登入When their lips parted, they were both breathless. Harper smiled lightly. “I never though I would see this playful and seductive side of you,” she said casually. “Let’s go to my place already.” Oliver’s expression softened completely at her observation, a rare, genuine smile touching his lips. The compliment seemed to catch him off guard in the best possible way. “Playful? Seductive?” he repeated with a low chuckle, lacing his fingers through hers. “I guess you bring out different sides of me than the boardroom does. It is a nice change of pace.” His thumb traced idle patterns over her knuckles as he led her toward the office door, grabbing his coat from the coat hanger along the way. The usual tension that clung to his shoulders had disappeared, replaced by a relaxed confidence born from the intimacy they have shared. “Lead the way then,” he said, opening the door for her and following closely behind. “I am officially putting myself in your capable hands for the evening.”
As they walk toward the elevator, they pass Harpers desk. Harper momentarily let go of Oliver’s hand and leaned over her desk, to shut down her computer. Oliver admired the view of her rear. As she straightened up, she grabbed her purse, before taking Oliver’s hand again. Inside the elevator, Oliver pressed the button for the underground parking lever. “Serious though,” Harper said with a serious tone once they were in the elevator. “You have always bee so serious and focused. It is nice to see you let go a bit. Feels like you really trust me.” The seriousness in her tone caught his attention immediately, his expression shifting from playful flirtation to something deeper. He paused beside the elevator doors, turning to face her fully as they waited for the car to arrive. “You are right,” he admitted quietly, his voice losing its usual guarded edge. “It is scary, but yeah, I do trust you.” His hand came up to cup her face again, thumbs stroking gently along her cheekbones. The fluorescent lighting of the elevator cast shadows across his features, highlighting the sincerity in his blue eyes. “I have watched you handle every task thrown at you since day one,” he continued softly. “How you stay organized under pressure, how you treat everyone with kindness even when they don’t deserve it. How would I not trust someone like that?”
“So, that whole thing with… with Evan. That wasn’t about not trusting me, right?” Harper asked softly. The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, revealing the dimly lit parking garage. The mention of Evan’s name brought a flicker of something dark and cold to Oliver’s expression, his jaw tightening almost imperceptibly. He stepped out of the elevator. “That had nothing to do with trusting you,” he stated firmly, his voice carrying that familiar authoritative edge he reserved for protecting what belonged to him. “That was about protecting my territory.” His thumb began rubbing small circles against the back of her hand. “He thinks he can just walk in her and make moved on my secretary?” Oliver scoffed quietly. “Not happening not while I am breathing.”
They approached the black SUV, and the driver opened the car door for them. Harper slipped in first, Oliver followed behind her. Once the car door was closed, Harper asked softly, “But you trust me?” she shifted closer to him on the backseat. “You know I would never cheat on you?” The question hung in the air between them, weighted with vulnerability and sincerity. Oliver’s expression softened instantly, the hard lines of his face melting into something warmed and more open. He shifted on the plush leather seat, closing the minimal distance until their thighs were pressed together. “Of course I trust you,” he said firmly, his voice dropping to an intimate murmur meant only for her ears amidst the quiet hum of the vehicle’s engine. “Cheating isn’t even in your vocabulary. You are loyal to a fault.” His hand came up to cup her jaw gently, tilting her face toward his so he could search her blue green eyes for any hint of doubt. “What I worry about is guys like Evan thinking they have a chance because they are closer to your age bracket. Guys who don’t understand what we have.” The car pulled smoothly out of the underground parking level and past the main gate, onto city streets bathed in twilight hues.
“I have to confess something,” Harper said softly and hesitated before saying, “The reason why Evan acted like that is because… because I went out with him once before.” Oliver’s entire body went still at her confession, his hand freezing midway through its gentle stroking of her cheek. The easy-going atmosphere in the car evaporated instantly, replaced by thick tension that crackled between both of them. His blue eyes narrowed dangerously as he processed what she had just admitted. “Excuse me?” he said quietly, the two words carrying an undertone of ice. “You went on a date with him? When?” His grip on her jaw tightened slightly, not painfully but possessively. The driver up front remained oblivious to the sudden shift in mood behind him as streetlights flashed across Oliver’s increasingly stormy expression. “Why am I just hearing about this now?”
“It wasn’t exactly a date,” Harper said quickly and sighed deeply. “Look, I am trying to be honest with you, because honesty is the best way to build a trusting long-term relationship.” The honesty in her voice seemed to penetrate Oliver’s rising anger, deflating his tension visibly. He let out a slow breath, his shoulders relaxing back against the leather seat. The hardness in his icy blue eyes softened as he processed her explanation. “Not exactly a date,” he repeated, testing the phrase. “Then what was it? Coffee? Lunch? Help me understand what I am walking into here.” His tone was no longer accusatory but genuinely curious, searching for clarification rather than confrontation. One hand moved from her face to rest protectively on her thigh instead, thumb drawing a small comforting circles against the fabric of her leather skirt. “It was my first week, he asked me out for a drink and… and we had a one-night stand,” Harper said bluntly and then she held her breath waiting for Oliver’s reaction.
