**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 could. “And I wanted to tell you personally how much I enjoy the Red Sea.”
“Is that so?” he asked.
I swallowed hard. He didn’t sound convinced but he nodded and gave me a warm smile.
“You’re always welcome here,” Jesse assured.
“Thank you,” I said, nodding in return.
“If there is anything I can do for you, personally, in regards to your meal, don’t hesitate to ask,” he assured me. His smile suggested a little more than what he offered and I reached for my water, taking a quick sip to avoid answering.