"Hey baby," Logan greeted as soon as Olivia stepped into the restaurant, his deep, velvety voice sending a shiver down her spine. The restaurant was elegantly decorated with dim lighting, crystal chandeliers, and plush velvet seating, creating an intimate and luxurious ambiance. Logan gave her a warm smile and a gentle kiss on the cheek, a polite gesture for their first date, but his voice still carried a smooth, sexy charm that made her heart race.

Logan wore an expensive-looking two-piece suit tailored to perfection and exuding sophistication. His hair, a rich brown, was styled neatly, framing his chiseled features. He looked great, with an intense gaze that hinted at depth and intelligence, even though he didn't resemble a Hollywood star. Logan was a few inches taller than Olivia and appeared friendly. He didn't have the typical alpha male look; however, his good looks were undeniable, complemented by his gym-toned body that filled out his suit nicely. His sharp jawline and well-groomed appearance gave him an air of refined elegance, making him stand out in the elegant restaurant setting.

Olivia had dated guys more handsome than Logan, but those relationships never lasted more than a year. The problem was that those guys thought about their looks more than anything else. Some weren't financially stable and only cared about clubbing and partying. Most of them lacked goals, and some guys were cheaters. These guys were so good-looking that they could have any girl they wanted, so they treated cheating as no big deal.

There was a time when Olivia also wasn't serious about relationships. She was a good-looking girl. Many handsome boys found her attractive. But after she met Logan, she decided to be serious because he acted like a gentleman and was wealthy. It wasn't easy to find someone like him. Logan had also explicitly told her he was looking forward to settling down as soon as possible and wasn't interested in wasting time with casual relationships.

They approached their table. A waiter appeared and graciously pulled out Olivia's chair for her. Logan took his seat across from her, and the waiter handed them each a menu before discreetly stepping away. White linens covered the table. A small vase of fresh roses sat in the center. Soft candlelight flickered gently, illuminating the polished silverware and sparkling crystal glasses. The subtle aroma of gourmet dishes wafted through the air. It enhanced the intimate and refined atmosphere.

"Wow! You look great. You look better than your photos," Logan said with a smile, his voice deep and smooth, sending a shiver down Olivia's spine.

"You also look handsome," Olivia replied with a flirting smile.

"So, is purple your favorite color?" he asked, his eyes twinkling with genuine curiosity.

"Well, I love every color. I sometimes color my hair, and I chose purple a few days ago, so I wanted to wear something to match," Olivia said, casually flipping her hair over her shoulder.

"That's cool. I like your fashion sense, especially that sexy dress," Logan said, his voice hinting at admiration that made Olivia's heart flutter. Logan kept complimenting Olivia so much that she almost forgot to return the favor, lost in the warmth of his words.

"So Logan, where did you grow up?" Olivia changed the subject, feeling overwhelmed by Logan's non-stop praise.

"I grew up in Chicago. How about you?" Logan asked, leaning in slightly.

"I'm from New York," Olivia said.

"New York? The Big Apple!" Logan's eyes lit up. "Wow, that's great," He added, maintaining eye contact that excited her. His gaze also made her nervous.

After a brief pause, Olivia's curiosity got the better of her. "So, you mentioned you're in business, but you didn't tell me much about it," She said, intrigued by the mystery surrounding him.

"It's just business. Nothing too interesting. I don't think you'd want to hear about that," Logan said, downplaying it with a modest shrug. His tone was casual, but there was a hint of something else beneath the surface.

"What kind of business?" Olivia pressed, genuinely curious.

"We import stuff from other countries and sell it here," he said. His tone remained casual, but a spark of pride gleamed in his eyes.

"What kind of stuff?" Olivia asked again, her tone tinged with curiosity and a hint of irritation. Olivia felt frustrated. Olivia felt frustrated. Logan seemed unwilling to reveal his actual business.

"Spices," He finally confessed. His cheerful expression faded, but his eyes still twinkled with amusement.

"Why is it so difficult for you to just say that?" Olivia questioned, her annoyance now more apparent.

Logan seemed to sense Olivia's irritation, his smile reflecting her mood. "You know, some people don't think it's a particularly glamorous business,"

"Who are these people that don't think it's cool?" Olivia probed further.

"Some of the girls I've dated in the past," he admitted with a shrug.

Before Olivia could inquire further, their conversation was interrupted by the arrival of their waiter.

"Good evening. My name is Mark, and I'll be your server tonight. Can I start you off with something to drink?" he asked with a friendly smile.

Logan glanced at Olivia, deferring to her choice. "What would you like?"

