Olivia's POV
I slid into the passenger seat of Christopher's sleek sports car, my fingers tracing the butter-soft leather. The engine purred to life, and we pulled away from the curb.
"So, Mr. Wallace," I asked, masking my anxiety, "where exactly are we going?"
"Patience, darling. All will be revealed in due time."
We zipped through traffic, the city blurring around us. The car stopped at a red light, and I seized my chance.
"You know," I began, my voice deceptively sweet, "there's something I've been meaning to do since we left the coffee shop."
"Oh?" He turned to me, eyebrow raised. "And what might that be?"
SMACK!
My hand connected with his arm, hard enough to sting but not to bruise. His eyes widened in surprise.
"What the hell was that for?" Christopher exclaimed, rubbing his arm.
"That's for 'persuading' Harrison to give me the role. Did you really think I'd be okay with that?"
"Calm down, sweetheart. It's not what you think."