"It was some Indian woman from housekeeping," Olivia replied, pouring coffee into a cup for me. "She seemed shocked to see me in this room." She handed me the cup, her fingers brushing mine, a small smile playing on her lips.
I took a sip. It was hot and perfect.
So it was Maya. She'd probably come to drop off the coffee and found Olivia instead. She must have been so shocked to see her in my room, especially the way she glowed from what we did last night. The thought made me smirk into my cup.
The way Olivia looked under my shirt was so hot.
Every time she lifted the cup to her lips, the shirt shifted, teasing more of her curves. She kept glancing at me over the rim, eyes dark, knowing, full of the memories of everything we'd done last night.
"I have to leave for the city in an hour," Olivia said. Her voice was soft, almost reluctant, as she smoothed the shirt over her thigh.
