He let out a groan of pain.

Dylan's gaze dropped to meet hers, an indescribable intensity flickering in his eyes. Slowly, he reached out and traced his hand up her leg, his movements deliberate and gentle, yet tinged with a hint of something provocative.

Olivia glared at him, her lips quivering with anger.

Had this been in the past, Dylan would never have treated her this way, especially not in public.

The elevator kept going up.