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

way your lips part when you take a bite.” He

don’t make

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

my cheeks.

taking a bite of his

between us had shifted, becoming charged

name.

your tiramisu?” I asked, desperate to

1/3

taste of mine?” Before I could answer, he held out his fork with

bite anyway. Our eyes locked as my lips

he asked, his voice rougher

for a moment. “Same as mine,

better this

finished our dessert, the silence punctuated only by the clink of forks against plates and

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

came to rest on my knee, a casual touch that

said, setting my own plate aside. “It was exactly what

care of what’s mine,” he replied, his thumb making small circles on

I reminded him but made no move to remove his

contract that

agreeing to marry you.

you’re mine. In private…” He paused, his eyes

my ribs. “I don’t recall any

touch sending sparks through my body. “What would you call

then?”

presumptuous,” I shot back, but my voice lacked

here,” he said suddenly, patting his

blinked at him.

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