His Dangerous Love On Ice (Olivia and Zane) novel Chapter 37

37 /180

Olive’s POV

It didn’t take long.

A sleek black matte car pulled up outside the café, and my stomach dropped so fast I thought I might be sick.

That car. I knew that car.

“Wasn’t that the same car we-” I whispered to myself, the memory slamming into me. His hands on my thighs, my back against the leather, the way he’d-

My phone buzzed.

Zane: Don’t even think about leaving, Muffin. Stay right where you are.

My heart kicked against my ribs. I looked up through the window, saw him still sitting in the driver’s seat, phone in hand, watching me.

He knew. Of course he knew.

I typed back quickly: Not here. Too many people.

Zane: Good.

Good? What the hell did he mean good?

The door chimed.

And Zane Mercer walked in.

The entire café went silent.

He was dressed in dark jeans and a black t-shirt that fit him like was designed specifically to ruin lives, the fabric stretched across his chest and arms in ways that should be illegal. His tattoos were on full display-the lion that started at his forearm and crawled up his bicep, disappearing under his sleeve but I know it went all the way to his neck. I’d traced every line of it with my fingers the previous night ago.

He didn’t look around. Didn’t acknowledge the whispers that started immediately, the phones that came out, the way every single person in that café turned to stare.

He just walked straight toward me.

Confident. Predatory. Like he owned not just the room, but the entire city.

My breath caught. I couldn’t move, couldn’t think. He stopped a few feet away, pulled off his sunglasses with one hand, and slid them into his pocket. His eyes locked on mine-dark, intense, burning with something that made my knees weak.

“Hello, Muffin.” His voice was low, rough, and way too loud for how quiet the café had gotten. “It’s been less than twenty-four hours and I’ve already missed you so badly.”