears before I ask.
By noon, I’m pinned against a wall between back-to-back calls.
