Olivia's POV
I stared at the closed bathroom door, debating whether to join him. The sound of running water tempted me, but my growling stomach had other ideas.
"Stupid sexy billionaire," I muttered, pushing myself off the couch. The magazine fell to the floor, and I kicked it under the coffee table with perhaps more force than necessary. "That's where you belong."
I stared at my bag, rummaging through the designer pieces Christopher had bought and my well-loved clothes. My fingers brushed against silk, cotton, and lace - decisions.
"At least pick something that'll make him regret that shower stunt," I muttered, pulling out a matching set of black lingerie. The price tag still made me wince, but I had to admit - it made me feel like a million bucks.
I slipped into the set, adjusting the straps until everything was right. "Take that, magazine model."