Olivia

He glanced around the restaurant, as if checking for eavesdroppers, before meeting my eyes again. "We can talk about it after dinner."

"Okay," I said slowly, trying to read his face. But Alexander had perfected the corporate poker face years ago.

We continued our meal, but the conversation had lost some of its easy flow. I found myself wondering what he wanted to discuss. Work? The arrangement? Something else entirely?

The appetizer arrived, ...