After a 12-hour shift, she enters the wrong car… and a billionaire becomes obsessed – she was so exhausted she didn’t even realize it wasn’t her car

away before the door fully shut.

The vehicle surged forward.

Olivia hit the seat, breath knocked out of her. Alexander’s arm was braced above her head. His face was inches from hers, rain in his lashes, expression hard as stone.

“Are you hit?” he demanded.

She blinked, stunned.

“Olivia.”

“No. I don’t think—no.”

He glanced at himself.

A dark stain spread across continue reading …