Olivia
Alexander got in and started the car. "You're quiet," he observed as he pulled into traffic.
"Just thinking."
"About?"
"About how f*****g insane this whole situation is," I said, turning to look at him. "You're my boss. You've offered me a marriage contract worth millions of dollars. And now we just had dinner at your penthouse, where you cooked for me—"
"My chef cooked for us," he corrected.
"Whatever. The point is, none of this is normal."
"Normal is overrated," Alexander said, his eyes locked on mine as he navigated through the quiet streets of LA.
"So is being cryptic," I shot back. "Yet here you are, mastering the art."
His lips quirked up at the corner. "You think I'm being cryptic? I'm the most straightforward man you'll ever meet."
"Right. Because normal men propos
