Not that they hadn’t, but their chemistry was only growing stronger every day.
His hand landed on the leather seat between them, and her eyes followed. She felt him turn to her and her eyes snapped to his.
Shit.
He drew in a deep breath.
It was wrong, but Olivia had fantasized about these moments in the car with him when he’d slide his hand between her legs, feeling her hot and wet for him.
It would take a simple decision.
Or simply act.
And it would destroy everything.
She could lose her job and lose Sammy.
Despite her desire to be touched by this gorgeous man, she would be a fool to let it happen. Fletcher was known as a playboy for a reason. While working for him she’d fielded hundreds of calls from media asking who was the latest woman on his arm at social events.
Her team never responded, of course, and Fletcher never gave them any details of his personal life. They were simply to smile and say no comment.
So they did.
To all of them.
If Olivia was to give in to this powerful attraction between them, she knew she’d end up being just another name on his list.
If he had a list.
Probably not.
The point was, she had no desire to be one of those women. She loved her job and enjoyed working with Fletcher. She actually liked him as a person. As a man.
Perhaps he would meet someone serious and whatever this was between them would fizzle out. Perhaps he already had? There had been no photos of him in the tabloids for the last several weeks.
He’d had a minor surgery, which could be the reason.
Or he could have a girlfriend.
Olivia pressed the button on the side of the phone and her screen lit up with a photo of Sammy. She just had to stay focused on keeping her daughter safe and with her.
That was her priority.
Fletcher shifted beside her. She moved her coat and found her dress had crept up. He cursed quietly, and her eyes snapped to his. They were dark and full of hunger.
Shit, shit, shit.
“Is there a schedule for today’s tour or are we in the hands of the hotel manager?” she spat out in desperation to keep things focused.
Fletcher ran a hand over his face and through his hair, mussing it up. God, he looked so damn sexy.
Is that what he’d look like laying over her?
She chewed her bottom lip just as his eyes found hers again.
Oh crap.
“Liv,” Fletcher said thickly.