Chapter Thirteen
OLIVIA
Maverick. Maverick. Yesssss.
My eyes shoot open, and I feel the embarrassment the second I hear a knock on the door.
This time I was fantasizing about him while sliding my fingers under my panties.
Ugh, God. What am I even thinking?
“Olivia!” Rachel’s voice on the other side of the door has me rushing to answer it.
“Hey,” I say as soon as I whip it open.
Without a word, she shoves Angel into my arms and drops a bag at my feet.
“She needs to be fed and then walked exactly twenty minutes later. She likes to be brushed after her walk and then she takes her morning nap. Her food and things are in her duffle. Then I need my laundry done and ironed.”
I swallow, scrambling to hold Angel without purposely dropping her. “Of course,” I tell her.
“I’d also like a sp
