Chapter 53: Cancelled Reservation

“Come here,” Oliver murmured, reaching out to pull Harper up from the floor and onto his lap again. His arms wrapped securely around her waist as he settled her comfortably against his chest once more. “Let me hold you for minute.” His hands began smoothing down her rumpled clothes, straightening her shirt and adjusting her red leather skirt back into place with tender care. The professional CEO mask had completely fallen away, leaving only the man who was utterly captivated by his secretary. “You were amazing,” he said quietly against her hair. “Absolutely perfect.”

“Well, I am glad you liked it,” Harper said, her voice still laced with embarrassment and her cheeks coloured by a light blush. Oliver’s thumb gently stroked the pink blush on her cheeks, his expression warm with affection. The sight of her bashful reaction after being so bold sent a protective surge through him. “I loved it,” he corrected softly, his voice dropping to that intimate whisper he reserved only for you. “Loved watching you get on your knees for me. Loved hearing you say exactly what you wanted.” He shifted slightly in his chair, adjusting her more comfortably against his lap. His hands continued their soothing circles on her back, trying to help her settle after the intense encounter. “The blush is adorable by the way,” he added with a small smile that reached his icy blue eyes. “Reminds me that underneath all the confidence, there is till the shy girl who makes me feel like the luckiest man in this building.” His gaze drifted toward the clock on his desk, noting the time with a hint of regret.

“We are totally going to miss out reservation, aren’t we?” Harper stated casually. Oliver glances at the clock again and sighed dramatically, running a hand through his dishevelled black hair. The reality of their impending dinner plans cut into the post-orgasmic glow they were sharing. “Yeah, we are definitely missing it,” he confirmed with a wry grin. “I will call ahead and tell them we will be thirty minutes late minimum. Maybe forty-five.” His hands moved to cup her face gently, forcing her to meet his gaze directly. “But honestly? I don’t care about missing some fancy Italian restaurant right now.” The sincerity in his voice was palpable as he leaned in closer, forehead resting against hers. “All I care about is getting you home safe and continuing this wherever we left off.”

“Cancel the reservation, let’s order in,” Harper propose softly and leaned against his chest. “We can go to my place and just chill.” Oliver’s entire demeanour shifted at her proposal. The idea of spending the evening with Harper in a private setting, away from prying eyes and professional expectations, sounded like heaven. “Your place?” he repeated, a slow smile spreading across his features. “I like the sound of that much better than some crowded restaurant and then I will have you all to myself.” He pulled out his phone and quickly dialled the Italian restaurant. “Good evening. I would like to Cancel a reservation for Williams,” he said professionally. “Yes, that is correct. Thank you.” Hanging up, Oliver set his phone aside and focused entirely on Harper again. His hands framed her face gently as he studied her expression in the fading afternoon light filtering through his office window. “So, tell me,” He murmured, his voice taking on that familiar commanding tone but softened with affection. “What kind of food does my secretary prefer when she is planning to seduce her boss at home?”

“Hmmm, seductive food?” Harper said playfully, pretending to think. “I guess the safe option would be a salad, but screw that, I want a pizza.” Oliver let out a short genuine laugh at her bluntness, shaking his head with obvious amusement. The contrast between her sweet face and the way she talked about ordering pizza was irresistibly charming. “Pizza it is,” he agreed wholeheartedly, picking up his phone again. “What toppings? And don’t tell me plain cheese because I know you have better taste than that.” His thumb hovered over the delivery app as he waited for her answer, clearly enjoying this casual domesticity far more than any fancy meal could offer. The power dynamics had shifted completely– now they were just two people planning their evening together. “Extra pepperoni?” he suggested with a raised eyebrow. “Or should I surprise my girlfriend with whatever I think will impress her tonight?”

“Surprise me, just nothing spicy or with garlic,” Harper says suggestively and stood up from Oliver’s lap. His blue eyes followed her movements as she stood up, appreciation evident in the way his gaze lingered on her figure. The term ‘girlfriend’ had slipped out naturally, and he did not seem to regret saying it based on the satisfied smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. “Nothing spicy, no garlic,” he repeated, already tapping through options on his phone screen. “Got it. I will find something perfect that won’t mess up your breath for kissing later and there will definitely be kissing.” Standing up to join her behind his mahogany desk, Oliver wrapped an arm around her waist possessively as he scrolled through menus. His other hand remained free to keep selecting potential dinner choices. “How about margherita with fresh basil and mozzarella?” he suggested, glancing down at her expectantly. “Simple but delicious. Or maybe I should test how adventurous my girlfriend really is.”

“Are you teasing me with pizza options?” Harper asked and looked up at him with a teasing smile. “Because I think I have proven to be adventurous enough for today.” Oliver’s smirk widened at her pointed comment, his blue eyes glinting with amusement and desire. The reminder of her earlier performance sent another wave of heat through his veins despite the passing time. “Maybe you are right,” he concedes smoothy, placing the order for a classic margherita pizza with extra basil. After providing payment information and delivery instructions, he places his phone in his pant pocket. Turning back to face Harper fully, Oliver closed the remaining distance between them until his body was pressed flush against hers. His hands slid down to grip her hips firmly, pulling her against the evidence of his renewed arousal already straining against his trousers. “I think proving how adventurous you are, has become my favourite pastime,” he murmured against her lips before capturing them in a deep, hungry kiss.