Chapter 206

Olivia POV

The room service arrived with a chocolate cake that was so rich it probably violated some kind of health code, along with two glasses of port. We settled onto the enormous sofa, Alexander's arm draped casually over my shoulders.

The movie was gloriously awful. The special effects looked like they'd been done on someone's laptop, and the acting was so wooden I suspected the performers might actually be trees in disguise.

"Oh my god," I gasped as the lead actress ran from CGI bees in four-inch heels. "Who runs from killer insects in stilettos?"

"Someone with commitment to fashion over survival," Alexander replied, feeding me a bite of cake.

"She just tripped over nothing. Literally nothing. There was flat pavement, and she fell."

"Perhaps she'