I rake a hand through my hair. It needs a cut.
Gabriel approaches with a bottle of beer in his hand. “Your old friend, Jack, told me this was your favorite.”
I look over his shoulder to catch Jack raising a bottle in the air. I’m tempted to flip him the bird, but there are too many people in this room who wouldn’t find the humor in that.
Most of the musicians I work with are easy going, but a few take the job and themselves too seriously.
I scan the room examining every face. Some are familiar, others not, but one jumps out at me.
Christ.
I lucked out when I walked into this place.
Standing in the middle of the restaurant, dressed in a killer red dress is the woman I haven’t stopped thinking about in days, weeks if I’m honest.
Olivia Hull is here.
Maybe this night will turn out better than I imagined it would.
***
“You looked surprised.” Olivia takes the glass of champagne from my hand. “Did you not realize this was a party in your honor?”
I step closer to her. God, she smells incredible. It’s a combination of the fragrance of her skin and a trace of perfume.
All that’s missing is the scent of sex that permeated every pore of her body the other night when she was in my bed.
“I want to fuck you.”
Her eyes widen. “Alexander.”
“Olivia.” I reach to touch her hand. “Now, who looks surprised? Did you not realize that I want to fuck you?”
“People will hear you,” she lowers her voice.
I do the same, leaning in so my breath breezes over her cheek. “People have sex. Some people talk about having sex.”
“Not here.” Her head shakes.
I smile at the expression on her face. It’s surprise mixed with desire. “There’s a private room in the back. The door locks.”
“How do you know that?” Her gaze narrows.
I tap a fingertip to my ear. “I’ve heard.”
“Dinner will be served soon.” She nervously taps her shoe on the floor. “I wasn’t sure if I should come, but my boss invited me.”
“Gabriel?”
“Cathleen.” She gestures toward a woman dressed in a knee-length navy blue dress. “She’s a big fan of yours. She told me on the way over that she’s been dying to meet you.”
“I’m dying to eat you.”
The corners of her lips twitch. “After the party. My place tonight.”
“Something to look forward to.” I place my hand on the small of her back. “Introduce me to Cathleen.”
Her smile widens. “She’ll like that.”