Olivia's POV
I sipped my coffee, leaning against the railing of my tiny balcony. The morning sun warmed my face, but I shivered as Christopher's words echoed in my mind. "Let me spoil you rotten."
What was I getting myself into?
I mean, sure, it sounded nice. Who wouldn't want to be spoiled? But this wasn't some romantic comedy where the billionaire sweeps the struggling actress off her feet. This was real life, and in real life, things got messy.
I took another sip, grimacing at the bitter taste. I'd forgotten to add sugar, too caught up in my thoughts. Story of my life lately.
Why was Christopher so interested in me anyway? He'd even persuaded Harrison to give me the role. Was I really that talented, or was there something else going on?
I snorted. Yeah, right. Like a guy who could probably buy a small country would be genuinely interested in little ol' me. There had to be a catch.