Olivia's POV
The car glided out of the garage, smooth as silk. Christopher's hand returned to my thigh, making me jump.
"What happened to keeping your hands to yourself while driving?"
"I said no promises." His thumb traced lazy circles on my skin. "Besides, I'm an excellent multitasker."
I shifted in my seat, trying to ignore the heat of his touch. "What if someone sees us?"
"In a car with tinted windows?"
"No, I mean..." I gestured vaguely at the bustling streets ahead. "What if someone recognizes you? Takes pictures? Next thing you know, we're trending on social media: 'Billionaire Producer Christopher Wallace Caught With Mystery Woman.'"
He pulled a baseball cap from the console and slipped it on. "That's what these are for." He grabbed sunglasses next, sliding them on one-handed. "The classic disguise."
"Very Clark Kent of you."