The CEO's Contractual Wife

Chapter 25

Chapter 25

Olivia

The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open to his penthouse. He gestured for me to exit first, his hand hovering at the small of my back without quite touching me.

“This way,” he said, leading me past the living area I’d seen during our dinner.

We walked down a hallway I hadn’t explored before, passing several closed doors until Alexander stopped at the end of the corridor. He pressed his palm against a sleek panel on the wall, and the door slid open silently.

“What the fuck?” I blurted, stepping into what looked like a high-end boutique.

The room was massive, easily the size of my entire apartment. Racks of clothing lined the walls, with dresses, skirts, and blouses all organized by color and style. Glass cases displayed jewelry and accessories. A three-way mirror domi- nated one corner, with a raised platform in front of it.

“You have an entire store in your penthouse?” I turned to Alexander, who looked completely unfazed by my shock.

“I like my guests to have options,” he said simply.

“Options?” I echoed, running my fingers along a rack of dresses that probably cost more than my monthly salary. “This is insane. How many women have you brought here?”

“Enough.” His tone made it clear the subject was closed.

I tried to ignore the pang of jealousy that shot through me. What did I care how many women he’d slept with? This was business, not romance.

“See anything you like?” Alexander asked, moving deeper into the room.

I shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant despite my racing heart. “It’s all a bit much.”

He ran his fingers along a rack of dresses, stopping at a midnight blue number that shimmered under the recessed lighting. “This one,” he said decisively, pulling it from the rack.

The dress was stunning. A silky, form-fitting piece with a plunging neckline and an open back that would dip danger- ously low. I swallowed hard.

“I’m not wearing that.”

“Why not?” He held it against me, his knuckles brushing against my collarbone. “It’s perfect.”

“It’s practically transparent.”

“It’s Versace.”

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don’t care if it’s made by God himself,” I shot back. “I’m not going out in public wearing

ass.”

ers my

He replaced the dress and selected a red number with a more mod- est neckline

it warily. “Has someone

flipped the tag hanging from the sleeve. “Everything here is new.

the price tag and nearly

“Is that a problem?”

“It’s obscene.”

“Quality costs money.” He handed me the dress. “You’ll need

face heated. “I’m wearing

chest, lingering long enough to make my

array of lingerie still in

as

would you know

again, slowly, taking in every curve.

hotter. “I need a fitting

“There isn’t one.”

I glanced around the massive space. “How can you have all this but

isn’t a department store, Olivia. It’s my home.” His voice dropped lower.

front of you?” My voice

stipulate physical relations,” he reminded me, his

tonight,” I snapped. “Turn around or

jaw tightened, a flicker of irritation crossing his face. For a moment,

take too long.

and I released the breath I’d been holding. My hands trembled slightly as

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