OLIVIA
I glanced sideways at Christian for the umpteenth time and still, he pretended not to notice me staring.
We were in the car en route to my house, and a million questions were still roaming in my mind about the dinner.
I didn't understand why Christian wasn't saying anything.
He didn't even acknowledge the fact that everything we planned had almost gone south today.
All because of him.
Even a simple explanation would have sufficed. But apparently that was too much for him. I mean, why would the city's most eligible playboy and billionaire explain himself to Olivia?
I scoffed, resisting an eye roll.
He just sat there, his usual stoic self as he stared out of the window. Meanwhile, I was still struggling to figure it out myself. Was that freeze-up a part of his plan? Was it som
