Olivia loved it when he looked at her like that. Who didn't want a man that looked at them that intensely? She looked at him and her lips curved into a small smile, her voice was low and predatory.

"Are you going to help me or do I have to finish myself?"

Not that he hadn't had it both ways before. Or that he hadn't had her on more than a few flat surfaces in this apartment before. She was giving him the choice of what he wanted.