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.

adjusting my dress as it

smile. “Are you afraid of me, Olivia? Afraid I might

hand instinctively patted my purse. “But just so you know, I’ve got pepper spray in here, and I won’t hesitate to

to it. I’m

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car purred through the L.A. streets, all sleek 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

Again.

And again.

I couldn’t take it anymore. “Do my tits have something written on them

lips twitched. “Excuse

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? They’re just fat deposits with nipples.

what you

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

“Your breasts aren’t just ‘fat deposits with

what are

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underground garage beneath

an answer,” I muttered as he parked in a spot

and steel stretching toward

on the small of my back, the heat of his palm burning

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

we ascended. I pressed myself against the opposite wall, but there was no escaping his

my question,” I said,

over me. My back hit the elevator wall

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