Olivia

Alexander got in and started the car. "You're quiet," he observed as he pulled into traffic.

"Just thinking."

"About?"

"About how fucking 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 ...