Chapter 13

Olivia POV

“Of course. Just dinner.” He stepped closer, the heat of his body making my nipples tighten traitorously. “But if you did agree, this wouldn’t be our home. The Carter estate is about five to ten times larger than this place.”

“Jesus Christ,” I muttered, unable to imagine a much bigger home than this penthouse. “Do you have your own zip code too?”

“Not quite, but we do have our own lake.”

The chef cleared his throat discreetly from the kitchen doorway. “Mr. Carter, dinner is served.”

Alexander placed his hand on the small of my back, guiding me toward a dining area I hadn’t noticed before. A table for two had been set up near the windows, candles flickering between elegant place settings.

“You went all out for ‘just dinner,’” I said as he pulled out my chair.

“I never do anything halfway.” His fingers brushed my bare shoulders as I sat, sending electricity racing down my spine.

The chef brought out our first course, so