CHAPTER 185

  Olivia's POV

  I wrapped up the final scene, still buzzing from our earlier encounter in Christopher's office. The LED walls powered down, plunging the set into normal lighting.

  "Ready to go?" Christopher appeared beside me, car keys dangling from his fingers.

  "Just let me grab my stuff." I collected my phone and purse from my trailer, catching my reflection in the mirror. My cheeks still held a hint of flush from earlier.

  The drive to his mansion felt different this time—less intimidating and more intimate. His hand found mine across the center console, his thumb tracing circles on my palm.

  "Something smells amazing," I said as we walked through the front door. Rich aromas of garlic and herbs filled the air.

  "The chef is preparing something special tonight." Christopher's hand slid to my lower back, guiding me toward the kitchen.