**Olivia POV

The hostess at the Red Sea sat me in a corner booth. I was grateful for the privacy since my cheeks were burning from what I was about to do. As the owner, Jesse was bound to be around somewhere. When I saw him, I waved him over.

“Olivia, back so soon?” Jesse asked, arching a single eyebrow at me.

“Your Steak au Poivre was just so delicious last time, I wanted to try it again.” I gave him the most convincing smile I ...