Olivia's POV
The moment I was alone in my room, my legs gave out and I collapsed to the floor, my back against the door, my clothes dropping to the floor.
What have I done? What the hell have I done?
A thousand terrifying questions flooded my mind at once:
Had he woken up during the night? Had he noticed anything off about me? Had he seen me naked? Had he finally discovered my secret?
Oh God, what if he knows?
Panic seized my chest, making it hard to breathe.
But then... logic started to seep through the fear.
If he knew, wouldn't he have woken me up? Wouldn't he have demanded an explanation? Wouldn't he have thrown me out of his bed - out of his house - the moment he realized his male assistant was actually a woman?
Maxwell wasn't exactly known for his patience or restraint. If he'd discovered the truth, he would have confronted me immediately. Wouldn't he?
I took a shaky breath, then another.
He didn't know. He couldn't know. I was sure of it.
