Olivia Westview
You look extraordinary today, Liv.
I was blushing like an i***t.
My face was burning, and I could feel the heat creeping up my neck, spreading like wildfire. Of course, he noticed my outfit—the one he gave me, the one I agonized over this morning—and he made sure to mention it as the last thing before I left his office.
What was worse? He called me 'Liv.' Heat surged through me at the sound of my nickname on his lips, making everything feel more intimate, more intense. This man really knew what he was doing to me—the way his eyes lingered on me, the way he effortlessly slipped in that compliment at the end—it was almost as if he took pleasure in watching me squirm under his gaze. My heart was racing, and my thoughts were a jumble of emotions I couldn’t quite untangle.
