Chapter 12

His eyes locked on mine as I approached, then dropped to take in my dress. His jaw tightened.

“Olivia.” My name sounded like sin on his lips. “You look… delicious.”

Heat flooded my cheeks. “Thank you. You clean up pretty well yourself.”

“I thought about sending a car,” he said, opening the passenger door. “But I wanted to see your face when you came outside.”

“And what does my face tell you?” I asked, sliding into the leather seat.

He leaned in, his cologne making my head swim. “That you’re wondering if this is a mistake.”

The door closed before I could respond. I watched him walk around the front of the car, his confident stride making my pussy clench involuntarily.

He slid behind the wheel and turned to me. “It’s not, by the way.”

“What’s not?”

“A mistake.” His eyes dropped to my breasts. “That dress certainly isn’t.”

I crossed my legs, aware of how the fabric rode up my thighs. “Where are we going?”

“Somewhere private.” He started the car. “I thought about a restaurant, but I don’t want to share you with a room full of people tonight.”

The way he said “share you” sent a shiver down my spine.

“I have a reservation at my penthouse,” he continued, pulling into traffic. “My chef is preparing dinner.”

“Your personal chef?” I couldn’t keep the surprise from my voice.

“Is that a problem?” His eyes flicked to me briefly.

dress as it rode up my thighs. “You

curled into a smile. “Are you afraid of

know, I’ve got pepper spray in here, and

it. I’m many

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to dinner,” I reminded him, my voice firmer than I felt. “That’s

nodded, eyes back on the

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the passing lights outside, but kept feeling his eyes on me. When I glanced over, Alexander’s gaze darted back to the road, but not before I caught him staring at

Again.

And again.

anymore. “Do my tits have something written on

lips twitched.

to draw his attention back to them. “What is it with men and tits anyway? They’re just

what you

them. They’re literally everywhere. Billboards, movies, Instagram.” I waved my hand dismissively. “Yet men act like they’ve discovered buried treasure every

whitened on the steering wheel. “Your breasts aren’t

what are

L

He pulled into an underground garage beneath a towering high-rise, smoothly

as he parked

imposing, all glass and steel

guided me with his hand on the small of my back, the heat of his palm

the top floor. The doors closed with a soft hiss, trap- ping us in the confined space together. His

upward, my stomach dropping as we ascended. I pressed myself against the opposite wall, but there was no escaping his presence or that

never answered my question,”

hit the elevator wall as

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