The next morning, Olivia stormed into my office, her expression set and determined. Before I could even greet her, she plopped herself into the chair across from me, crossing her arms.
“I’m ready,” she announced.
I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Ready for what?”
“For your ridiculous contract marriage,” she said, her tone firm. “But I have a few conditions.”
I leaned back in my chair, a smirk forming on my face. “Oh? And what might those be, Ms. Rebellion?”
She held up a finger. “First, no physical contact. That means no touching, no hugging, and definitely no kissing.”
I blinked, my smirk faltering. “No kissing? That’s ridiculous. We’re supposed to look like a real couple.”
“That’s not my problem,” she shot back, her chin raised. “Figure it out.”
I narrowed my eyes, but before I co
