Chapter 3 A Risky Proposition

Alexander didn't say a word as he reviewed the documents Olivia slid across the glass desk. The ticking of the modern clock on the wall was the only sound filling the room, but Olivia felt every second like a drumbeat in her chest.

He leaned back, fingers steepled, eyes not on the numbers-but on her.

"I'll admit," he said at last, "the concept is strong. You've always had vision. But this isn't about a pitch deck, is it?"

Olivia's brow lifted. "What do you mean?"

"I mean you showing up after all this time. Walking into my building. You know exactly what you're doing."

She leaned forward, her voice low and even. "What I'm doing is trying to keep my business alive. That's it."

Alexander stood, circling the desk slowly. When he stopped beside her, she could feel the heat of him-too close for comfort.

"So let's make it interesting," he murmured. "I'll consider investing. But you'll work with me. Closely. Two weeks. Here. In my office."

Olivia stood as well, his nearness making her pulse race. "Why? To test me?"

"To see if I can still trust you," he replied, eyes darkening just a shade. "Business, of course."

His gaze dropped to her lips for half a second before he stepped back.

"But if it makes you nervous..."

"I'm not afraid of you," she said, chin lifting.

A slow smile tugged at his lips. "Good. We'll start Monday."

He reached for her hand-just briefly. Not a shake. Not formal. Just the lightest brush of his fingers over hers.

It was electric.

And Olivia knew she was in trouble.