The CEO's Contractual Wife

Chapter 60

Olivia

“Looks amazing,” I said, my voice coming out huskier than intended.

“Wait until you taste it.” Alexander handed me a plate and grabbed his wine glass. “Let’s eat outside.”

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I followed him to the deck, where a table overlooked the ocean. The moon cast a silver path across the water, and the sound of waves crashing against the rocks below created a peaceful soundtrack.

We sat across from each other, and I twirled some pasta onto my fork, taking a bite. The flavors exploded in my mouth: sweet tomatoes, sharp cheese, perfectly al dente pasta.

“Oh my god, I moaned, unable to help myself. “This is incredible.”

Alexander’s eyes darkened slightly. “I told you.”

“Seriously, you could open a restaurant.”

Tll stick to running my company,” he said with a small smile. “Cooking is just a hobby.”

We ate in comfortable silence for a while, the food too good to interrupt with conversation. I caught Alexander watching me

a few times, his gaze intense in a way that made heat pool in my belly.

“What?” I finally asked after the third time I caught him staring.

You enjoy your food enthusiastically,” he said, his voice dropping an octave. “It’s distracting.”

my

like watching you

on me. I took another sip

“you come here to escape. What are you escaping from

twirling pasta thoughtfully. “Expectations, mostly. Everyone wants something from me. The board, my family, the press. Here, I can

be nice,” I said, surprised by his candor.

He refilled our wine glasses. “What about you? Where do you go when you

Not quite as impressive

the rim of his glass. “Though

of me in his bathtub, possibly with him naked, flashed through my mind unbidden. Steam rose around our bodies, his hands skimming over my wet skin, my back against his chest

I had to press my thighs together under the table. My body hummed with a desire I hadn’t felt in longer than I cared to admit, making it hard to remember all the reasons this was a terrible

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took another

pasta really is amazing.” I said, desperately

smiled knowingly but allowed the deflection. “Glad you like it. Simple food done well

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cleared the plates together. The kitchen felt even smaller now, our bodies constantly brushing against each other as we moved around the space. Each contact sent little jolts of

pressing against my back again. This time, I was sure it wasn’t accidental. His hips aligned perfectly with

froze, the plate slipping from my fingers into the sink with a

Alexander murmured, not sounding

stepped aside and created some distance, but my body refused to

breath behind me was the only indication that he noticed. His hand

said, my name a warning and a question all at

finish these dishes,” I replied, my voice barely above a

should.” But he still didn’t

stayed like that, neither advancing nor retreating. The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife. Then, as if coming to his senses, Alexander stepped