“You okay? How are you doing today?” I eyed him, concerned.
His face quickly turned serious, and he shuffled in his seat. “I…I’ve been better. That’s why I was coming to see you, as a matter of fact. I, er, wanted to say thanks for the support.”
“Anytime, Luke. I mean it.” I stared down at the desk, suddenly shy.
We both shifted in our seats, and I coughed. “Well, this isn’t at all awkward.” I rolled my eyes, pulling a face.
“Wanna insult me?” Luke suggested.
“Hmmm.” I pretended to think. “Not right now. Maybe later.”
“Aw, you’re no fun.” He mock-pouted.
“Sorry to disappoint. I don’t insult on command.”
“That’s not the Olivia I know.”
Olivia? “Hey, you called me Olivia.”
His brow creased. “Yeah, what of it? It’s your name, is it not?”
He looked so confused that I laughed. “Do you realise that you’ve never once called me by my first name?”
“I haven’t?” He sat back, deep in thought. “Huh. I guess I haven’t. O-liv-ia.” He dragged out the word in a low, throaty tone, and I shivered.
Bloody hell, Ed was right. I was lusting after this man. Badly.
Flustered, I began babbling about our project. I’d never been so glad for Luke’s professionalism as I was right then. He switched straight into work mode, and after we’d grabbed our laptops and paperwork, we reconvened in the conference room to discuss the changes we needed to get started on.
The office was emptying out, but Luke and I were hard at work in the conference room, papers spread all over the table. We’d been working on the project changes all day and had both agreed to push through while we were on a roll.
An hour later and I’d run out of steam. I stared out of the window at the darkened streets, rubbing my temples, a headache beginning to form.
“Luke, I think I’m done. I can’t focus anymore.” I dropped my pen on the table with a clatter.
“Luke?” He wasn’t listening to me. I followed his heated gaze to where my skirt had ridden up, exposing much more of my leg than I planned.
Oh.
The tension between us became palpable. Something had changed between us, something neither of us had acknowledged.
My mouth went dry.
I grabbed my water and took a large swig.
“Olivia.” His voice was a low, husky caress. I raised my eyes to meet his. Long, sooty lashes framed his gorgeous eyes, the green darkened to black.
“What’s happening?” I whispered.
“I don’t know,” he ground out, his voice a raw, gravelly scrape.
I couldn’t tear my gaze away from his. Eyes locked, we stared at each other for what seemed like forever.
“Luke,” I breathed, my voice barely audible. “I—”
His lips crashed onto mine.
The world stopped spinning.