A week had gone by after that indelible night Olivia had with Dylan. And she wasn't mad at him for letting her leave his house immediately. Well, the purpose of having money is that you always have people at your disposal. Victor came to the rescue.
She couldn't stop thinking about him, surprisingly enough, she wanted more, her dreams made it that obvious. Olivia told her secretary to tell him she was out of the country, but Dylan did not come by the office, nor did he ring her.
Most of the time, she smiled, convincing herself it was for the best. And she has never been grateful. She really needed it, someone different, savage.
The door to her office opened slowly, and Charlotte entered.
"What has happened?" She inquired, the smile on her face disappearing.
Confused Olivia scrunched her forehead, river lines fadely appearing. "What has happened?"
"The glow you had on your face last week has disappeared. Did Mr Dylan do something wrong?"