“I am yours,” she said softly. “I promise. No more gifts from anyone. I am sure you will make it worth my while.” Oliver’s entire body visibly relaxed at her complete surrender, the possessive tension melting into pure adoration. A slow, predatory smile spread across his face as he processed the weight of her promise. “Good girl,” he praised thickly, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “You have no idea how long I have wanted to hear you say that.” His hands moved from her back to slide up alone her ribcage until they cupped both breasts firmly through the red laced bra. Thumbs circled her nipples slowly while his lips returned to assault hers hungrily. “You will never regret choosing me,” he vowed against her mouth between kisses. “I will buy you everything you want– jewelry, designer clothes, whatever makes you feel like the queen you are.” The possessive promises flowed freely now that boundarie
“It is adorable how impatient you get,” Harper said with a bright smile. “Most me don’t put in the work like that.” Oliver’s expression softened completely at her compliment, a rare blush colouring his cheeks. “Impatience is my biggest flaw when it comes to you,” he admitted gruffly, lowering himself fully onto the mattress beside her. His large hands framed either side of her head as he propped himself up on his elbows, studying her face with an intensity that bordered on reverence. “Most men don’t know what they are missing,” he continued quietly. “They want easy conquests or women who play games. You are different.” His thumb brushed along her jawline tenderly. “You make me work for it and I fucking love every second of earning your attention.” The confession hung in the air between them, vulnerability exposed beneath layers of CEO confidence and possessiveness.“Good,” Ha
“Says my boss,” Harper says seriously and drains the water in the sink. “I have to catch up your new secretary on your schedule and then settle in at my new desk.” She wiped her hands dry with the dish cloth hanging on the hook. Then she easily puts away the clean dried dished before going to sit down beside Oliver at the dining table. He watched her sit down beside him, his expression shifting from playful to thoughtful as he considered her practical proposal. “How about you leave early tomorrow morning, it is no big deal if the boss is late. And tomorrow afternoon I will bring some clothes over to your place,” she says practically. Taking a bite of his pizza slice, Oliver chewed slowly while processing her plan. “Alright, alright,” he conceded with a reluctant nod. “Early departure it is. But only because you are being sensible and I can’t argue with your logic.” He pointed his pizza slice at her accusingly. “Don’t think this makes you less tempting though. Knowing I have to leave
“Subtle, huh?” Oliver murmured against her mouth. “I like that. Means I will have to work harder to keep up with my girlfriend’s sneaky possessiveness.” His tongue traced the seam of her lips before sliding inside to taste her more thoroughly. The wall at her back became an anchor as he pressed her against it, letting her feel exactly how much he had been anticipating this moment all day. When he finally pulled back for air, Oliver rested his forehead against hers while his breathing remained ragged. “The pizza will arrive soon,” Harper protested weakly. “And it is my turn to do the dishes.” Oliver groaned dramatically at the reminder of real-word responsibilities, setting her back down on her feet reluctantly. “Pizza can wait. Dished can definitely wait.” He checked his watch quickly before shaking his head dismissively. “Driver knows out address. He will leave it at the door if we don’t answer.” His hands framed her face again, thumbs brushing along her cheekbones as he studied ev
“Which floor are we climbing to? Better hope it’s not the fifth floor or I might have to carry you up there.” His tone was teasing but his grip on her waist indicated he wouldn’t hesitate to follow through on the threat if needed. “The third floor,” Harper said with a soft smile. “And there is no need to carry me. I am very fit considering I have been going up and down these stairs for six months now.” Oliver’s eyebrows shot up in impressed surprise. “Third floor and you have been doing this for six months? Damn, I am starting to think my gym membership is useless compared to your natural stamina.” His hand squeezed her hip approvingly as they started up the first flight of stairs. the sound of their footsteps echoed in the stairwell, creating a sense of privacy despite being in a public building. “Good to know you are not one of those girls who expects me to sweep her off her feet literally,” he added with a dry chuckle. “Though I wouldn’t complain about having an excuse to hold yo
“It was my first week, he asked me out for a drink and… and we had a one-night stand,” Harper said bluntly and then she held her breath waiting for Oliver’s reaction. His entire body went rigid, the protective hand on her thigh tensed instinctively. For a long moment, he said nothing, simple staring at her with an unreadable expression as the city lights streamed past outside the car window. The silence stretched between them, heavy with unspoken emotion. Finally, he let out a short humourless laugh that held no warmth whatsoever. “So, while I was busy think you were this innocent little thing straight out of college, you were sleeping with one of my junior executives.” His voice was dangerously calm, each word carefully measured. The driver up front seemed oblivious to the storm brewing in the backseat. “And how many times since then?” he asked quietly, turning his head to look out at the passing traffic. “Has he been bothering you? Making passes at work? Because if he has–“ He sto







