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his attention onto her. “Well, Olivia? Do you trust me?” She had been so confused by the strange performance that she hadn’t actually given his question very much thought.
    She looked him up and down; he had offered her a job, and she couldn’t deny that she was attracted to him. If he turns out to be some kind of kinky sado-masochist, I am so screwed, she thought.
    “Yes,” she said quietly, glancing around instinctively to see if anyone was actually watching them. “I guess I do trust you. I might regret it, but I do.”
     
    The hotel room that Robert brought Olivia to was so incredibly beyond her experience—so opulent and luxurious—that she almost couldn’t quite believe it. She had known, in theory, that billionaires like Robert had access to the kinds of beautiful spaces that regular people who had to work for their living could only dream of; but she hadn’t had a real concept of what kind of opulence that wealth could buy.
    It was a penthouse suite, apparently, under continual reserve for Robert. He had simply gone to the front desk and asked politely for the key to “his” room, and the woman at the desk retrieved a key-card and gave it to him with a smile. A private elevator took them up to the top floor of the hotel, where there was only one other room like it, as evidenced by only two doors in the hallway.
    “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” Robert told her as he led her into the room. It was immense, and Olivia thought that the room itself might be larger than her apartment. “If you just want to take off your shoes, have a nap on the couch, you are more than welcome to do just that.” Olivia laughed at the idea.
    “I don’t know if I could take a nap knowing that you’re just… hanging out somewhere in the room,” she had said, covering her amazement with an effort. The suite was fully furnished, and it looked to her as if the sofa cost more than all of her bedroom furniture combined; it looked almost obscenely comfortable.
    She kicked off her uncomfortable high heels anyway, pushing them carefully aside next to the door and stepping from the cold marble of the entryway onto the plush, thick rug that sprawled across most of the living room floor.
    “Do you like me, Olivia?” Robert asked her from behind her. Olivia turned, biting her bottom lip.
    “I don’t actually know how I feel about you,” she said. Robert’s bright-eyed gaze was intent on her, seeming to take in every line and curve of her body.
    “I can tell you find me attractive,” Robert said, his voice falling into a lower register. Olivia blushed, feeling the burn from the roots of her hair down onto her chest.
    “How can you tell? I’m not being—I’m not obvious, am I?”
    Robert smiled slightly, shaking his head.
    “No. You aren’t. I can smell it on you, though.” He moved closer to her and almost instinctively, Olivia stepped back. Robert paused. “If you tell me no, I will stop, Olivia. I’ll leave you to your privacy in this room, if you like; I’ll go back to the office and make the arrangements for you to start work on Monday.”
    Olivia’s eyes widened in surprise. Did she want him to stop? Did she want to tell him no? She could feel her body heating up with more than just embarrassment—she had ignored the low simmering of desire that had started up in her from the moment she’d gotten a good look at Robert Lowe, an instant after she had run into him.
    She wasn’t going to be one of “those women,” who tried to use sex to get ahead—especially after Alexander Brooke’s remarks and insinuations. She would be lying to herself if she tried to pretend that she hadn’t noticed that Robert looked good.
    “I don’t want you to stop,” she said, her breath hitching in her throat slightly. “It’s been a while, I don’t really know…” She felt her cheeks burning with an even deeper blush.
    Robert smiled again.
    “All you have to know is that any time you tell me