Chapter 15 Glint Of Amusement

• OLIVIA’S POV
• The Armitage suite was doused in scents of rosewood and heat. A place that seduces without effort, dim lights, walls that are nearly black, velvet thrown carelessly over leather-like secrets over the skin. Regan stood at the bar, two glasses filled with dark and expensive drinks.
• He didn’t approach at all. Instead, he raised the glass in a silent toast, which held a glint of amusement behind his eyes.