Page 392 of Talk Swoony to Me


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Oh, my.

“Sure,” I say instead.

“Done the bathroom yet?”

I flinch at his voice dangerously close to my ear. I didn’t even hear him walk over. “No,” I answer. “Just a dust check and... bed.”

He nods and moves toward the bathroom. I take a deep breath, feeling a rush of heat on my skin as old memories tempt me back. Me and Oliver in a Botsford Plaza suite. Alone. The bed sheets pulled out...

Maybe this isn’t the best idea.

“You know...” I clear my throat. “You could go do some prep for your meeting with Ian tomorrow. You might not get much time tonight.”

“Nah, I’m good,” he says from the bathroom.

“There’s a lot to go over.”

“I’m sure it’ll be fine. Ian and I are buds.”

“No, you’re his boss.”

Oliver enters the doorway. “What?”

“You’re his boss,” I repeat.

“So?”

“So, when you were both building managers, you were buds. It’s different now and you should act like it.”

He takes a step into the suite, his gaze casually falling on the disheveled bed.

Dammit, Paige.

Your cunning plan has officially backfired.

“I can’t be friendly with my employees?” Oliver asks.

I turn away from him, raising my clipboard to distract myself with. “I didn’t say that,” I stutter. “Be friendly, of course, but you also have to act with some authority.”

“I do,” he says. “It doesn’t mean everything changes.”

“Everything has changed. It doesn’t matter what you had before, no matter how hot your friendship was.”

Oliver blinks twice. I spin toward the closet, cringing as my cheeks burn a bright red.

“Uh, okay.” He chuckles. “What are we really talking about here?”

“Nothing,” I say as I throw open the closet. “No one. You and Ian. That’s it.”

“Have you slept with him?”

My jaw drops in disgust. “Ew!” I say, facing him again. “No. Of course not.”

Oliver puts his hands in his front pockets, presenting the strong, toned lines of his forearms. “I’m just sensing some tension here...”

“There’s no tension!”

He tilts his head.

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