Olivia's POV
I lounged on Christopher's plush couch, sinking into its leather embrace as I sipped a glass of ridiculously expensive wine. The sun had begun its descent, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink visible through the floor-to-ceiling windows. This wasn't my first rodeo at his mansion, but damn if it didn't still take my breath away.
"You sure you don't want help?" I called out, eyeing Christopher's back as he bustled around the kitchen.
He turned, flashing me that million-dollar smile. "Relax, darling. I've got this under control."
I quirked an eyebrow, swirling the wine in my glass. "Uh-huh. And I'm supposed to believe that whatever you're cooking up is actually going to be edible?"
"I'll have you know I'm quite the chef."
"Sure, if by 'chef' you mean '
