Olivia's POV
When Christopher pulled back, that infuriating smirk played on his lips. "Now that's a proper good morning."
I smacked his arm. "We're in public! Anyone could walk by and see us."
"We're in a private parking lot of a closed restaurant that I rented out. The only people here are inside cooking." His hand slid up my thigh. "And they're far too busy to spy on us."
"Still..." I glanced around nervously. The lot was empty except for his car, gleaming in the morning sun. "What if paparazzi followed us? Or some random hiker spots us from those cliffs?"
He laughed, his breath warm against my neck. "Now you're just being paranoid. But your imagination is quite... creative."
"I'm serious!" But I couldn't help laughing. "What would the headlines say? 'Mystery woman caught canoodling with billionaire producer.' Logan would-" I stopped short, my stomach dropping.
"Logan would what?" Christopher's voice took on an edge.