Olivia’s POV.

“I love you.” His voice was muffled, his lips pressed against my neck.

“Mr. Russo, your table is ready.” The hostess interrupted us before I had a chance to comment, or even reply to Marcell.

Taking my hand, Marcell led me to follow the hostess of the steakhouse that he had instructed Hal to take me too. Though my body was physically following Marcell, my mind was still very much so present back in the bar. Levitating around those three ...