The CEO's Contractual Wife

Chapter 31

Olivia

“Can I get up now?” I asked, shifting on his lap.

“Do you want to?” His eyes gleamed with challenge.

No, a traitorous part of me whispered. I wanted to stay right where I was, maybe even rock against him a little more, feel that impressive cock straining toward me…

“Yes,” I lied, forcing myself to sound firm.

Alexander released his hold, allowing me to slide off his lap. The loss of contact left me strangely bereft.

“Shower’s all yours,” he said, leaning back against the headboard with a knowing smirk. “Towels are in the cabinet.”

I rushed to the bathroom, closing the door firmly behind me. Leaning against it, I took several deep breaths, trying to calm my racing heart.

What the hell was wrong with me? One minute, I was annoyed by his arrogance; the next, I was practically melting on his lap. This arrangement was supposed to be business, not… whatever this was.

I turned on the shower, letting the water heat up while I peeled off his t–shirt. My nipples were still hard, and my pussy was embarrassingly wet. All from sitting on his lap for a few minutes.

“Get it together,” I muttered, stepping under the hot spray.

As the water cascaded over me, I tried to think rationally about his offer. Living here would make our charade more convincing. It would eliminate my commute to work. And the penthouse was certainly more luxurious than my cramped apartment.

But it would also mean being around Alexander constantly. Sharing his space, his bed. Dealing with that maddening sexual tension every day.

handle that? More importantly, could I handle it without giving in to the

me?

sure. But as I shampooed my hair with his expensive products, breathing

the bathroom door. It swallowed

peeked out of the bathroom, relieved to find the bedroom empty. No sign of Alexander or his knowing smirk. Good. I needed space to think without his distracting

cinched the oversized robe tighter around my waist and padded across the plush carpet, leaving damp footprints behind me. The hallway

corridor–the boutique room from last night. I pushed it open and slipped inside, wondering if Alexander had left it open

gleamed under the recessed lighting,

neatly arranged lingerie sets in various sizes. Another drawer

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third drawer contained silky

the hell?” I

that Alexander could have brought me here last night instead of giving me his T–shirt to sleep in. He had an entire wardrobe of women’s sleepwear at

shook off the thought and focused on finding something

they might fit. In another drawer, I found bras still in

minutes later, I stood in front of the mirror, fully dressed. The clothes fit perfectly as if they’d been chosen specifically for me. I quickly applied some mascara and lip gloss, running my fingers through

Alexander’s voice came

poking myself in the eye with the mascara wand. “Jesus! Don’t sneak up on

own home?” His

clothing. “And since we’re on the subject, why did you make me wear your t–shirt last

leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over his broad chest. His

you in my clothes. His voice dropped lower. “You looked good wearing

me.”

face. “That’s… that’s not the