Olivia Lewis's back stiffened, her attitude extremely mean as she rolled her eyes without any image, "None of your damn business!"
Adam Sinclair's lips subtly curled into a smile; he showed no sign of anger from being insulted. Instead, his gaze softened because she was riled up, "Olivia Lewis, haven't you noticed that every time you curse, it's when you're particularly concerned about something?"
"You've exposed yourself."
That voice, that expression, it's a crime.
Olivia silently cursed in her heart, starting to understand why he had such a rich romantic history and why so many socialites liked him.
Because this man is exceptionally good at seducing people.
No one can match his level of flirtation.
Saying her heart didn't flutter would be a lie. Olivia could feel her heart being stirred a bit. She pressed her lips together, avoiding Adam's intense gaze, neither admitting nor denying.
But she didn't realize there's a saying that silence implies consent.
