Page 27 of His Cruel Billionaire Scorecard

He heard a yelp and the sound of someone falling.

“Sonofabitch,” he found the switch and turned on the light quickly, and there Olivia was, standing mortified and the full view of her boss without a towel.

At first, there was nothing they could do but stare; then, the silence was punctuated by her mortified scream.

Olivia ran out of the room. Roman swore again and picked up his towel, tying it securely around his waist to follow his aghast employee.

Olivia was in the living room, and like a child playing hide and seek, she covered her face.

It was not hard to tell that her face was red.

Roman walked up to her and put a hand on her shoulder.

“Olivia, look at me,” he said authoritatively.

When she didn’t, he grabbed her chair, spinning it around till she faced him and her hands still over her face.

He pried her fingers off her face, but she was focused on looking at every other place except him.

His muscled abs were a wall of intricate tattoos of flowers, dragons, and Chinese characters that covered the left half of his chest– his bare chest, still dripping with water, was in full view.

How could she look? Besides, she’d just seen him naked.

“Why are you acting all embarrassed?”

Who wouldn’t be embarrassed after that?

“Okay, I’m sorry.”

“I didn’t mean to spy on you, Mr. Roman, it’s just that I forgot something, and I thought I could come here without disturbing you and… and….”

“Wait, do you think I’m mad at you? It’s alright; nothing happened,” he said, gently cupping her face.

“Look at me, Olivia,”

She was forced to focus on him.

“Just breathe. Have you never seen a naked man?” He said, humor coloring his voice.

“It was just an accident, if you feel that bad about it, I could sleep here, and you could sleep in the room alone.”

“No, Mr. Roman, I don’t want you to inconvenience yourself for my sake.”

“Then, are you sure you’re going to be okay staying the rest of the night with me?”

“Yes, I am,” she said, getting up and prying her hands out of his steel grip.

“But I’ll be here for maybe an hour or two–”

“Don’t be ridiculous, it’s 2 a.m. and it’ll be costing you a good night’s sleep. I need you to be at full efficiency.”

“Then I’ll just stay here.”

“Oh, for goodness sake,” he said, and before Olivia could protest, he pulled her up and hoisted her on his shoulder to her renewed mortification.

Her chest made contact with his shoulder; she was pretty sure he could feel her already hard nipples beneath the light cotton.

He could too.

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