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“What exactly did they say to you?” Oliver’s tone darkened, his protective side surfacing.
“They said you were too old and that I shouldn’t want to hang out with you. They invited me out, implying I should ditch you for a good time.”
Oliver’s jaw clenched. “I’ll handle it.”
I shook my head. “No need. I shut them down pretty effectively.”
“I don’t like them disrespecting you—or me,” he said, his voice tight with anger.
I squeezed his hand. “I handled it. Let’s focus on the project. Those guys aren’t worth our time.”
Oliver nodded, his grip on my hand tightening. “You’re right. But if they bother you again, tell me immediately.”
“Of course,” I assured him. “But for now, let’s get back to the hotel. We have a lot to discuss about the project.”
As we rode back, the tension slowly ebbed away, replaced by a shared determination to make the project a success and to enjoy each other’s company, free from the distractions of entitled brats.
Upstairs in our room, I slipped into a pair of light pink shorts with "Columbia" stamped on the posterior in white block lettering and a matching short t-shirt without a bra. It was just us in the hotel room, and I didn’t feel the need for one.
Oliver paced around the living area, phone pressed to his ear. He had discarded his jacket but still wore his dress shirt and slacks. I grabbed a bottle of water from the small refrigerator and plopped onto the couch, picking green grapes from the complimentary gift basket.
“Don’t eat too many of those,” Oliver said, glancing my way as he loosened his tie and unbuttoned his sleeves.
“Why? Are we going out?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Not right away. I thought we’d order lunch soon. It’s almost twelve. We have a conference call at 1:30 and another at 2:30.” He paused, his eyes roaming over me. “You’re not wearing a bra, are you?”
I grinned. “No. Why do I need to wear a bra?”
“You don’t, though you’re very enticing without one.”
He sat down next to me, his fingers tracing the outline of my breast through the thin fabric. My nipples hardened instantly. Oliver’s mouth followed his fingers, sucking gently through my t-shirt. My belly clenched as I pushed his head away.
I let out a frustrated breath. “Don’t.”
“Why not?” he asked, his voice low and husky.
“Period, remember?”
Oliver’s brow furrowed. “I don’t give a shit. It doesn’t bother me.”
“It will make a mess,” I protested.
“Want to take a shower together?”
“I wanted you this morning,” I admitted, my voice tinged with desire.
Oliver raised his head, his sapphire blue eyes locking onto mine. “You didn’t say anything.”
“I didn’t think I had to. I practically pranced around the bedroom naked.”
He quirked an eyebrow. “That’s what that was?”
Oliver removed his tie, seductively slipping it through his collar before he started to unbutton his shirt.
“Oliver, sometimes you are so unaware.”
He chuckled, his fingers brushing a stray hair from my face. “I hope you know once the house on our island is built, I’ll want you naked the entire time we’re there.”
