After they had run a thorough check on the computer, Olivia was convinced nothing was out of place. Everything seemed clean, at least on the surface. But Dylan wasn't satisfied. His intuition whispered that something wasn't right. And Dylan always listened to his gut because he was always right.
"Are we good now, Dylan?" Olivia asked with a teasing smile, trying to lighten the air. She leaned back in her chair, watching him carefully.
He didn't return the smile. Instead, he met her eyes with a seriousness that made her smile fade.
"You don't understand, Olivia," he said slowly, deliberately. "But the day you call me to say I was right. Bet me—I will fuck your senses out."
Olivia tilted her head at him, genuinely smiling. There was something about the fire in his eyes that always got to her. She was completely into the idea… but she wouldn't make that obvious.
"I will run," she replied softly.
