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.”

food like a

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

make

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

flooded my cheeks.

taking a

but the air between

name.

I asked,

1/3

Want a taste of mine?” Before I could answer,

share food from his fork, yet I leaned forward and accepted the bite anyway. Our eyes locked as my lips closed around the fork, and I saw his

asked, his voice rougher

form words for

better this way,” he

only by the clink of forks against plates

acutely aware of every movement Alexander made, the way his throat worked when he swallowed, how his fingers curled around his wineglass,

hand came to rest on my knee, a casual touch

for dinner,” I said, setting my own plate

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

but made

contract that says

to marry

mine. In private…” He paused, his eyes dropping

ribs.

traced idle patterns on my thigh, each touch sending sparks through

then?”

being presumptuous,” I shot back,

here,” he said

blinked at

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