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Chapter 41: Possessed by Horny Teenagers

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Harper nodded again. “Right, I never knew I could feel like this. So, alive and distracted.” She bit her lower lip seductively. Oliver’s blue eyes followed the movement of her teeth against her lip, a visible reaction tightening his jaw. The casual atmosphere of the sandwich shop suddenly felt charged with unspoken tension. “Alive and distracted,” he echoed softly, his thumb pressing more firmly against the back of her hand under the table. “That describes exactly how I have felt every time y

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  • Paperwork and Hearthbeats   Chapter 138: No Apron?

    “You can leave your things in the hallway,” Oliver said, gesturing toward the entryway. “Would you like something to drink while you wait? I have a decent white wine, or I can make you some tea if you are still in ‘work mode’.” “Tea sounds lovely,” Harper said moving to sit on a bar chair by the island. She leaned on the counter with her elbows. “I am a little disappointed you are not wearing an apron or something.” Her tone was playful and she had a smirk on her face as she recalled Knox’s drawing. He pauses, a wooden spook halfway to the pot. He turns to look at her, meeting that smirk with a deadpan expression that does not quite hide the glint of amusement in his blue eyes. “An apron?” he repeats, as if the very concept is beneath him. “I am making risotto, Harper, no deep-frying chicken. I think I can manage to keep my clothes clean.” He moves toward the kettle, his movements fluid and eff

  • Paperwork and Hearthbeats   Chapter 137: Modelling Logistics

    Knox’s parrot green eyes were darting around, already envisioning the catastrophe. “They will trip! They will sneeze! They will stare at the camera like it is some terrifying beast crawled up frae the bottom o' the North Sea!” he pointed a finger at her, his expression one of mock horror. “Can’t we get someone to help out?” Harped asked, already calculating options. “A modelling coach or something?”Knox stopped dead in his tracks, his finger still pointing at her. He held the pose for a moment, looking like a statue of a man experiencing a sudden, profound existential crisis. Then, his shoulders slumped, and he let out a long, whistling sigh. “A coach,” he muttered, the word tasting like ash in his mouth. “A professional... poser. Somebody tae come in an' teach them how tae walk without lookin' like they're marchin' aff tae war.” He slumped back into his chair, spinning it once around before facing her.

  • Paperwork and Hearthbeats   Chapter 136: Snoring???

    Knox began pacing the small space behind his desk, his movement jerky and caffeinated. He was gesturing wildly with his hands, carving shapes in the air as if he were trying to sculpt the very concept of Oliver’s laughter. “Ach, Harper, if he is laughin', ye're in danger. No' physical danger—guidness, naw—but emotional peril! Ye're fallin' for the most dangerous kind o' man... the one who's secretly interestin'!” he stopped abruptly, pointing a finger at her with a sudden, piercing look of intensity. “Haud on a wee minute. If he's cookin'... an' he's laughin'... an' he is smilin'...” Harper interrupts him before he can finish. “Will you stop,” she said playfully. “He is just am man, he has even snored on occasion.” Knox let out a sound that was halfway between a gasp and a choke, clutching his throat as if he had been physically struck.Knox stumbled back a step, his parrot green eyes bulging. “He snores?

  • Paperwork and Hearthbeats   Chapter 135: Smiling?!

    Knox leaned back so abruptly his chair screeched against the floor, a sound that felt deafening in the sudden tension. “Oliver Williams?” he hissed, his voice strangled, high-pitched rasp. “The CEO?!” his voice rose to a pitch that could likely shatter fine crystal. He scrambled to his feet, nearly knocking over a mannequin draped in unfinished muslin. He looked around frantically, his face turning a shade of pale that even his finest foundation could not hide. "Oliver Williams? The man wi' the personality o' a damp bit o' cardboard? The man who thinks 'fun' is an unnecessary line item in the quarterly budget?" he leaned over the desk, his eyes darting wildly. "An' he's cookin'? For you? In his ain hoose? Is he... does he even ken how tae work a cooker, or is he gaun tae serve ye somethin' painfully efficient an' nutritionally balanced, like steamed celery an' lukewarm water?"Knox grabbed a handful of fabric swatches, clutching them to his chest as if

  • Paperwork and Hearthbeats   Chapter 134: Gossip

    Knox looked up, his parrot green eyes blinking as if he were only just realizing that time existed in the real world and was not just a concept to be ignored in favour of colour theory. He glanced at Harper’s phone, then at the clock on the wall, letting out a long, dramatic sigh of disappointment. “Time,” he muttered, as if it were a personal enemy. "The absolute thief o' creativity." He slumped back into his chair, thought his eyes were still dancing with the adrenaline of the breakthrough. He looked down at the mess of swatches, sketches and scribbled notes on his desk. "No' this very second," he said, waving a hand dismissively at the chaos. "I've got tae actually sketch these visions afore they vanish clean oot ma heid. Need tae turn this madness intae somethin' a pattern maker willnae take one look at an' burst oot laughin'." He paused, his expression shifting from manic excitement to a brief moment of practical calculation.“Alright,” Harp

  • Paperwork and Hearthbeats   Chapter 133: Stormy Aesthetic

    “What are you thinking for the stormy aesthetic?” Harper asked curiously, holding up the deep winter swatches which include the colours: midnight, olive, expresso, silver, grey, charcoal, mocha, wine, brick red, ruby, Boysen berry, fuschia, magenta, mustard, honey, Ocea, dark green, forest, jungle, royal purple, mulberry, purple, royal blue, Aegean, and ceru lean. Knox snatched the swatches from her hand, spreading them across the desk like he was dealing a winning hand in a high-stakes game. His parrot green eyes darted over then, his lips moving silently as he processed each colour. “Stormy aesthetic,” he repeated, tasting the words. "Aye, it's got tae feel heavy. Atmospheric. No' just dark, but properly moody." He pointed a manicured finger at the charcoal and midnight. "There's oor foundations. The sky, the shadows. But then..." he paused, picking up the ruby and the wine swatches, holding them up against the charcoal."The contrast. I want these d

  • Paperwork and Hearthbeats   Chapter 5: Professional Distance...

    Oliver’s eyes widened slightly at her blunt observation, a low chuckle escaping his lips. The sound was rich and unexpected, breaking the usual seriousness, he carried around the office. “In a hurry,” he repeated, his voice laced with amusement. “You are saying my designers need to consider emergen

  • Paperwork and Hearthbeats   Chapter 4: Passions

    Oliver’s expression softened further, a rare warmth entering his icy blue eyes. He watched the way her hand instinctively went to her cheek, the nervous gesture only making her more endearing. “Clubbing,” he repeated with a dismissive wave of his hand. “That is what people in their twenties do. The

  • Paperwork and Hearthbeats   Chappter 3: Bound or Stapled?

    A small, almost imperceptible smile touched the corner of Oliver’s mouth as she suggested a cafe mocha for tomorrow. The idea of another deviation from his usual black coffee routine seemed to amuse him in a way he rarely allowed himself. “Cafe mocha, huh?” he repeated, his voice losing some of its

  • Paperwork and Hearthbeats   Chapter 2: Too Much Black Coffee

    Over time Oliver notices Harper’s presence more and more. He notices how she handles her tasks with efficiency and grace. He notices her attention to detail and how skilled she was at organizing. As time went on, his interest in her became less professional, he began to wonder about her dreams and

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