Chapter 59

Olivia

He led me to the master bedroom at the end of the hall, a sprawling space dominated by a massive bed with ocean views. The sheets were crisp white, and the duvet was a deep navy that matched the accent wall behind the headboard.

“This is where I sleep,” he said simply.

“It’s beautiful,” I said, drawn to the wall of windows overlooking the cliff and ocean below. “Do you ever worry about privacy with all this glass?”

“The nearest neighbor is half a mile away, and the glass is treated. We can see out, but no one can see in.”

“We?” I raised an eyebrow.

Alexander’s lips quirked. “Figure of speech.”

He moved to sliding glass doors that opened onto a private deck extending from the bedroom. Outside, a hot tub bubbled quietly, steam rising into the cool night air.

“For stargazing,” he explained. “Light pollution is minimal here.”

I stepped onto the deck, the wooden boards warm beneath my feet. The vastness of the ocean stretched before us, moonlight creating a silver path across the water.

“It’s incredible.” I breathed.

“Worth every penny,” Alexander agreed, standing close enough that I could feel his body heat. “There’s one more place I want to show you.”

He led me back through the house to another deck on the opposite side. This one featured an infinity pool that seemed to merge with the horizon, glowing blue in the darkness.

“The pool’s heated year–round,” he said. “Nothing like swimming under the stars.”

“You’ve thought of everything,” I said, genuinely impressed.

comfort,” he

escape house in the middle of

His eyes met mine, something unreadable in their depths.

“Starving, I admitted,

“Good. Let’s cook”

the kitchen, Alexander opened the refrigerator and began pulling out ingredients: fresh pasta, cherry tomatoes, basil, garlic, olive

it simple tonight,” he said, setting everything on the marble countertop. “Pasta Pomodoro. Do you

cook?”

said, watching him move confidently

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He handed me a knife and cutting board. “Halve

water and set it on the stove. He moved with surprising grace, each

did you learn to cook?” I asked, curious about his domestic

a heavenly aroma. “A friend of mine is a chef. Taught me the basics

his confident movements and the way his hands worked with practiced ease. “Must be a good

best,” he replied, not elaborating

to teach him these skills. The thought sent me an unexpected pang of jealousy, which I quickly

cheese,”

aroma. Alexander moved behind me to reach for

murmured, though he didn’t

keeping my eyes on

stayed close, grating cheese onto a small plate beside me. I could feel his body heat and smell his cologne mixed with the garlic and tomatoes. The kitchen suddenly felt

leaning over my shoulder

They’re starting to

breath tickled my ear, making goosebumps rise

water began to boil over, and I moved quickly to turn down the heat,

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