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“I decided I don’t want you to be my personal assistant. I want you to be my trainee. I’ll teach you everything so you can handle things in my absence,” he announced, his eyes full of determination.
“Are you planning on going somewhere?” I inquired, a hint of concern creeping into my voice.
“I have meetings planned and might need you to handle a negotiation,” Oliver explained, his gaze steady as he assessed my reaction.
“I can’t do that. I’m nowhere near ready,” I protested, feeling a surge of apprehension at the thought of such responsibility.
“Did I say tomorrow?” Oliver countered, a faint smile playing on his lips. “Your education started ten minutes ago and so far, you get an A.”
“Do I get a reward?” I asked, unable to resist a playful remark.
“When we get home,” Oliver replied with a suggestive grin.
“My home or yours?” I asked, feeling a flutter of excitement at the prospect of spending more time together.
He settled into his chair. “I wanted to talk to you about that. You should move in with me.”
I gasped. “Move in?” I echoed, feeling a mixture of surprise and anticipation at his proposal.
“You’re there a lot anyway,” Oliver pointed out, his voice gentle as he voiced his reasoning.
“But Sadie can’t afford the apartment on her own,” I objected, feeling a pang of guilt at the thought of leaving my best friend in a difficult situation.
“You can pay until the lease is up or I’ll give her a check,” Oliver offered, his tone reassuring.
“I’m not sure how much she’s there anyway. I think she’s been at Finley’s apartment,” I admitted, feeling a twinge of concern for my best friend’s budding romance.
“They’re getting hot and heavy?” he asked.
I shrugged. “I guess. I need to spend some time with her,” I mused, making a mental note to catch up with Sadie soon.
“This weekend. We’re heading to Southampton,” Oliver said.
“I can’t wait. Should we go there early?” I suggested, eager to start our weekend getaway.
“You just started and you’re asking for a day off already?” Oliver teased, a playful smirk gracing his features.
“No. I wouldn’t take advantage,” I replied, shaking my head with a laugh.
“I know you wouldn’t. It’s all taken care of. My staff will clean and stock my home with food and drinks. We’ll have a chef there all weekend so we can relax without cooking,” he said.
I clasped my hands together. “I can’t wait. I want to swim in the ocean,” I said, already envisioning the blissful weekend ahead.
“Do you know when everyone will arrive?” He inquired, shifting the conversation back to our plans.
“Probably late. My parents and Matthew are taking the Jitney,” I replied.
“They don’t need to. We can all travel in my limo,” Oliver suggested, his practicality shining through.
“You always want to leave late,” I pointed out, teasing him gently.
“Because I hate the traffic,” Oliver countered with a grin.
“I don’t think everyone wants to leave at eleven,” I remarked, considering our family’s preferences.
“What time will they get there on the Jitney?” Oliver questioned, his brow furrowing with concern.
“Probably eleven,” I said.
