#Chapter 22 – Table for None

Olivia's POV I threw myself deeper into work, trying to shake off the strange fog that seemed to follow me after Ridgecrest. I kept playing it over and over in my mind. Everything seemed to remind me of the way Ethan’s gaze felt almost… genuine. My hand stopped mid-movement as flashes of the night before broke through. I didn’t want to think about the way Ethan’s hands lingered at my hips, how he felt with my legs wrapped around him, or the sweetly smoky taste of his tongue. I tried to force the memory down, it only came back stronger, leaving me both frustrated and, strangely, disappointed. Focus, Olivia, I told myself. I shook my head, hoping that burying myself in projects would help. Just as I tried to type out a few notes on the perfume progress, my phone buzzed on the desk beside me. Mia: You’re done for the day!!!!! Meet me downstairs in ten. Bless her, she knew I needed this. We needed this. With everything happening, I missed my best friend. Apex Nightclub