Olivia’s POV
The leather upholstered chair at the owner’s table was a siren call I couldn't ignore, and I made my way to it with tunnel vision. The line had been so long last time I looked, and now there was no one. I wouldn’t get an opportunity like this again.
As soon as I sat down, though, the masked man materialized at my side, silent as a wraith.
"s**t," I muttered under my breath, my mind racing. I’d gotten so caught up in getting to the owner that I’d momentarily forgotten about him—or maybe just assumed he’d find someone else to partner with. Now I didn’t know how to shake him without causing a scene.
The owner—Fay—had a piercing gaze that swept over us, her blood-red lips curving into a knowing smile. "Well, well," she purred, "what do we have here? A charming couple ready t
