Olivia's POV
I stabbed another piece of French toast, determined to act casual.
"So... you do this often? Rent out entire restaurants just for breakfast?" My voice came out higher than intended.
"Only for special occasions." His foot traced up my calf under the table. "Like when a beautiful actress needs proper fuel for her rehearsals."
"The rehearsals you conveniently rescheduled."
"Harrison owed me a favor." Christopher cut into his eggs with surgical precision. The yolk oozed onto his plate like liquid gold. "Besides, I thought you might appreciate a... proper breakfast after your busy night."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"You did mention being sore in all the right places." His eyes glittered with mischief. "Must have been quite the workout."
"I... went to the gym." The lie tasted worse than cold coffee.