Chapter 17

Olivia

Alexander got in and started the car. “You’re quiet,” he observed as he pulled into traffic.

“Just thinking.”

“About?”

“About how fucking insane this whole situation is,” I said, turning to look at him. “You’re my boss. You’ve offered me a marriage contract worth millions of dollars. And now we just had dinner at your penthouse, where you cooked for me-”

“My chef cooked for us,” he corrected.

“Whatever. The point is, none of this is normal.”

“Normal is overrated,” Alexander said, his eyes locked on mine as he navigated through the quiet streets of LA.

“So is being cryptic,” I shot back. “Yet here you are, mastering the art.”

His lips quirked up at the corner. “You think I’m being cryptic? I’m the most straightforward man you’ll ever meet.”

“Right. Because normal men propose marriage contracts to women they barely know.”

“I never claimed to be normal.” He glanced over before returning to the road. “And I think you’re less normal than you pretend to be.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means,” he said, turning onto my street, “that a normal woman wouldn’t be considering my offer. She’d have slapped me and walked out.”

“Who says I’m considering it?”

“The fact that you’re sitting in my car right now.” He pulled up to the curb outside my building and cut the engine. “The fact that you wore that dress.”

cheeks. “Maybe I just wanted a

arm draped over the steering wheel. “Or

body still humming with unwanted attraction. “I’m only Miss Morgan.

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a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “The

interior suddenly felt

you tomorrow.” I said, reaching for the door

His voice was a caress in the

out of the car, feeling his eyes on my

them clatter

body, pooling at my feet like expensive liquid. I stepped out of it, scooped it up, and tossed it over the

breasts felt heavy as I unhooked my bra, sighing with relief as they were finally free. I peeled off

dressed, I flopped onto

I opened Emilia’s chat.

Me: You up?

appeared, indicating she

Emilia: Yeah, what’s up?

the screen, debating whether to tell

even considering it. Or maybe she’d tell me to go for it. Emilia had

tell her. Not yet. This was too bizarre, too complicated. I needed to make this decision

Nothing major. What are you up

At Jake’s place. He’s in the shower. How are you holding

at her bluntness. Emilia never

good,

know what they say, the best way to get over someone is to get

Me: EMILIA!

guys

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