“Olivia!” Carter Beckett yells. It’s unnecessary, really. For God’s sake, I’m right here. There’s that damn tapping again. The longer I ignore him, the louder he taps. It’s incessant and irritating, and everyone around me buzzes with excitement, wondering why he wants my attention, and more than that, why the hell I’m not giving it to him. They don’t understand. I may be entirely turned off by the way he carelessly collects women, but I’m only so strong. I’m afraid it might be possible to charm the pants right off me. If anyone can do it, it’s him. “Liv, Liv, Liv, Liv, Liv,” Carter chants,
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