“So, I guess the shows over?” I asked, not knowing what to do next.
“Yeah,” he answered, buttoning up his shirt.
“I should probably get going anyway.”
His eyes narrowed and he studied me standing to move toward the door.
“Oh, Olivia,” he laughed. “I’m not done with you yet.”
“You’re not,” I squeaked.
“Oh, no.” He walked over and pulled me into him, laying a kiss on my lips. “You’re coming home with me. I’ve got a lot more to show you what I can do with you.”
I tried to bite my lip to hide my smile, but it was a worthless effort. Excitement throbbed through me and when he reached his hand out for mine, I happily grabbed it and let him lead me anywhere.