The CEO's Contractual Wife

Chapter 14

Chapter 14

Olivia

We finished our dessert in silence, the tension building with each bite. By the time the chef cleared our plates, my skin felt too tight, and every nerve ended on high alert.

“Thank you, Antoine. You’ve outdone yourself,” Alexander said, standing to shake the chef’s hand. “That will be all for tonight.”

The chef bowed slightly. “Very good, sir. I’ve left everything prepared for breakfast, should you need it.”

The implication in those words wasn’t lost on me. How many women had sat where I was sitting? How many had stayed for breakfast?

After the chef left, Alexander turned to me. “Would you like a tour?”

“Sure,” I said, standing too quickly and feeling the wine rush to my head. “Lead the way.”

He showed me through the penthouse, starting with a home office with sweeping views of the city-views so mes- merizing they would surely make concentration impossible. Next was a gym that rivaled the commercial one I fre- quented, equipped with every machine and gadget imaginable. Then, we moved on to a theater room with plush seats arranged in perfect tiers, designed for ultimate comfort and an immersive viewing experience.

“How many bedrooms does this place have?” I asked, trying to sound casual.

“Three. My master suite, a guest room, and one I use as a secondary office.”

“And how many women have you brought here?” The question slipped out before I could stop it.

Alexander paused, turning to face me. “Does that matter?”

“No,” I lied. “Just curious how many women have gotten the billionaire treatment before me.”

“Fewer than you might think.” His eyes held mine. “This isn’t a routine for me, Olivia.”

“Right.” I rolled my eyes. “I’m special. I bet you say that to all the girls.”

“Actually, I don’t.” His voice hardened slightly. “I don’t bring women here often. This space is private.”

I doing here then?” I challenged, crossing

my cleavage before returning to my face.

“Enlighten me.”

to convince you

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Chapter 14

I supposed to get wet over your square

“I’m showing you a

gilded cage is

you think this would be?” He stepped closer, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from his

you call it? You want to buy

a mutually beneficial arrangement,” he corrected. “One that would solve my

is standing

up. “Am I

bumping into

asked, his voice dropping to a dangerous

as I realized the double entendre. “That’s not what

beside my head,

us were all going to my head. I needed to re- member why I was here. This wasn’t a date. This was a business

tion.

my boss. And you’re asking me to marry

about me?” His face was inches from

Not junior marketing executives who live in apart- ments with leaky faucets

cheek, sending sparks racing across my

heart pounded against my ribs like it was trying to escape. Alexander leaned in, his breath

my ear.

I lied, my voice

curve of my jaw, inhaling deeply. “You don’t smell

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