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The woman nodded approvingly. “Good for you. Just remember to stay strong and focus on protecting yourself. She’s high profile, so I doubt she’ll bother you much. Don’t let the actions of a spoiled girl affect you.”

She was still very affected by Scarlett, and all she’d known so far about Roman’s relationships was that he never stayed long enough in this one. Scarlett was his last serious relationship, and despite herself, Olivia felt a small seed of jealousy and frustration begin to take root and grow.

Chapter 22

Perchedhighabovethebustling streets of New York City, Elysium exuded an air of elegance and sophistication. Its sleek, modern design seamlessly blends with classic touches, creating a timeless ambiance. The dining area boasted floor-to-ceiling windows, offering breathtaking panoramic views of the city skyline. The tables were adorned with crisp white linens, sparkling crystal glassware, and delicate candles that cast a warm, intimate glow. The attentive waitstaff moved gracefully.

As Roman watched Olivia walk up to him in that dinner dress, only one word came to mind.

Stunning.

He was glad he proposed a date. He claimed it was for publicity, but deep down, he knew it was more than that.

The gold threads in her black dress caught in the soft, warm light above them, shimmering over her, accentuating the way the material clung to every delicious inch of her body.

She was taller than he first thought. Her hair was piled up on her head with a flash of black silk, and she finished off with a pair of glittery black heels.

Whether or not she had a sense of dirty humor, Olivia certainly had a sense of style.

As she took her seat, he found his eyes drifting down against the cleavage where the pale flesh of her breasts strained heavily against the fabric.

“Mr Roman Knight,” she began with that naughty husky voice that made him think of warm flesh and soft sheets.

“My eyes are up here.”

“Just call me, Roman. Say it again. I like the way my name sounds in that voice of yours,” he said.

Olivia was certainly playing it cool tonight; there was a guardedness in her eyes he’d noticed earlier.

She picked up her glass and twirled it again, the black liquid sloshing back and forth slowly.

The way she held it had a certain hypnotic effect on him.

“The truth is, I’m resisting the urge to bury my face against your neck and just breathe it in. Truly you are worth the wait,” he said, leaning against an elbow towards her and smiling.

“Thank you,” she said. Her voice had changed.

“You look great,” he said again.

“Better than the PJs you woke me up in this morning, right?”

“Better than anything I’ve seen you in.”

Damn, if he was not going to have fun tonight.

“Oh, but I can think of a few things,” she said.

“Depends if you’re going to show me what’s under it,” he said.

Regrets, Roman decided, are for wimpy people.

“Want to order another round of wine?”

“I’m sorry. What did you say?”

The way she lifted a brow in surprise and took a sip of wine told me she was nervous and ticked as hell.

She took another sip, and a muscle in her jaw tensed.

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