Olivia
"Right now? Two people enjoying wine under the stars." He set his glass down and leaned forward. "Tomorrow? Who knows. That's part of the appeal, isn't it?"
I considered his words, swirling the wine in my glass. "You're very different here than you are at the office."
"So are you," he countered. "Less guarded. More yourself."
"Is that a good thing?"
"I think so." His eyes traveled over my face, lingering on my lips. "I like seeing the real Olivia."
"How do you know this is the real me?" I challenged. "Maybe I'm just playing a part."
"Are you?" he asked, his voice dropping lower.
I held his gaze. "No."
Something shifted between us then, an acknowledgment of the truth. For all the complications of our arrangement, this moment felt genuine. I could feel the weight of his gaze
