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It’s like my hands are tied to the bedposts. God, how I’d love that fantasy to play out. I want to be a good girl for him so badly.
“My favorite feature, though, is on the inside.” He leans up against the doorframe.
“Oh?”
Dylan tips his head forward. “Go on.”
I obey without thought, my muscles trembling. I’m afraid my legs might give out.
Dylan closes the door behind me, and for a split second, I’m afraid he might lock me in here, keep me as his little plaything.
Don’t be ridiculous, Olivia. For one, people know you’re here. For another, who would want to do that with you?
Dylan Hill might be the answer to that question.
“Do you see that little knob at the center of the door?”
My eyes flick to a metal knob about eye level with me in the door. It’s attached to an inlaid square cutout.
His voice commands me. “Open it.”
The knob is cool metal, but the sensation is almost burning.
Shit.
I push up on the knob and find myself looking through a window right at Dylan. I gasp. “What the…”
“People who like exhibitionism love this room. They can invite people to watch, heightening their pleasure by knowing others are enjoying the show.”
“That’s…great?” My breath fogs up the tiny window.
Dylan purses his lips, maybe he is trying to abstain from chuckling.
We stare at each other for far too long.
I can only imagine him popping by to watch me. Except I wouldn’t want him to see me with another man. I’d only want it to be him pleasing me.
But touching myself…enjoying myself. Yeah…I think I’d like that.
“Well, that’s nice.” I slam the shudder shut and reach for the door handle, but the door flies open before I can. I jerk back in surprise, falling back against the wall.
Dylan corners me placing his hands on either side of my head. He’s so tall, he looms over me. But his body isn’t pressing against mine as I’d like. His distance is taunting me.
It takes all my concentration to draw my eyes up to his and, when I do, I don’t think I could ever look away.
Dylan licks his lower lip. “Do you recognize me, Swan?”
I don’t know whether to sigh in relief or shrink in fear at the confirmation that he remembers me. “I do.”
His eyes flick across my face. “Good.”
My chest heaves with breath.
Kiss me, please kiss me.
His smell is intoxicating. Rich oak and tobacco. Like a man.
Dear god, I don’t feel like I’ve ever been with a man.
Guess I shouldn’t start. Not with Dylan. My ex-boyfriend’s dad, my boss, all that.
Dylan drops his hands and straightens back up. He runs one hand through his hair-oh, how I wish that were my hand-before heading out of the room, not bothering to check if I’m following.
“Go ahead and get acquainted with the place. I’ve got to get back to work.” He stops and looks back at me once more, staggering intensity in his eyes. “Looking forward to working with you, Olivia.”
I remain glued to the wall long after Dylan abandons me in The Underground.
DYLAN POV
Having to work every day in the presence of Olivia Lombardi has been difficult. To say the least.
It doesn’t matter where she is in the building. I can feel her presence. Of course, we’ve been in meetings together and crossed paths throughout the day.
However, it doesn’t matter. My body has some sort of radar for her. I can feel when she gets closer and when she goes away.
It’s impossible to get any work done knowing she’s near.
Thank god, today is Friday. I don’t have to work on the weekends, even if I often choose to.
However, Olivia’s presence at the club might be as good a reason as any to take the weekend off.
Or…go in and see how she’s doing with the place.
That’s a problem for future Dylan to deal with. This evening, though, is special.
Jack and Abigail are coming over for our monthly “family” dinner. Although I’m not sure “family” encapsulates the fucked-up dynamic between a father and his two love children from different mothers.
No matter, though. I need the reminder that Olivia is completely off-limits. She could be one of my children.
I took a peek at her file when Farley was out of his office. Twenty-nine years old. Same age as Nate. That was humbling to learn.
But just as much as it was humbling, it was also stirring.
I know I look mature, but I look good for my age. I don’t think I’ve read any of her body language wrong.
She’s just as stirred by me as I am by her.
That just adds to my growing attraction to her.
Anyway, I can only hope dinner with my kids tonight gets my mind far, far, far away from Olivia.
Because Abigail told me she was able to convince Nate to come over.
I’ve tried to call him a couple of times this week to no avail. So, to be afforded a meeting with him in person is the biggest win I could get.
“Dad?” Jack’s voice cries out from the front hall.
“In the kitchen.” I dump out my final cup of coffee for the night. It’s not my best habit, but caffeine barely impacts me anymore. I’m just maintaining my addiction at this point.
Jack waltzes in, although I’m not sure if Jack ever waltzes. The only way people know we’re related is our same serious disposition. He’s a carbon copy of his mother from his tan skin to his thick dark waves of hair.
I met Mari just a year after Nate was born. Clarissa and I weren’t together. Didn’t even try to maintain a romantic relationship, so I was still a freewheeling twenty-something. I was vacationing in Hawaii, and she was a local girl. After a two-week whirlwind, I brought her back to New York.
I should have known that it would be doomed from the beginning, but at the time, I was still a romantic.
We moved in together, got pregnant, had Jack, and then…
I went off the deep end.
It wasn’t fair to Mari, and I’ve apologized since.
At the time, my father was grooming me to take on the Hill Club. I was working all the time, feeling overwhelmed, so I needed an escape valve, not crying kids.
God, I was such a selfish asshole.
I regret it now. I do. But what’s done is done.
Mari remarried when Jack was twelve and popped out three more kids in succession. That was my boon because Jack didn’t want anything to do with the newborns and spent lots more time here with me.
I eye my son’s button-down and prim slacks. “Looks like you just walked off Wall Street.”
Jack rolls his eyes. “Your dad jokes aren’t even jokes.”
“Oh, come on, you love it.” I grin. “Beer?”
Jack sits at the counter with a heavy sigh. “Please.”
Jack works every day at the New York Stock Exchange.
I know it’s eating him from the inside out, how much work it is. I’m just glad he makes time for me, though, even when I haven’t been the best dad I can be.