"I think I'll have a glass of Chardonnay," she decided.

"Excellent choice," Logan agreed before turning to the waiter. "I'll have a glass of Cabernet Sauvignon, please."

As they waited for the waiter to leave, Olivia took the opportunity to broach a different topic. "So, are you going to ask me about my body count?" she quipped, referencing the trending topic of women's body counts on social media.

Logan's expression shifted, betraying a hint of discomfort at her question.

"What?" he asked, his curiosity piqued.

"You know, on social media, everyone's obsessed with women's body counts, so men are always asking about them," Olivia explained.

"Really? That sounds ridiculous," Logan responded, a puzzled expression crossing his face.

"Haven't you seen all those posts on Instagram and everywhere else?" Olivia asked, genuinely surprised.

"Well, I don't have any social media accounts. I never really have time for that stuff," Logan admitted.

"Seriously? But don't you use social media to advertise your products?" Olivia inquired, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh, no, we don't need to do that. We have plenty of genuine buyers," Logan replied, his tone conspiratorial as he winked as if sharing a secret.

Olivia couldn't help but find Logan's wink endearing. She smiled shyly and replied, "Okay."

As Olivia observed Logan during their conversation, she realized her initial impression of him as shy was misplaced. He didn't share many personal details, but he was funny and confident, a pleasant surprise.

"So, what's your body count?" Olivia brought up the topic again, unable to resist.

Logan glanced around, then back at Olivia. "Are you sure this is a common question?" he asked, a hint of uncertainty in his voice.

"At least on social media," she affirmed. "I'll tell you mine too, so don't worry about it," she reassured him, noticing his surprise.

"Okay then, go ahead," Logan consented, looking somewhat taken aback.

"Just out of curiosity, are you religious?" Olivia asked, suddenly concerned that perhaps Logan's discomfort stemmed from a conservative upbringing or beliefs. She wondered if he might be a virgin, which could explain his unease.

"No, not really," he replied.

"Okay, well, mine's about five," Olivia lied, deciding not to disclose her actual number, which was higher. She didn't want to risk judgment from Logan.

"Really? You have a higher body count than me," Logan remarked, looking slightly shocked and disappointed. Olivia had assumed Logan might have a higher count, considering his wealth. In her experience, wealthy men often had a reputation for being playboys.

"Oh, well, what about you?" Olivia asked, feeling a pang of regret for bringing up the topic. She worried that Logan might be judging her now, thinking she was promiscuous.

"Mine's three," Logan whispered, his tone almost sheepish.

"Oh, okay," Olivia murmured, realizing why Logan had been uncomfortable discussing their body counts.

An awkward silence fell between them, the air thick with unspoken thoughts and judgments. Olivia fidgeted with her napkin, desperately wishing she could take back the entire conversation. Logan seemed lost in his thoughts, his gaze fixed on a point somewhere beyond their table.

Mark returned with their drinks, interrupting the tense moment. "Here are your drinks. Are you ready to order, or do you need a few more minutes?" he asked, breaking the tension.

Logan glanced at Olivia. "Do you have any preferences?"

Olivia offered a smile. "Why don't we start with some appetizers? How about the shrimp cocktail and truffle fries?"

Logan nodded. "Sounds perfect. I think I'll have the filet mignon for my main course. What about you?"

"I'll have the seared scallops," Olivia replied.

Mark took note of their orders. "Great choices. I'll get these started for you."

Relieved by the interruption, Olivia silently hinted at herself for bringing up such a trivial topic. Logan seemed distant now, and Olivia vowed never to broach the subject again.

As Olivia sipped her wine, she noticed Logan stealing glances at her, his expression inscrutable.

"I'd like to have my shop one day," Olivia ventured, hoping to steer the conversation away from her earlier blunder. But Logan's demeanor remained somber.

"That's great," he replied, but his mind seemed elsewhere.

"How about you?" Olivia pressed, trying to restore their earlier rapport.

"Well, I just want to find more distributors. It's hard to find genuine people nowadays," he replied, his tone shifting from romantic to businesslike.

Despite their efforts to engage in conversation, it didn't flow as smoothly as before. Olivia tried to mask her disappointment, knowing it was her fault for ruining the atmosphere.

As Mark brought their food, Logan grew increasingly silent, lost in thought. Olivia couldn't shake the feeling that he was contemplating ending their date already. Logan furrowed his brow. He avoided Olivia's gaze and gave monosyllabic responses, pointing to his discomfort. She couldn't believe she had managed to sabotage her first date with Logan over such a trivial topic.