Page 74 of When He Was Mine

“Difficult,” he teased, a grin spreading across his face.

“I’m not. I’m just curious,” I protested.

“If you hurry, you’ll find out soon enough.”

After slipping on my coat, he led me to the elevator, and we descended to the lobby. Outside, a limo was waiting.

“What are you up to, Oliver Fox?” I narrowed my eyes at him, suspecting another one of his surprises.

“Vlad, take us back to the penthouse,” he instructed the driver, ignoring my question.

I crossed my arms and stared at him. A smile danced on his lips as he pretended to be busy reading emails on his phone. Dragging information out of him would only make him tease me more, so I kept my mouth shut.

Back at the penthouse, he told me to dress warmly.

“Warm for what?” I asked.

“Just do it.”

He went to the closet to remove his charcoal gray suit, and I couldn’t resist admiring his sculpted body as he dressed. He turned and caught me looking, making me blush and look away.

“Hurry up. You take so long,” he chided, a playful smirk on his lips.

I pulled on a pair of dark blue jeans and a thick royal blue sweater. Oliver was now in black jeans and a cashmere V-neck gray sweater. Fifteen minutes later, we were back in the limo, joined by Brenda and Trevor. I raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything as Oliver put his arm around my shoulders.

We headed toward midtown, and I tried to figure out where we were going. My suspicions were confirmed when we pulled up near Rockefeller Center. I had mentioned to Oliver that it would be fun to ice skate and walk Fifth Avenue to look at the holiday windows.

“You’re taking me ice skating?” I asked, excitement bubbling up inside me.

“Yes. You said you wanted to.”

I leaned in and gave him a lingering kiss on the lips, my heart swelling with affection. We skated for over an hour until my nose hurt from the cold. The sun began to set, and the wind picked up, adding a biting chill to the air. Trevor skated with us, keeping a watchful eye out, while Brenda patrolled the perimeter of the rink.

Even though it was a weekday, the rink was filled with people enjoying the ice. Oliver was a surprisingly good skater, even going backwards with ease. After we finished, we went inside to warm up with some hot chocolate.

I cradled the warm cup in my hands, feeling content and happy. “Thank you, Oliver. This was perfect.”

He smiled, his eyes twinkling. “You said you wanted to go. Work was light today so I thought we would take off early.”

I scooped up some of the whipped cream from the top of my hot chocolate and held it out for Oliver. He sucked my finger into his mouth, caressing the pad with his tongue before he let it go. A bolt of heat shot through me, warming my body and making my core clench with desire.

“What are we doing tonight?” I asked huskily.

“What would you like to do?” Oliver asked, his voice rich and inviting.

“Pizza with the works,” I replied, feeling a twinge of guilt.

“With the works?” he echoed, eyebrow arched.

“I know, I’ve been lazy this week.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “We’ll go to the gym for longer next week, maybe an hour and a half.”

I sighed. “I guess. I need to do some shopping, too.”

“I thought you did last week.”

“That was online, but some things require in-store purchases.”

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