The CEO's Contractual Wife

Chapter 12

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.

was expecting a public place,” I said, adjusting my dress as it rode up my thighs.

lips curled into a smile. “Are you afraid of me,

purse. “But just so you know, I’ve got pepper spray in here, and I won’t hesitate to use it

anything unless you agree to it. I’m many things,

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him, my voice firmer than I felt. “That’s

back on the road. “Dinner

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power and expensive engineering. I tried to focus on 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

Again.

And again.

time, I couldn’t take it anymore. “Do my

twitched. “Excuse

keep staring at my breasts.” I adjusted the neckline of my dress, which only seemed to draw his attention back to them. “What is it with men and tits anyway?

what

they? I mean, half the population has them. They’re literally everywhere. Billboards, movies, Instagram.” I waved my hand dismissively. “Yet men act like they’ve discovered

steering wheel. “Your breasts aren’t just ‘fat deposits

what

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into an underground garage beneath a towering high-rise, smoothly avoiding my

I muttered as he parked in a spot marked

was imposing, all glass and steel stretching toward

on the small of my back, the heat of his

private elevator, and he pressed the button for the top floor. The doors closed with a soft hiss, trap- ping us in the confined space together. His cologne filled my nostrils-something expensive and masculine, a blend of

elevator lurched upward, my stomach dropping as we ascended. I pressed myself against the opposite wall, but there was

my question,” I

stepped closer, towering over me. My back hit the elevator

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