The CEO's Contractual Wife

Chapter 46

Chapter 46

Olivia

I took another sip of wine, letting the rich flavor coat my tongue. “This food is incredible. I can’t believe Giorgio’s made this

for takeout.”

“I told you, they make exceptions for me.” Alexander reached for his wine glass, his fingers brushing mine in the process. “I find most establishments are willing to bend their rules for the right incentive.”

“Is that how you approach everything in life? Throwing money at problems until they go away?”

“Not everything. Some problems require a more… hands–on approach.”

The way he said “hands–on” made my skin tingle. I cleared my throat and reached for the tiramisu container, needing a distraction.

“Dessert?” I offered, prying open the lid.

“Always.” His eyes held mine, making it clear we weren’t just talking about food.

I broke eye contact first, focusing on dividing the tiramisu onto two plates. My hands weren’t quite steady, and I silently cursed myself for reacting so strongly to him.

“This looks amazing,” Lsaid, passing him a plate and deliberately avoiding his fingers this time.

“Giorgio’s pastry chef trained in Florence,” Alexander replied, accepting the dessert. “He refuses to share his tiramisu recipe, even with me.”

“Even with the great Alexander Carter?” I teased, taking a bite and closing my eyes at the perfect balance of coffee, mascarpone, and cocoa. “God, that’s good.”

When I opened my eyes, Alexander was watching me with an intensity that made my skin prickle with awareness.

“What?” I asked, suddenly self–conscious.

“You make the most fascinating expressions when you eat.” His voice had dropped lower. “It’s… distracting.”

my food like a

you take a bite.” He took a sip of wine, eyes never leaving

make sounds,” I

moans. Sighs.” He leaned closer. “I wonder

flooded my cheeks.

a bite of his

moments, but the air between us had

name.

asked, desperate

1/3

I could answer, he

from his fork, yet I leaned forward and accepted the bite

he asked, his voice rougher

unable to form words for a moment. “Same

it tastes better this

finished our dessert, the silence punctuated only by the clink

his throat worked when he swallowed, how his fingers curled around

his hand came to rest on my knee,

own plate aside. “It was

mine,” he replied, his thumb making small circles

him but made no move

a contract

to marry you. Not to belong

you’re mine. In private…” He paused, his eyes dropping to my lips. “Well, that’s what

ribs. “I don’t recall any

traced idle patterns on my thigh, each touch sending sparks through my body. “What would

then?”

shot back,

said suddenly, patting his

at

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