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My eyelids fluttered open to see him standing over me, his shirt clinging to his sweat-drenched body.
Was it morning already?
“Where did you go?” I asked, confused by his sudden disappearance.
“To work out on my treadmill. I was hoping you wouldn’t hear it,” he explained, a sheepish smile playing on his lips.
“I didn’t. I slept like a rock,” I admitted, feeling grateful for the uninterrupted rest.
“You need to get up and pack. We’re leaving at lunchtime,” Oliver informed me, his tone businesslike.
I frowned, surprised by the change in plans. “I thought we were leaving tonight.”
“We were, but I just got Finley’s confirmation. He’s leaving the office early,” Oliver explained.
“What about everyone else?” I asked, feeling a pang of anxiety.
“All confirmed, even Sadie. She’ll meet us at the limo,” he reassured me, his efficiency calming my nerves.
“You called everyone and set this up?” I asked, amazed by his organizational skills.
“It’s what I do,” he replied simply, shrugging off the praise.
With a swift movement, Oliver peeled off his sweat-soaked shirt, revealing his glistening, toned physique in the morning sunlight filtering through the windows. I couldn’t help but marvel at his beauty, feeling a surge of gratitude for having him in my life.
He leaned down to kiss me softly before disappearing into the bathroom for a shower, leaving me to drift back to sleep in the warmth of our bed.
“Ryleigh, you have to get up if you want to shower.”
I opened my eyes to find a droplet of water falling onto my forehead from Oliver’s shoulder.
“You like me dirty, so I won’t shower,” I remarked playfully.
“I do like you dirty, and that’s your choice,” he replied with a teasing smile.
“I took one last night anyway,” I said.
I watched him as he dropped his towel, unable to tear my eyes away from his sculpted behind. The memory of the pleasure I felt when I dug my nails into it flashed through my mind. Oliver emerged from the closet a few minutes later, dressed in tan slacks and a light blue oxford shirt without a tie.
“Casual? Are you feeling all right?” I teased, raising an eyebrow.
“I don’t have any meetings today, and we’re leaving at noon,” he explained, his tone relaxed.
“What will the other employees say?” I chided, unable to resist poking fun at his departure from the usual formal attire.
“I don’t really care,” he shrugged, dismissing the concern.
“Can I wear jeans?” I asked, seizing the opportunity to dress down.
“If you want,” he replied, his gaze lingering on me appreciatively.
“You should have casual Fridays. Did you ever consider it?” I asked.
“No. We have too many clients in and out of the building,” he explained, his practicality winning over my suggestion.
“So that’s a no?” I clarified, a hint of disappointment in my voice.
“It’s a no,” he confirmed, his tone final.
