The door to Dylan's penthouse opened; he sighed as he dropped Olivia in the living room. She was irresistibly attractive; Dylan swallowed hard his restraint and his logic, both crumpled beneath the weight of temptation.
His fingers twitched at his sides, arching to touch, to claim, and to ruin but their relationship was fake, and he wasn't sure as much what she wanted. Fun or to make Philip jealous.
Dylan looked sideways as if sensing danger, and then his eyes locked onto hers, all humor gone. He walked towards her holding her chin tightly, he let out. " Look, Olivia, once we start this, you don't get to opt out. And so I will give you, " he paused. "Last chance to walk away, little bird."
A smile splayed across her lips, deviant in place, "make me regret this, Dylan. Only then I might listen to instructions next time."
