CHAPTER 52

  Olivia's POV

  As we pulled away from the store, I settled into the plush leather seat of his sleek sports car, my mind still reeling from the extravagant shopping spree.

  His hands rested casually on the steering wheel, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. I stole glances at him, trying to unravel the mystery of this billionaire producer.

  "You know," I began, my voice a blend of curiosity and amusement, "you're showing an awful lot of interest in me. What's the deal?"

  "Interest? I'm just being friendly to my new leading lady."

  "Uh-huh," I replied, unconvinced. "Most 'friendly' producers don't take their actresses on expensive shopping sprees."

  "Maybe I'm not most producers," he quipped with a smirk.

  Before I could respond, he smoothly pulled the car into a parking spot outside a swanky-looking restaurant. "Hungry?"

  I nodded, suddenly aware of the growling in my stomach.