OliviaThe night air was cool against my skin as we made our way back to the pool. The water was illuminated from below, casting an ethereal blue glow across the terrace. Without a word, Alexander pulled his shirt over his head and stepped out of his shorts, diving naked into the water. He surfaced, pushing wet hair from his eyes. "Coming in?" I hesitated only briefly before slipping my sundress over my head and unhooking my bikini top. Alexander's eyes never left me as I slid the bottoms down my legs and stepped to the edge of the pool. I slipped into the water, gasping slightly at the contrast with the cool night air. Alexander's arms immediately encircled me, his body warm against mine beneath the surface. "Cold?" he asked, pulling me closer. "Not anymore," I replied, wrapping my legs around his waist as he backed us toward the edge of the pool. His lips found mine in a hungry kiss, hands roaming freely over my wet skin. I gasped as his fingers slid between my thighs, teasing
OliviaFriday afternoon found us speeding along the Pacific Coast Highway, windows down and music playing. Alexander looked relaxed behind the wheel, one hand resting casually on the steering wheel, the other occasionally reaching over to squeeze my knee. "So, are you going to tell me more about this Malibu house?" I asked, watching the ocean glitter alongside the highway. "And ruin the surprise? Not a chance." He grinned, sunglasses hiding his eyes. "Just trust me." "The last time you said 'trust me,' I ended up zip-lining across a canyon in the island." "And wasn't it exhilarating?" "Terrifying is the word I'd use." Alexander's phone buzzed with an incoming call. He glanced at the display before silencing it. "Work can wait until Monday." "Look at you, ignoring calls. Who are you and what have you done with my workaholic husband?" "I'm evolving," he said with mock seriousness. "Becoming a more balanced individual." "Uh-huh." I wasn't convinced. "Let's see how long that last
Olivia"That's not what I meant," he said quickly. "Isn't it?" I challenged. "You're implying that I have all this free time to read trashy novels while you're too busy running your empire." "Olivia, that's not—" "Because I've been working just as hard on the Thompson account," I continued, my voice rising slightly. "Not to mention dealing with family stuff and adjusting to this whole... situation." I gestured vaguely between us. Alexander sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I wasn't implying you have more free time. I just meant that I personally don't read fiction. It was a statement about me, not you." "It didn't sound that way," I muttered, knowing I was probably overreacting but unable to stop myself. "I apologize if it came across wrong," he said, his voice softening. "I'm genuinely interested in how your book ends. The plot sounds... relevant." The hint of vulnerability in his tone defused my irritation. "Fine. I'll let you know when I finish it." "Thank you." He
OliviaI was several chapters into my novel when Alexander returned, his tie loosened and sleeves rolled up. He looked tired but satisfied, like he'd accomplished what he needed to. "Finished?" I asked, marking my place in the book. "For now," he nodded, loosening his tie further before pulling it off entirely. He draped it over the arm of the nearby chair and unbuttoned the top buttons of his shirt with a relieved sigh. "What are you reading? Must be captivating. You didn't even notice when I walked in." I glanced down at the book in my hands, suddenly aware of the steamy cover I'd been trying to hide all evening. "Oh, this? Just something Emilia recommended." I attempted to casually close the book, but Alexander was too quick. He plucked it from my hands, examining the cover with a raised eyebrow. A shirtless man with impossibly defined abs embraced a woman in a flowing dress, their faces mere inches apart in what was clearly a moment of passion. "'Bound by Contract'?" Alexande
OliviaWe sat in comfortable silence for a moment, the only sound the gentle lapping of water against the pool's edge. The moonlight cast a silvery glow across Alexander's damp hair, and his skin almost glowed in the dim lighting. I pulled my knees to my chest, wrapping my arms around them. "So," I ventured, "about these mysterious weekend plans you mentioned..." Alexander's lips curved into a smile. "Curious, are we?" "Can you blame me? You drop hints about 'something special' and expect me not to ask questions?" "I've rented a place in Malibu for the weekend. Private beach access, chef on call, the works." My eyebrows shot up. "Malibu? That sounds amazing." "I figured we could both use a break from the city. You've been working non-stop on the Thompson account, and I've been dealing with board meetings all week. Sometimes you need to disconnect to recharge." "That's... surprisingly thoughtful." Alexander feigned offense. "I'm capable of thoughtfulness, you know. It's not all
OliviaA comfortable silence settled between us as James sipped his coffee. The café had begun to empty a bit, the after-work crowd thinning as evening deepened. "You know," he said suddenly, "you didn't even acknowledge me at the Children's Hospital gala." I blinked, caught off guard by the change in topic. "I'm sorry?" "At the gala," he repeated, his tone light but his eyes curious. "You looked right through me like we'd never met. And we've met twice before that night." I felt heat creep into my cheeks. "I didn't realize you were expecting a greeting." "Not expecting," he clarified. "Just surprised. Most people in this town go out of their way to remind me we've met, even if it was just passing in a hallway five years ago." "Well, I'm not most people." "Clearly," he agreed. "But you stared at me like I was a complete stranger. It was... refreshing, actually." "I stared at you because you were having a seven-hundred-thousand-dollar bidding war with my husband," I pointed out