OliviaAlexander's eyes held mine, his gaze dropping to my lips. "I like the way you look in red," he murmured, his voice deepening. "But I'd like it even better on my floor." I laughed, breaking the tension. "That was terrible. Does that line actually work for you?" "I don't need lines," he said, reaching for me. "Come here." Before I could respond, Alexander pulled me onto his lap, my dress riding up slightly as I straddled him. His hands immediately found my waist, holding me steady. "There," he said, satisfaction evident in his voice. "Much better." I shifted slightly, acutely aware of how intimate our position was. "Is this your idea of a nightcap?" "Better than scotch," he murmured, his thumbs tracing small circles against my sides through the silky fabric. "You looked incredible tonight. Did you see how every man in that restaurant couldn't take their eyes off you?" "I wasn't paying attention to other men," I admitted. "Good answer." Alexander's hands slid up my bare b
OliviaHe leaned down, his lips brushing against mine in a gentle kiss that quickly deepened. His hands traced the bare skin of my back, sending shivers down my spine. "If we keep this up," I whispered against his mouth, "we'll miss our reservation." "Worth it," he murmured, but he reluctantly stepped back. "You're right. Get ready. I'll shower in the guest bathroom." An hour later, we were dressed and ready. Alexander looked devastatingly handsome in a charcoal suit that fit him like a glove. I'd paired the red dress with simple diamond studs and the silver bracelet he'd given me, my hair swept up in an elegant updo. "Ready?" he asked, offering his arm. "Ready," I confirmed, taking it. Providence was even more spectacular than I'd imagined. The restaurant was dimly lit and intimate, with tables spaced far enough apart for private conversation. The hostess led us to a secluded corner table, and Alexander ordered champagne before I'd even opened my menu. "To your first day as Se
Olivia"I've taken the liberty of organizing your calendar for the rest of the week," he said, showing me his tablet. "You have a department meeting tomorrow at 10, a budget review at 2, and a check-in with Michelle on Friday about the Thompson project." "Impressive," I admitted. "What about today?" "Clear except for a 4:30 call with HR about your benefits package." "Perfect. After that call, I'd like you to set up a team meeting for tomorrow afternoon. I need to assemble a group for the Thompson project." "Any specific people in mind?" I rattled off a list of names from different departments, digital, creative, analytics, and PR, that I wanted on my team. Dylan's fingers flew across his tablet as he took notes. "And I'll need access to the executive marketing servers," I added. "Already requested." He smiled. "It should be set up by tomorrow morning." "You're good at this," I said, genuinely impressed. "That's the idea." He stood, adjusting his impeccably tailored blazer. "A
OliviaAlice had the decency to look embarrassed. "Nothing. Just... you know how people talk." My stomach clenched. "What are people saying?" The three exchanged glances. "Nothing specific," Vivian said carefully. "Just the usual office gossip when someone gets a big promotion soon after marrying the CEO." "I've been working my ass off for so long," I reminded them, anger simmering beneath my professional facade. "I've stayed late, come in on weekends, and delivered results consistently." "We know that," Nova assured me quickly. "And anyone who's worked with you knows it too. Don't mind the jealous assholes." As if on cue, there was another knock, and Jessica appeared with my new security badge and office keys. "Mrs. Carter, here are your credentials," she said, handing me a sleek leather folder. "HR has scheduled an orientation session at 11 AM to review your new system accesses and responsibilities. Is there anything else you need?" "No, thank you, Jessica." After she left,
OliviaMy stomach clenched as I stared at Ryan's name flashing on my screen, my finger hovering over the answer button. "Who is it?" Alexander asked, his eyes briefly flicking from the road. "No one important," I muttered, rejecting the call with a swipe. The screen went dark, and I shoved the phone back into my purse. Alexander's eyebrow arched. "Didn't look like 'no one important' from your expression." "It was Ryan." The admission felt like acid in my mouth. "Your ex? The one who fucked your friend at her birthday party?" I winced at his bluntness. "Yes, that Ryan." "What the fuck does he want?" "I have no idea. And I don't care." I turned to look out the window, watching the Los Angeles scenery blur past. "He's likely regretting his mistake after seeing me all over social media with you." Alexander's knuckles whitened on the steering wheel. "If he bothers you—" "He won't," I interrupted. "I can handle Ryan." "I'm sure you can," Alexander said, his voice softening slight
OliviaAfter a quick lunch with my parents, I headed to the estate, anxious to see how my belongings would look in my new home. The gates swung open as the car approached, and I felt a strange mix of excitement and trepidation. This was really my life now. Alfred met me at the door, his expression as impassive as ever. "Mrs. Carter, the movers have delivered your items. I've directed them to place the boxes in the designated areas as Mr. Carter instructed." "Thank you, Alfred," I said, still uncomfortable with being waited on. "I can take it from here." "Very good, ma'am. Chef will serve dinner at seven, unless you'd prefer a different time?" "Seven is fine," I assured him, already heading for the stairs. "I'll just start unpacking." I found my clothes already hanging in the enormous walk-in closet, taking up maybe a tenth of the available space. My books had been arranged on shelves in the library, and my toiletries were placed neatly in the bathroom cabinets. It was like magic,