Olivia Westview
James's gaze lingered on me.
His eyes darkened with amusement and something else that made the air tense. He leaned back in his chair, the movement causing his shirt to part just a bit more, revealing a hint of those sculpted abs beneath. My pulse quickened, and I fought the urge to fan myself. This was dangerous—being alone with him like this, in such close quarters, with the heat between us rising.
"You're awfully quiet, Liv," he murmured, his voice low and teasing as he swirled the amber liquid in his glass. "Cat got your tongue?"
I swallowed, trying to find my voice, but it felt like the words were stuck in my throat. The way he called me by my nickname again sent a shiver down my spine. It was so personal, so intimate, and it only made the tension worse. He was to
