Olivia's POV
I closed the bathroom door, still grinning at our banter. The mirror revealed my disheveled state - wrinkled dress, messy hair, and that unmistakable "just-kissed" flush on my cheeks.
"Holy crap." I touched my reflection, taking in the luxury bathroom. Marble everywhere, a shower big enough for a party, and was that a TV built into the mirror? "I could fit my entire apartment in here."
The sound of Christopher on the phone drifted through the door. "Yes, the full breakfast spread. And extra bacon. No, more than that. Trust me."
I smiled, running my fingers through my tangled hair. "At least he listens."
The shower felt like heaven, washing away the remnants of our overnight flight. I took my sweet time under the rainfall showerhead, playing with all the fancy settings until my fingers turned pruney. The body wash smelled expensive - something woodsy and fresh that reminded me of hiking through a forest after rain.