Olivia's POV
I finished my drink in one swift gulp, hoping the burn of alcohol would distract me from the heat creeping up my neck. The glass clinked as I set it back on the bar, louder than I'd intended. Christopher's eyebrow quirked up, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips.
"Another?" he asked, already reaching for the bottle.
I shook my head. "I think one's enough for now. Any more, and I might start making questionable decisions."
"Like what? Raiding my closet and trying on my suits?"
"Please. Your suits would swallow me whole. I'd look like a kid playing dress-up in her dad's clothes." The moment the words left my mouth, I regretted them. Dad. Daddy. Why did my brain have to go there?
He chuckled, oblivious to my internal cringe. "I don't know, I think you'd look quite fetching in one of my shirts. Just a shirt."
I felt my cheeks flush. Was it hot in here? It felt hot. I may need another drink after all.