LOGINBack in the café…
Tera laughed lightly. “Understood. No painting the hallway anytime soon. Maybe we can keep the beige walls but discuss colourful furniture,” she suggested playfully. “Colourful furniture,” Marius repeated, a dry laugh escaping him. “You are negotiating like a seasoned diplomat, Tera. First the seascape, then the pool house, now we are talking about velvet sofas in emerald, green.” He shook his head, but the corners of
Back in the café…Tera laughed lightly. “Understood. No painting the hallway anytime soon. Maybe we can keep the beige walls but discuss colourful furniture,” she suggested playfully. “Colourful furniture,” Marius repeated, a dry laugh escaping him. “You are negotiating like a seasoned diplomat, Tera. First the seascape, then the pool house, now we are talking about velvet sofas in emerald, green.” He shook his head, but the corners of his eyes crinkled with genuine amusement. The conversation had taken them from a simple breakfast to the blueprint of a shared future, and he found he did not mind the detour at all. “Alright, fine. We can compromise on the future. But if you try to bring home a bright orange recliner, I am calling for mediation.” He signals the waitress for the bill. “Come on,” he said, gesturing toward the door. “We should probably get moving before Oliver sends out a search party
The car door shuts with a solid thud, sealing them back into their private bubble. Oliver starts the engine, the familiar hum of the vehicle acting as a buffer against the city noise outside. “So,” he says, pulling away from the curb. “The plan is in motion. You are going to charm the girlfriend of the most temperamental department head in the company, and I am going to pretend Seraphina does not exist for eight hours.” He glances at her briefly, a smirk playing on his lips. “Between your plan and mine, I think we might actually survive this week without anyone getting fired. Or at least, not us.” He turns onto the main road, his driving smooth and methodical. The morning sun is beginning to climb higher, casting long shadows across the dashboard.“You are the boss,” Harper said with a light laugh. “You would really fire yourself?” Oliver lets out a short, genuine laugh, his grip on the steering wheel relaxing just a
Marius smiled, but the thought of her adding her own touch to his sterile apartment actually made him feel a strange, quiet warmth. It was an intrusion he found himself wanting. “But if you really want to, I suppose I could tolerate one small painting. Somewhere inconspicuous. Like the hallway, where no one will notice it but us.” He took a slow sip of his coffee, the warmth spreading through his chest. “Thought knowing you, ‘small’ is a relative term. You will probably end up painting the entire living room a shade of sunset orange.” The omelette on his place gradually became smaller on his place, while his coffee disappeared a little at a time between each satisfying bite. “Oh, I am playing the long game darling,” Tera said with a light playful smirk, only scattered crumbs and a thin smear of avocado remained on the plate. “By the time walls get painted, you will not be able to life without me.” She took one final sip of
Without fully straightening, she shifted her weight and turned toward the Marius. She raised the second plate slightly to keep it level, then brought it across the table. His bacon and cheese omelette was folded into a thick golden crescent, its surface lightly browned from the pan. Crisp pieces of bacon were visible along the edges, while melted cheese softened the centre, with a little golden cheese stretching where the omelette had been folded. Beside it sat a small portion of breakfast potatoes and a few slices of tomato, adding contrasting colours to the plate. The waitress lowered the omelette onto the table with both hands, setting it down gently before releasing the plate. She glanced between the two dishes to make sure everything was positioned properly, then straightened and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. After giving the customers, a brief, friendly smile, she stepped backward from the table, allowing them room to begin eating.The warm dishes remain
“Using the secretary as a buffer,” Oliver says, shaking his head with quiet amusement. “That is incredibly efficient. And bringing Knox along as a distraction? That is just tactical warfare, Harper.” He takes another bite of his burrito, thoroughly enjoying the way her mind works. A little sauce appeared on his fingers; he wiped them against the napkin before picking the burrito up again. “I think you are right. We present a united front. It she tries to isolate you, Knox is there. If she tries to isolate me, we have a paper trail and a third party in the room. she can’t manipulate what she can’t get behind closed doors.” He leaned back, looking satisfied with the strategy. “You have got a good head on your shoulders. Maybe too good for this office.”Harper smiles a shy proud smile. “You are too charming,” she said softly and took the last sip of her coffee. “There is one gap left…” her
The waitress then turned toward Harper, carefully holding the second plate. It held a generous serving of bacon and eggs with toast and fries. Two sunny-side-up eggs rested near the centre; their whites cooked until firm around the edges while their golden yolks remained glossy and soft. Several strips of bacon lay beside them, crisp along the edges but still slightly tender through the middle. Two slices of golden-brown toast were arranged along the side, their surfaces toasted evenly with a little butter melting into the warm bread. A pile of crisp golden fries filled the remaining space on the plate, some overlapping one another. The waitress gently lowered the plate onto the tabletop. She adjusted it slightly, so the eggs remained upright and the toast sat neatly beside the fries. After checking that nothing had shifted during the walk from the kitchen, she gave Oliver and Harper a brief smile and stepped back, leaving the warm, freshly prepared breakfasts steaming gently in fro
“Perhaps, in this case resistance is futile? Perhaps, the opposite is the solution.” Harper suggested trying to maintain a professional face. She felt her cheeks flush and her heartbeat quicken. “How about a drink after work?” she added quickly, before she can change her m
“Housekeeping might throw it all away.” Harper said softly, looking down at the papers on the floor. “Organizing your office and paperwork is my job,” she adds. Oliver’s expression softened slightly at her insistence; a hint of admiration mixed with the frustration i
“That is it,” Oliver encouraged against her breast, his voice muffled by the flesh pressed against his lips. “Show me how much you want this.” His free hand moved to cup her other breast, kneading gently while his mouth worked relentlessly on the first. The contrast betwee
Oliver’s eyes darkened with satisfaction at her admission, a low growl of approval rumbling in his chest. The confession that her nervousness was due to attraction, not fear, sent a wave of possessive heat through him. “Attractive?” he repeated, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “You think







