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“Is it a big deal?” he asked, genuinely puzzled.
“No, but you have to stop this. Two more weeks and we give the caterer the head count. You can’t add any more people to the list.”
“I promise, this is it,” he said earnestly.
“I bet,” I retorted, not entirely convinced.
“I have to leave. Can I have a kiss?” he asked, a teasing smile playing at his lips.
“Do I have a choice?” I shot back, my annoyance still simmering.
“If you want to leave poor Oliver with empty lips, you do,” he replied, his tone light but his eyes intense.
“Poor and Oliver do not go together,” I said, unable to resist a smile.
He came around the desk and bent down, his lips hovering over mine. I gave him a quick peck and looked back at my screen, trying to maintain some semblance of control.
“That is not an ‘I’ll be away for two days’ kiss,” he said, his voice a low growl.
“Then don’t go if you want better kisses,” I challenged.
“Come on, Ryleigh, don’t be difficult,” he pleaded, frustration and affection mingling in his eyes.
“It’s my signature,” I replied, tilting my head up defiantly.
He cupped my face between his hands and pressed a hard kiss to my lips, his tongue invading my mouth with a force that sent electricity shooting down to my core. My clit throbbed in response, and I knew if he kept it up, I would make him late for his flight.
Our heated moment was interrupted by a knock on the open door. Henri stood there, looking slightly uncomfortable.
“Excuse me, sir. Your car is ready,” Henri said politely.
Oliver pulled back, his eyes still locked on mine. “I’ll see you in two days.”
“Yeah, two days,” I echoed, trying to hide the longing in my voice.
As he walked away, a part of me wished I had asked him to stay.
Chapter 18
Brad Alistair, my trainer, was relentless this evening. He cranked up the speed on the treadmill, then had me pummel the heavy bag until my arms felt like jelly. By the time I was done, sweat was dripping from my shoulders and face, and I was thoroughly exhausted.
“You did good today,” Brad said, handing me a towel.
“You’re a sadist,” I shot back, wiping the sweat off my face.
“But isn’t it worth it?” He grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
I couldn't help but smile. “Yes.”
Over his shoulder, I noticed a couple of women eyeing him. It wasn't surprising; Brad was a sight to behold with his muscular frame, blond hair, and chiseled features. Even though he was gay and happily married, he was still a hit with the ladies. Brad was also best friends with Kat Argento, one of Oliver’s business associates in the software industry.
Kat had built a dating website, One On One, before her partner pushed her out. She walked away with over half a billion dollars and went on to bigger and better things, including marriage and three kids.
Brad interrupted my thoughts. “You look great. Ready for your wedding?”
“I’m getting there,” I sighed. “Oliver keeps adding people to the guest list, and it’s driving me crazy.”
He chuckled. “The life of a mogul.”
