The PlayLion Billionaire: A Paranormal Billionaire Romance by Maria Amor Read Free Book Online Page B

around the nearly deserted garage. Her car should not be this difficult to find. As she searched, she remembered their last progress meeting. True to form, Robert had had lunch catered in from a restaurant that he partly owned.
    Somehow, in the course of their meetings, he had managed to learn exactly what Olivia liked to eat, what her preferences were. She would have accused him of having someone spy on her to discover her tastes, but she learned that he was very, very astute; she didn’t make a comment on the fact that the seared tuna over salad and the rich, creamy pureed soup were just what she had been craving.
    The most recent meeting had been the most relaxed of any of them, and Olivia had found herself talking to Robert almost like a colleague instead of as her boss. They discussed some of the office gossip—the open secret that Chelsea in accounting was sleeping with Garret in IT, and the fact that Manuel in Business Development was getting divorced. She had found herself joking with Robert, completely at ease.
    Beneath the friendliness, there was an undercurrent present and Olivia didn’t know how to react. In spite of her wariness, in spite of the fact that she had told herself that she would have nothing to do with Robert Lowe except as her employer, she found herself thinking about him at odd moments. It was far too easy to remember just how much she had enjoyed their tryst. She could remember every detail of the way he had felt inside of her, how good it had been. She hadn’t made any attempt to date anyone since that encounter; Olivia told herself that it was because she was focusing on her career, but she wondered sometimes how true that was.
    Her gaze fell on her car, and Olivia sighed with relief. She started walking faster towards it, thinking longingly of her pajamas, her couch, and the pint of ice cream waiting for her in the freezer.  Maybe she’d make it a real night in and have a glass of wine with her dinner to further unwind. 
    She would forget all about Robert Lowe and the strange way she was starting to feel closer and closer to him. He was awakening some kind of affectionate trust inside of her while being completely professional.
    She would watch some mindless TV, get some sleep, and go into her next meeting absolutely prepared, and eventually things would cease to be strange. If Robert was really settling down with someone as the office gossip suggested,  she would be happy for him when he announced it, and she would never have to even consider the way she would react if he did make another pass at her.
    Olivia paused a few yards from her car; she had a strange, skin-crawling feeling, as if someone was watching her. That was impossible, of course—there was great security at Lowe Freight headquarters. She looked around furtively, chiding herself for being silly. If anyone knew she was being so paranoid, they would laugh at her.
    But she couldn’t shake the feeling that someone, maybe even a few someones, were watching her, were almost stalking her. You’re just tired. Get your butt home and get some sleep. Olivia took a few more steps towards her car.
    But the feeling wouldn’t go away, even when she rationally explained it to herself. Olivia looked around again, but there was no sign of anyone—not even the kind of peripheral sense of movement that suggested someone hiding. She took a deep breath, straining her ears to hear the faintest of sounds. There was a low generator hum, the churning low thunder of the climate control system. Somewhere a few levels above, someone’s car alarm chirped as a car door was unlocked, but there was nothing in the noises to make Olivia think anyone was on the floor with her.
    She shook her head and started back towards her car, thinking that she would make her weekend count. If she was imagining people stalking her or watching her like creeps, she was more tired than she had admitted to herself.
    As she reached the driver’s side of her car, Olivia