In all honesty, Kafka had been playing this little scene for one reason only, to get under Olivia's skin.
If praising her directly, chasing after her, and showering her with over-the-top compliments hadn't worked, then he was going to flip the board and make her come to him.
The plan was simple: give every other woman in the room the kind of attention Olivia was used to getting from him, and make her watch from the sidelines until she cracked.
He'd have her fuming, stewing, unable to stand it, and eventually she'd come storming over just to yank him away from the others.
And it had been working, sort of. He could feel her eyes on him like cold daggers from across the boutique. She was seething. It was only a matter of time before she exploded.
Part of that plan was to include June, to give her the same treatment he'd been giving the employees, lift her chin, give her that signature look, and make Olivia watch it happen.
