LOGINOliver’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 emergency situations? Like spills or... Other unexpected events?” His hand moved from her back to gently cup her shin, tilting her face up to meet his gaze. The gesture was surprisingly tender for someone known for his reserved nature. “I like the way you think, practicality should not have to sacrifice style. It is a valid point,” he murmured, his thumb brushing lightly against her skin. The office suddenly felt smaller, the air between them charged with a new energy. Oliver’s fingers traced the line of her jaw thoughtfully as he studied her flushed cheeks and nervous expression. “Tell me more about these emergency situations,” he encouraged softly.
“Oh, uh... I wouldn’t really be an expert on those types of situations,” Harper stuttered nervously. Oliver’s thumb continued its gentle tracing along her jawline, his ice-blue eyes holding hers with an intensity that made her breath catch. The nervousness in her voice only seemed to amuse him further. “An expert?” he repeated with a low chuckle. “I wouldn’t expect you to be. But I appreciate the honesty. Most people would have just nodded and agreed with everything i said.” His other hand came up to cup her other cheek, framing her face between his large palms. The position was intimate, possessive, yet surprisingly gentle. “You don’t have to be an expert to recognize a problem, the fact that you noticed something so practical as ease of removal speaks volumes about your observational skills.” he continued softly. He leaned closer, his forehead almost touching hers. The scent of his cologne was intoxicating at this proximity.
“I find it incredibly attractive when you get flustered like this,” he admitted quietly. Harper’s eyes flickers down to his lips for a moment before looking back up into his ice-blue eyes. She bit her lower lip in an innocently seductive manner. Oliver’s breath hitched at the sight of her biting her lower lip, the innocent yet undeniably seductive gesture sending a jolt of electricity through his system. His grip on her face tightened almost imperceptibly, his thumbs brushing against the sensitive skin on her cheeks. “Don’t do that,” he murmured, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “Unless you want me to kiss you right here in my office.” His ice-blue eyes darkened with desire, studying the way her lips parted slightly under his gaze. The air between them grew thick with tension, charged with unspoken possibilities. “You have no idea how difficult it is for me to maintain professional distance when you look at me like that, most days i want to pin you against this desk and show you just how much I have noticed about you,” he admitted gruffly.
“Most days?” Harper breathed out. “Oh, I did not realize.” she said softly, but she remained still in front of him. Oliver’s expression shifted, a raw vulnerability flickering across his features at her soft admission. The realization that she had not noticed his growing interest was both frustrating and strangely endearing. “Did not realize?” he repeated, his voice taking on a rougher edge. “How could you not? I have been watching you every day, noticing the way your hair catches the sunlight, the way you focus so intently when you are working.” his hands slid from her cheeks to tangle in her hair, tilting her head back gently. The movement exposed the delicate line of her throat, making his pulse quicken. “I have been trying to keep this professional, but seeing you in here every morning, listening to your voice on the phone, watching how dedicated you are... It has been driving me insane,” he confessed quietly. His forehead rested against hers once more, their breaths mingling in a small space between them.
“Really?” Harper said surprised. “I guess I was too focused on my own nervousness around you,” she admitted softly. Oliver’s lips curved into a wry smile at her admission, his thumb brushing against her bottom lip gently. The softness of her skin sent a jolt of desire through him. “Nervous?” he repeated with amusement. “You? The woman who can handle high-stress situations with grace and efficiency?” His gaze dropped to her mouth again, lingering on the way her lips parted slightly. The temptation to close the distance and finally taste them was almost overwhelming. “I should have known you would be too focused on work to notice my... Appreciation, you are always so professional, so dedicated to your duties,” he continued softly. His other hand slid down to rest on the curve of her waist, pulling her closer until their bodies were nearly touching. The heat radiating from him was palpable. “Tell me something,” he murmured against her forehead, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her. “Has it ever crossed your mind? That maybe your boss is not as intimidating as he pretends to be?” His thumb stroked the sensitive skin of her lower lip, tracing its curve with deliberate slowness. The air in the office grew thick with unspoken desires, each breath she took seeming to draw him closer.
“You have no idea how many times I have wanted to pull you into this office and forget about all the paperwork waiting,” he confessed, his voice husky with restraint. “How many times I have imagined what it would be like to kiss those lips that get so flustered when you are nervous.” His grip on her waist tightened possessively as he leaned in even closer, his lips hovering just inches from hers. The scent of his cologne mixed with the warmth of his breath was intoxicating. “Tell me to stop,” he pleads softly. “Oh, no... I mean I was nervous because... Because of how attractive you are,” she admitted softly. “I never thought, you would be...” She takes a deep breath. “We should not do this here...” She said hesitantly, no fire behind her words.
