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His heated breath grazes my ear before I hear his smug, gravelly rasp.

“Just can’t keep your hands off me, huh?”

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Olivia stills at mywords.

Then I feel it. Her fury.

Her body stiffens, her fists knot, her nostrils flare.

A tickle gathers in my chest and my blood heats. She’s going to let me have it. I can’t wait to see this.

I grin and my dick jumps in my pants.

“Put me downnow.” Her voice is a seething whisper, but no, I don’t underestimate her. She’s an atomic bomb seconds from exploding.

“What, Olive? You don’t want me?”

I knead her shapely ass and inwardly groan. So supple and soft. I can’t wait to spank it and bite it. I’m wide awake now—from the adrenaline, the surrounding chaos, the turbulent storm, the goddess in my arms, or a combination of everything. I don’t care what’s right or wrong. I’m flyinghigh.

“You were the one who leaped into my arms like you’d die without me.”

“Now,Mr. Anderson. Put me down.” Her voice is strangely calm, but I feel it, that enticing little quiver in her thighs. “I won’t ask twice.”

Chuckling, I set her down just to see what she’ll do.

She stares at the floor, her shoulders rigid, chest heaving, then I see her draw in one slow inhale.

Boom.

But Olivia looks up and smiles. Serenely. Fighting chaos with chaos.

I recoil, my pulse sprinting in my ears.

“I’m glad you’re okay. Please excuse my unprofessional behavior just now.” She spins around and stalks toward the elevators.

Panic sweeps through me—even more than before I dove into the water after the guard spotted the woman. I didn’t think about myself then. I only thought of Mom and Raya and how I cradled their dead bodies in my arms. It was an automatic instinct to jump in, to save another family from experiencing the grief I went through.

But now, as I watch Olivia walk away from me, very much done with my nonsense, I finally feel it.

Fear. Panic.Desperation.I don’t know what the hell I was thinking she’d do. Praise me for a job well done? For nearly killing myself in the process?

Of course she’s pissed. She probably thinks I’m beyond saving.

I can’t let her get away.She’s done with me. She’s giving up.

She’s the only person who’s seen me. The only person who can make me forget everything.

Ignoring the camera flashes and people hurling questions at me—Greg Masters and his cronies apparently having caught a whiff of my daring rescue—I chase after the maddening woman.

“Olivia, wait!”

She ignores me. If anything, her strides quicken.

But I’m faster. I reach her in seconds, grab her wrist, and drag her to the nearest door I can find.

I wrench it open, tug her inside, and the metal door bangs shut as darkness falls over us.