Chapter Six
MAVERICK
Olivia’s knocking on my door before the sun rises, which only annoys the s**t out of me because it’s literally six on the dot. I understand being on a schedule and all, but she’s absolutely relentless. I open the door wearing nothing but my boxer briefs, and she glances down at my morning wood, then back up at me.
“For crying out loud,” she says. “It’s time to go, and you’re not even dressed.”
I close the door in her face and hear her groans on the other side. I can just imagine her standing there, fuse lit, ready to explode as I throw on some jeans and a T-shirt. Considering we have all day to drive to Dallas and we’re thirteen hours away means we don’t have to really rush around just as long as we’re there by tonight.
By the way she’s acting, I can tell she’s al