Harper placed the takeaway coffee cup on Marius desk and said professionally, “I can’t say I know everyone’s names, but I understand my role. I already prepared the proposed budget for Knox’s campaign. Andrew from accounting would like to discuss something and asked for an appointment today.” He leaned back, impressed despite himself. He had not expected much more than a few introductions and some trouble finding the printer, let alone a prepared budget. “You have been busy then,” he said, his yellow green eyes scanning the folder she had placed on his desk. “I like that. Efficiency is exactly what this department needs right now.” He pulled the budget toward him, flipping through the pages with practiced ease. “As for Andrew from accounting– he is always looking for something to discuss. Tell him I can do three o’clock. I want to get through Knox’s briefing first.”Marius looked up from the p
Marius took the takeaway latte from Tera, the warmth seeping into his palm. “Not much,” he admitted, pulling out his chair and sinking into it. Tera’s gaze lingered on his for a second too long before she straightened up. “This campaign,” Tera started. “Is it going to be a long one?” he took a slow sip of the latte, the caffeine hitting his system with a sharp jolt. He set the cup down on his desk and leaned back, tapping his pen against his chin. “Knox is driving it,” he said, referring to the Scottish designer. “He has got big ideas for this campaign, so it might stretch out longer than we originally planner. He wants to push the boundaries with the visuals.” Tera nodded slowly, her expression unreadable. “Knox. Right. I have heard he can be… demanding.”“You have no idea,” Marius muttered, a faint weary smile tugging at his lips. “But he knows what he wants, and that make
Oliver reaches the elevator first, pressing the button with a sharp click of his finger. The doors slide open, revealing the polished interior. He steps inside and turns to face Harper, his expression once again a mask of professional calm. But as the elevator begins its ascent, his icy blue eyes catching hers in the mirror, and for a split second, that knowing look is returned. “Let’s see how long that lasts,” he says quietly, the words barely audible over the hum of the elevator. The doors open on the executive floor and he steps out. “I am heading to advertisement,” she said casually. “Have a nice day.” She smiled lightly and pressed the button in the elevator. He watches the elevator doors close on her face, his gaze lingering for a moment longer than a casual glance would require. Then he turns and heads toward his office, his mind already shifting, compartmentalizing the warmth of the morning into a neat drawer to be opened later.
“You do not normally drive,” Harper comments. “What did you give your driver the day off?” Oliver keeps his icy blue eyes on the road, one hand resting casually on the steering wheel. He does not offer an explanation immediately, his jaw set in that way that suggests he has already decided. “He is off today,” he says simple, his tone matter of fact. “I needed to be in the right headspace for this meeting. Driving myself helps me focus.” He manoeuvres the car through a tight turn, his movements precise and controlled. The silence between them stretches for a moment before he adds, almost as an afterthought. “Besides, I wanted more time with you this morning.” The professional mask slips just enough for that hint of possessiveness to show through, before he quickly corrects his posture and settles back into his quiet, composed self. Her hand rests on his thigh. “It is a nice change of pace,” she said with a bright
“He knows,” Oliver says, his voice low and steady. “But he is not stupid. He will be watching for any sign of favouritism. If we come in there acting like a team, he might suspect something, but if we present a solid business case, he will be too busy calculating the ROI to care about our personal lives.” He steps closer to Harper, his hand sliding to the small of her back, pulling her just an inch closer. “We keep it strictly professional. No lingering looks, no inside jokes. I will be the demanding boss, and you will be the efficient secretary who just happens to have a brilliant mind for strategy.” his eyes soften as they meet hers. “That is going to be hard,” she comments softly. “I like it when you are all demanding and professional.” His hand on her back tightens for a fraction of a second, his knuckles brushing the fabric of her jacket. A slow, dangerous smirk spreads across his face– the kind he usually saves
“The Love Self Esteem Project,” Oliver repeats, testing the words. “It is a bold move. It would certainly differentiate us from the usual high-glamour, retouch heavy campaigns our competitors are running.” He taps his fingers rhythmically against the countertop, a habit he falls into when he is processing a new strategy. “It would require a completely overhaul of our visual direction. We would need to move away from perfectionism and focus on authenticity. That means no heavy airbrushing, real skin textures, diverse casting– the whole works.” He looks at Harper, his eyes sharp with interest. “It is a significant pivot for our brand identity. It would be a massive undertaking, but the PR benefits could be enormous of we execute it correctly.”“And it could significantly decrease the spending,” Harper added confidently. Oliver’s eyebrows shoot up, and he leans forward, his interest piqued by the financial a
“Noted, healthy stuff, fruits, veggies… and nuts. Got it. I will make sure we are never short on snacks for my girlfriend.” He said with a nod. The word ‘girlfriend’ slipped out naturally this time, feeling less foreign on his tongue now that the reality of their relationship had settled in overn
By the time the oatmeal was ready, she had finished her coffee and rinsed out the mug. She dished two bowls of oatmeal, adding a little bit of sugar. She then slowly went down the hall to Oliver’s bedroom, carrying both bowls of oatmeal. She walked into the room, Oliver was awake and sitting upti
The next morning Harper woke up before Oliver. Her eyes blinked open and for a moment she forgot where she was. She rolled around to see Oliver asleep next to her, his arm slumped over her waist possessively. He looked so peaceful and content. Harper studies his face, the way his rough shortly tr
“Hearing you scream my name like that… it is everything.” Oliver said breathlessly. “Yeah, was it sweet and sexy wrapped into one?” Harper asked teasingly and breathlessly, her voice hoarse from screaming his name. Oliver let out a low chuckle, the sound vibrating through his chest where she was







