Olivia Wynne gave Zachary Fairchild a slightly dissatisfied glance. "You have a point."
'This man is too eloquent,' she thought. 'No matter what I say, he always has a comeback.'
"I'm glad Olivia agrees," Zachary Fairchild replied gently, his alluring, ocean-blue eyes fixed on Olivia Wynne.
She had been feeling a little annoyed, but when she met Zachary Fairchild's gentle, all-encompassing gaze, which was like the sea, that bit of irritation slowly faded away.
Sitting up straight, Olivia Wynne said in a serious tone, "I have things to do this afternoon, so I'm heading back to the company."
Zachary Fairchild glanced at his watch. Seeing that it was still a while before he had to be at work, he stood up and picked up Olivia Wynne's small handbag. "I'll drive you."
