Chapter 167
Olivia's Point of View
I opened the apartment door and walked in, with Steve following me with his steady, confident strides.
He closed the door behind him while I headed toward the kitchen to pour myself a glass of water, trying to soothe the turmoil that had settled within me since leaving the club.
He followed me and stood directly behind me; I felt the heat of his body nearing my back. He placed his hands on my waist and pulled me toward him with a sudden gentleness, whispering in my ear in a warm tone, "You look very exhausted tonight, Olivia... what's on your mind?"
"Nothing, Steve," I said, trying to maintain my composure.
He turned me around to face him, staring into my eyes with his forest-green gaze, and said in a suspicious tone, "You're not good at lying to me... your eyes say something else."
I exhaled in frustration, pushed his hand away, and said firmly, "Steve, please... I'm not in the mood for an interrogation right now."
