Chapter 72:
Olivia's Point of View
I stood before the heavy wooden office door and took a deep breath that made my chest rise sharply.
I raised my hand mechanically, running my fingers through my hair strands, ensuring they were tucked behind my ear,
then with a swift and calculated movement, I reached for my collar and undid the top button of my shirt.
My hand slid toward my bra, pulling out a small perfume vial; I sprayed droplets on the sides of my neck and throat,
closing my eyes for seconds as I inhaled the fragrant scent before returning the vial to its place.
I knocked on the door twice lightly, and his deep voice came from inside that voice that runs through my body like an electric current and makes my knees tremble:
"Come in."
I pushed the door open and entered, but my steps froze immediately on the carpet.
He was sitting in his leather chair, completely bare-chested.
My eyes fixed on the definition of his prominent muscles and his skin,
