He placed a large hand on Olivia Wynne's neck, then guided her head closer to his own. His thin, sensual lips met hers in a light peck.
"Is this what you were hoping for?"
His lips left hers, and he rested his forehead against hers, asking softly.
Her heart started to pound wildly again. Olivia Wynne didn't dare to look into Zachary Fairchild's eyes. She lowered her gaze to the ground, her hand pressed against his chest. "Um… it's getting late. I need to get to the set. Bye."
Without waiting for Zachary's reply, Olivia immediately jogged toward the set.
Zachary stood in place and watched for a moment. Once Olivia was out of sight, he lightly touched his lips, a faint smile gracing his own.
...
When Zoya Doyle saw Olivia Wynne coming off the set, she immediately walked over with a drink.
"Olivia, have some water."
Olivia was dressed in a historical costume, sweat trickling down her temples. She took the water from Zoya and thanked her softly, "Yeah, thank you."
