Olivia's POV
I followed Christopher into the garden, my bare feet sinking into the lush grass. The morning sun warmed my skin, and a light breeze played with the hem of my dress. I tried not to think about how exposed I felt without underwear.
"So, what's this mysterious talk about?" I asked, aiming for nonchalance but probably sounding more like a nervous chipmunk.
"Patience, darling. Let's enjoy the scenery first."
Right. Nothing says 'relaxing stroll' like wondering if your sugar daddy/movie producer is about to drop a bombshell on you.
We wandered through a maze of perfectly manicured hedges, past bubbling fountains and beds of flowers bursting with color. I half expected to see a peacock strutting around to complete the 'disgustingly rich' vibe.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" Christopher mused, gesturing at a particularly elaborate rose garden.