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

He turned to face me fully, one arm draped over the steering wheel. “Or

him, my body still humming with unwanted

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corners of his mouth. “The offer stands. I

car’s interior suddenly felt too small,

tomorrow.” I said, reaching

voice was

out of the car, feeling his eyes on

I stepped inside. I kicked off my heels, letting them clatter against the wall. The red dress clung to my sweaty

my feet like

my bra, sighing with relief as they were finally free. I peeled

flopped onto my

I opened Emilia’s chat.

Me: You up?

dots appeared, indicating

Emilia: Yeah, what’s up?

debating whether to tell her about Alexander’s

even considering it. Or maybe she’d tell me to

bizarre, too complicated.

Nothing major. What

in the shower. How are you holding up? Any

bluntness. Emilia never

I’m good,

girl! You know what they say, the best way to get over someone is to get under

Me: EMILIA!

What? Just saying! Plenty of hot guys out there who’d kill to

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