Page 52 of The Billionaire Mismatch

Chapter 17

Luca

There wasno motive behind any of this.

The detour, letting her choose the restaurant, trusting my phone instead of the sky, suggesting we get a hotel, even though I am used to driving in rain. I had no ulterior motives today other than to continue to date her as planned. And when we check into our room, I want to make sure Olivia knows that.

But as soon as I open the door, I realize this day is just going to keep fucking with us.

“Why is there only one bed?” she asks. Then she narrows her eyes. “Unless you purposely got a room with only one bed.”

“No. I didn’t ask for one bed. I think they just assumed,” I tell her.

“Alright, well, that’s fine. I’m tired anyways. And it’s a big bed. I’m sure it’ll be fine. What are you doing?”

My eyes flash up to her as I unbutton my shirt. “What? I’m taking my shirt off.”

“But I just said I’m tired,” she says.

“And I don’t sleep in button-down shirts. Especially ones soaked from a freak storm.”

“So you’re going to sleep naked?” She asks, her cheeks turning pink.

“You’ve seen me naked before,” I say, and they flush red. “But don’t worry. I’ll leave my underwear on.”

“Right,” she nods, visibly shaking.

“You should undress too,” I suggest. “You’re freezing.”

“We aren’t sleeping together,” she blurts out. “I mean, we are sleeping together. In the same bed. But we aren’t sleeping together.”

“That’s fine,” I say, undoing my pants and shoving them to the floor.

“Good,” she says, visibly trying to keep her eyes off my anatomy.

“Great. Let’s go to bed,” I say.

“Perfect,” she nods.

I crawl into the bed and get comfortable. Meanwhile, Olivia is obviously uncomfortable as she tries to be discreet about taking her dress off.

“Can you not?” she asks.

“Can I not what?” I ask.

“Watch me,” she snaps.

I chuckle at her. “Olivia, we’ve had sex before,” I say.

“But we aren’t having sex now,” she says. “Because I am tired.”

“I am too. We’ve already established this. Here,” I reach out and turn the lamp off. “Is that better?”

“Well now I can’t see what I’m doing,” she complains. “Just…turn the light back on and close your eyes.”

“Are you serious right now?” I ask. Then I sigh and turn the light on and roll over to face away from her.

“Are your eyes closed?” she asks.