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.”

just enjoying my food like

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

make sounds,”

absolutely do. Little moans. Sighs.” He leaned closer. “I wonder if you make similar noises

flooded my cheeks.

a bite

the air between us had shifted, becoming

name.

I asked, desperate to break the

1/3

Before I could answer, he held

an intimate gesture to share food from his fork, yet I leaned forward and accepted the bite anyway. Our eyes locked as my lips

his

unable to form words for a

better

by the clink of forks against

his throat worked when he swallowed, how his fingers

set his empty plate down, his hand came to rest

for dinner,” I said, setting my own plate aside. “It

take care of what’s mine,” he replied, his thumb

him but made no move to remove

signed a contract that says

marry you.

mine. In private…” He

heart hammered against my ribs. “I don’t

each touch sending sparks through my

then?”

back, but my voice

here,” he said suddenly, patting his

blinked at him. “Excuse

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