Chapter 17

But the image of Ethan remained, looking devastatingly handsome in a crisp dress shirt, the sleeves rolled up revealing muscular forearms.

A mental groan escaped her. This couldn't be happening, not now, after she had finally managed to put that inappropriate dream about him behind her.

"You can't just invade my thoughts whenever you want," Olivia muttered under her breath, glaring at Ethan's oblivious form.

Is this some kind of cosmic joke? Am I being punished? She kept subjecting her to these torturous visions of her best friend's husband.

Taking a deep breath, Olivia willed herself to approach the table, her steps feeling leaden. Up close, Ethan looked even more maddeningly attractive in his neatly trimmed hair, lines crinkling around his warm brown eyes as he glanced up at her.

Olivia glided across the floor towards him, the deep red chiffon of her dress swirling around her toned legs with every step. The plunging neckline hinted at just a tantalizing glimpse of her cleavage.