Olivia
We finished our dessert in silence, the tension building with each bite. By the time the chef cleared our plates, my skin felt too tight, and every nerve ended on high alert.
"Thank you, Antoine. You've outdone yourself," Alexander said, standing to shake the chef's hand. "That will be all for tonight."
The chef bowed slightly. "Very good, sir. I've left everything prepared for breakfast, should you need it."
The implication in those words wasn't lost on me. How many women had sat where I was sitting? How many had stayed for breakfast?
After the chef left, Alexander turned to me. "Would you like a tour?"
"Sure," I said, standing too quickly and feeling the wine rush to my head. "Lead the way."
He showed me through the penthouse, starting with a home office with sweeping views
