Olivia stared at him with wide eyes. Fear slowly twisted in her gut like a knife. She didn't move an inch, rather couldn't move an inch, pinned by his very hard body, surrounded by his heat and the lush scent. In that position she realized that the man was very tall, almost a foot taller than her. His aura was like that of a large predator, like that tiger that roamed in the wild, like a terrifying wolf who was craving to come out. There was authority bleeding out of him.
She couldn't help but stare at this beautiful man, who she would never see again, who she would never ever meet again. Up so close, she could see those thick deep brown hair that curled at his nape. He had a square jaw that she could have nipped. And it was difficult for her to pull away her gaze from him as he kept it locked in his.
