Olivia's POV
When Kennedy pulled us out from under the bed - first Kira, then me - I knew we were absolutely doomed.
I immediately started searching my mind for an excuse, any excuse, that could possibly explain why we'd been hiding under Maxwell's bed while a naked woman tried to seduce him.
Kennedy was still holding my arm, studying me from head to toe with those sharp, analytical eyes that had always been able to see through everyone's bullshit.
"You must be the famous Oliver," he said slowly. "My supposed cousin."
I immediately ducked my head, trying to hide my face behind the wig. He can't see me properly. Please don't let him recognize me.
"What were you doing in my bedroom?" Maxwell's voice was cold, controlled, nothing like the rage-filled roar from moments ago.
I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. My brain had completely short-circuited.
Thankfully, Kira stepped in.
