"I am full, Aiden. I should go home I guess," says Olivia still wanted to stays and enjoy living in a massive house.
He could see the hesitation in her eyes. She might say she wanted to go, but her body betrayed her. He saw the way her gaze lingered on him, the way she bit her lip. She wasn't as indifferent to him as she wanted him to believe.
He stepped a little closer, closing the gap between them. "You sure you want to leave so soon?" he asked, his voice low and sultry.
"Soon? Its 3:30 AM. Tomorrow I have a meeting with the manager. I am not working with the older company where i was the Manager. Here the real manager will yell at me if i dont present properly tomorrow for that i need rest and it is 3:30! NOW!"
He watched her as she ranted, her voice laced with frustration. He couldn't help but find her cute when she was riled up like this.
He let out a sigh and nodded. "Alright, alright. You're right, it is late. You should get home and rest," he conceded. "Or.. you can stay here," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. He was aware of how forward he was being, and part of him wanted to take it back.
But there was another part of him that desperately wanted her to say yes. To stay the night here, with him.
His breath caught in his throat as he waited for her response, his heart thrumming in his chest. He could see the indecision in her eyes, the uncertainty. He knew she was torn between her desire to stay and her need to maintain a professional distance.
He stepped even closer, his body almost touching hers. He could smell the scent of her skin, a mix of sweetness and musk. He wanted to taste her, to feel her against him. He reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair off her face, his touch barely a whisper. "Please stay," he said, his voice hoarse with need.
His eyes searched hers, looking for any sign of agreement. He wanted her more than he had ever wanted anyone, and the intensity of his feelings was both thrilling and terrifying.
He held his breath, waiting for her answer. He knew it would determine the course of their relationship.
"Mr. Carter, May i know why you want this feisty girl to stay ?" Asks Olivia.
He chuckled softly, the sound low and seductive. "Because this feisty girl is the most fascinating, intriguing, and captivating woman I've ever met," he said, his voice thick with desire.
He moved even closer, his body now pressed against hers. He could feel the heat emanating from her skin, and it made him yearn for more. "Because I can't get enough of you," he whispered, his lips almost touching hers.
Olivia pushed him from herself adjusting her shorts and asked " Show me my room, where i'll sleep ALONE!"
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ He took a step back, his body missing the warmth of hers immediately. He chuckled at her assertiveness, secretly admiring her strength.
He nodded and gestured for her to follow him. "Alright, feisty girl. I'll show you your room," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice.
He led her down the hallway, stopping in front of a door. "This is your room," he said, opening the door to reveal a spacious, luxurious room with a queen-sized bed.
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