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.”

felt my cheeks

apologize. I like

double meaning wasn’t lost on me. I took another sip of wine, avoiding

changing the subject, “you come here to escape. What are you escaping from

“Expectations, mostly. Everyone wants something from

nice,” I said, surprised by his candor. “Having a place

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

as impressive

his glass. “Though my bathtub here has a much

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 as we watched the waves crash against the shore

that I had to press my thighs together under the table. My body hummed with a desire I

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took another gulp

I said, desperately changing the

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

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bodies constantly brushing against each other as we moved around the space. Each contact sent little jolts of electricity through

dish soap, his chest pressing against my back again. This time, I was sure it wasn’t accidental. His hips aligned

my fingers

sounding sorry at all.

against mine. I should have stepped aside and created some distance, but my body refused to cooperate. Instead, I found myself leaning back slightly, my ass pressing more

only indication that he noticed. His hand came to rest on the counter beside mine, effectively

said, my name a warning and a question

these dishes,” I replied, my voice barely above

we should.” But he still didn’t

we stayed like that, neither advancing nor retreating. The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife. Then,