LOGINFor a long moment, Harper just stared at her apartment door, after Oliver left. Glen cleared his throat breaking the silence. “So…” he says teasingly. “You finally got a boyfriend?” Harper casually takes a sip of her coffee before answering, “Yeah.” Glen moved to stand beside her, opening a kitchen cabinet and reaching for a box of herbal tea. “We have known each other, what? Three years… All that time you never had a boyfriend,” h
“But, darling, if brevity’s what ye’re after, ye’ll have tae settle for ‘Knox.’ It’s short, it’s punchy, and it’s impossible tae forget. Much like yer whisky.” Knox gestured to the glass. “So, Mr Practicality. Since ye’ve successfully stripped me o’ my poetic title, what d’ye actually do for a livin’? Or d’ye also just ‘create drama’ as a full-time occupation?”“I spin chaos and logic into functional reality and whisper commands that inanimate metal obeys,” Anders says theatrically with a wink. “But technically I am a computer programmer.” Knox’s mouth dropped open, and for the first time in his life, he was genuinely speechless. He stared at Anders for several long seconds, his brain clearly trying to reconcile the ‘whisperer of metal’ with the reality of a man who sat in front of a glowing screen all day. Then,
After Harper left Sommons’, Knox was still sitting at the bar, having one last cocktail. In front of him is a classic, crystal clear martini style cocktail in a traditional wide, V-shaped martini glass with a very think, delicate stem and a broad circular base. A long, curled strip of tallow lemon peel is visible inside the lower portion of the glass beside a green olive resting on a long cocktail pick garnished across the rim. As he took a small sip of his martini, a man slides into the bar stool beside him and ordered a whisky neat. The man is tall, with a strong defined jawline; prominent cheekbones; a straight well-defined nose and slightly narrowed hazel brown eyes. Knox notices his short, neatly styled brown hair and closely groomed facial hair. The man was wearing an exceptionally formal charcoal black three-piece style suit ensemble. The jacket is sharply tailored with broad, structured shoulders; narrow, elegant lapels; a fitted torso and a clean breast pocket. A cris
“Please, what?” Tera asked playfully. “Tell me what you want?” The playfulness in her voice was the final thread snapping. Marius’s hands moved to the clasp of her sports bra, his fingers trembling just enough to betray him. “I want you,” he said, the words stripped of any pretence. “I want to forget everything else exists. Just you. Right now.” He unhooked the bra and tossed it aside, his gaze sweeping over her with an intensity that made the air in the room feel thick. He leaned down, his lips finding the sensitive skin just below her collarbone, his breath hot against her. “I want you to make me forget,” he whispered, his voice dropping to a low growl. “Make me forget my own name.” he moved his hand lower, his touch firm and possessive, pulling her hips up to meet him. the world outside was finally, truly gone.“Anything for you,” Tera whispered and widened her legs invitingly.
Around 8 PM, Tera paused the series. “Want to head to bed?” she asked suggestively. The suggestion hung in the air like a warm invitation, and the shadow of Seraphina felt completely eclipsed. Marius set his white tea much down on the coffee table with a soft clink, his yellow green eyes dark and focused entirely on Tera. “I thought you would never ask,” he said, his voice dropping into a low, husky register. He reached out, his hand sliding behind her neck, his fingers tangling in her bland hair as he pulled her toward him. the kiss was slow at first, tasting of peach tea and lingering spice, but it deepened quickly. Big Bang theory remained paused on the screen, Sheldon Cooper frozen in some absurd pose, forgotten. Marius stood up, pulling Tra with him, his lips never leaving hers as he guided her toward the bedroom. The weight of the office, the secrets, and the looming briefing felt miles away, buried under the simple, urgent need to be close to her.
Marius watched Tera move toward the black plastic kettle on the counter, the domestic rhythm of her actions filling the silence between them. The apartment was warm, the lighting soft and for a feeling moment, the image of Seraphine’s sharp, predatory smile faded from his mind. “I think I saw a few episodes of that on Netflix last week,” he called out over the sound of the kettle beginning to hiss. “But I do not remember much. You will have to catch me up on who is who.” He took another bite of the Kung Pao chicken, the spice blooming on his tongue.“Then we will just watch it from the beginning,” Tera said placing a tea bag in each mug before filling the mugs with hot water. “It never gets old.” She then added sugar to each mug and stirred thoroughly. The sound of the spoon clinking against the ceramic mugs, was steady and comforting, a domestic metronome that Marius found himself leaning into. He watched her move with su
“I am kidding,” Tera said playfully as she rounded the counter. “I have not had a bite yet.” Marius let out a breath he had not realized he was holding, a small, genuine smile finally breaking through the tension in his face. he shed his coat and tossed it over the back of his chair, the weight of the day finally starting to lift. “You are a cruel woman, Tera,” he said, walking over to her and wrapping his arms around her waist from behind. He rested his chin on her shoulder breathing in the scent of her shampoo– something floral and clean that had nothing to do with expensive perfume or corporate boardrooms. “I was genuinely worried about those spring rolls,” he murmured against her skin. He pulled back just enough to look at the spread on the counter. The containers were open, steam still rising from the Kung Pao chicken. It looked perfect. “Smells incredible,” he said, reaching for a pair of chopsticks.&ldq
Harper Miller had always been a little too nerdy, despite her attractive appearance. She had always preferred order to chaos. Books over parties. And work over vacations. Her parents were constantly pushing her to go out and socialize more; her peers were always inviting her out to movie nights and
“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
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







