Chapter 166

Olivia

Alexander was in pajama bottoms, his chest bare. I tried not to stare at the defined muscles of his torso as he moved around the room.

“So,” he said, running a hand through his hair, “I’ve been meaning to tell you something.”

“Hmm?” I was busy collecting my dress from the floor and hanging it up properly.

“I need to go to Europe next week. London, Paris, and Milan. Meetings with international investors and a potential acquisition.”

I turned to face him, my interest piqued. “Oh? For how long?”

“Ten days,” he said, sitting on the edge of the bed. “And I want you to come with me.”

“Me?” I asked, surprised by the invitation. “Won’t you be working most of the time?”

Alexander nodded. “During the days, yes. But evenings would be ours.”

The prospect of exploring European cities with Alexander was undeniably appealing. “What about my work? The Thompson account just launched.”

“Already cleared it with Michelle. You can work remotely when needed, but mostly it would be time for us. You deserve a break.”

I walked over to the bed and sat beside him. “Ten days in Europe does sound amazing.”

“So that’s a yes?” His eyes held a hopeful gleam that made my heart do a little flip.

go to Europe.

make all the arrangements.” He leaned over and pressed a kiss to my shoulder.

I teased. “You’re really selling

pasta. It will ruin you

on the bed. “Sounds dangerous. I might never

be a shame,” Alexander said, lying down beside me. “I’d have

home.”

I turned to face him. “You’d

involved in losing a wife would be astronomical. Much easier to

his arm playfully. “Ever the

to his lips, his

me off guard. “I’d miss you too,” I admitted, surprising myself with

confession hanging

Any specific requests for our

Louvre in Paris, definitely. And I’ve

want. I’ve been to these cities dozens of times for business,

telling me you’ve been to Paris multiple times and

from a distance.

It’s like going to New York and not seeing the

I’ve also never done,” he

is that

Not a lot of time for sightseeing when you’re closing

All work

am I?” he asked, one

Absolutely. The most boring

pinning me to the bed with

his hold. “Never. It’s the truth. You probably have spreadsheets instead of vacation

spots,” Alexander protested, his grip on my wrists tightening just enough to send a thrill down my

really? Name three vacation activities that

Hiking in

challenged, raising an eyebrow. “You’re making

“I have photographic evidence.”

“Show me then.”

his gallery before holding up a photo of himself in scuba gear, the crystal blue waters of

behind him.

point for you,” I conceded. “But I bet you were there for

silence confirmed my suspicion,

woman in your hotel

at my words. “Is

I wrong?”

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