Olivia's POV
"I... I'm sorry," I stammered, trying to hide my shock and embarrassment.
How was I supposed to explain this embarrassing situation?
Think, Olivia. Think!
I watched in humiliation as Maxwell calmly set down his tablet and adjusted himself, tucking his dick back in place like it was nothing.
"Do you need something?" His voice was too calm for someone who'd just been caught touching himself.
At that moment, my brain finally caught up with the reality of my appearance.
Oh God. Oh no. Oh no no no.
I wasn't wearing Oliver's facial hair. The binding was off. I was just... me. Olivia. In baggy clothes and a wig, but without any of the masculine touches that made the disguise work.
Had he noticed?
Immediately, I turned and ran from the room, slamming the connecting door behind me and leaning against it, my heart hammering so hard I thought it might break through my ribs.
Did he see? Did he notice? Please tell me he was too... distracted to notice.
