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.”

23)

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 cheeks warm.

apologize. I like watching you enjoy

I took another

here to escape. What are you escaping

something from me. The board, my family, the press. Here,

said, surprised by his candor.

about you? Where

Not quite as impressive as an oceanfront property, but it

his glass. “Though my bathtub here has

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 through those floor–to–ceiling

to press my thighs together under the table. My body hummed with a desire I hadn’t felt in

1/3

Chapter 60

took another gulp of

is amazing.” I said, desperately changing

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

23)

The kitchen felt even smaller now, our bodies constantly brushing against each other as we moved around the

past me for the dish soap, his chest pressing against my back again. This time, I was sure it

the plate slipping from my fingers into the sink

murmured, not sounding sorry at all.

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

he noticed. His hand came

a warning and a question all

replied,

should.” But he still

The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife. Then, as if coming to his