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“I hope so.”
“Do you want dessert?” he asked.
“Dessert too?”
“Do you?”
“No. Not now anyway.”
“Excuse me for a moment.”
Oliver rose and strode to the slider next to the kitchen. I saw him talking to the chef and a couple of minutes later, he came back.
“We can have dessert later. Come, let’s sit on the terrace so they can clean up.”
He poured me and himself another glass of champagne and we headed to the terrace which faced Central Park. I settled into one of the soft beige cushioned chairs and sipped from my glass.
“How do you feel?” Oliver asked.
I grinned. “Still getting used to being engaged.”
“I want you to be aware that there will be reports in the paper.”
I quirked an eyebrow. “Reports?”
"I’m an eligible bachelor," Oliver declared with a hint of pride.
"No, you’re not. You’re now off the market," I teased.
"Exactly—I was an eligible bachelor and now I’m not. There will be reports about it."
"You could nip it in the bud and do a PR release so they get the facts straight," I suggested.
"Smart girl. Why didn’t they utilize your skills better at Blaze?" Oliver mused, impressed.
"I have no idea. You’ll have to ask them that," I shrugged, a touch of frustration in my voice.
"Fools. Too late, you’re mine now," Oliver stated possessively, his gaze locking with mine.
"Maybe I should work in the PR department," I said, considering her options.
"You have time for that. I want you with me," Oliver insisted, his voice firm.
"Do I get an office or a cubicle?" I inquired, raising an eyebrow.
"Office. I have one being prepared right next to mine," Oliver revealed, a hint of excitement in his tone.
"The one with the windows that looks out onto the city? I’m not an executive," I pointed out, a touch of disbelief in my voice.
"You’re an executive’s fiancée," Oliver countered, a smirk playing on his lips.
"People will talk," I said.
"Who cares? You shouldn’t. They’ll talk even more when you’re Mrs. Oliver Fox," Oliver reassured me, his gaze unwavering.
"Mrs. Oliver Fox? You mean Mrs. Ryleigh Fox?" I challenged.
He put a hand to his chest. "Excuse me, how male chauvinist of me," Oliver chuckled, admitting his oversight.
