Instead, he rises, Chromebook clutched to his chest, and the motion puts him smack against me and my body. I have to shift so he won’t feel my damn cock.
“Come," I say, my voice darker than it should be. “I believe you have much work to do.”
And with that, I leave Oliver Green in my midst.
Chapter Twelve
Oliver
The morning goes by without a hitch. I have Sloane’s coffee—and my own—ready by seven thirty, and manage to get the rest of my information down for consideration by eight fifteen, when Chicora knocks on the door with two bags fromL’Orange,the upscale French cafe a few blocks over.
“Good morning, Chickadee,” Sloane says without looking up from his computer.
I glance up at her, and she gives me a warm smile as she slips in through the door over to the table where I sit. She setsbothbags down in front of me, and I get a heavy whiff of something sugary. It makes my mouth water.
“Morning, Mr. Pierce,” she says, giving me a smirk. “Oliver.”
“Good Morning, Mrs. Deangelo.”
“Don’t forget we have the meeting with the lab this afternoon," she says, pulling out several boxes. She cracks them open and then lays them out on the table.
“How could I forget?” Sloane drawls as he spins in his chair, crossing his legs as he leans one hand against his head. He watches us intently.
“You have to watch this one,” Chicora says. “He gets all hyper-fixated on things and then before you know it…” She kisses her fingertips. “Alice is late for a very important date.”
I can’t help but laugh at her cavalier tone. Sloane grumbles.
“Last I checked,Alicewas not the one running Wonderland.”
I let out a chuckle of my own.
Chicora slides a box to me.
“What is—”
“This one’s got your name on it, sweetheart.”
I pop open the box, my eyebrows furrowing.
In the box is what looks like a giant pancake burrito, smothered in chocolate and cream. The scent wafts into my nose, and the prevalent smell of chocolate and nuts makes my damn mouth water.
“What is this?” I ask.
“A crepe,” Sloane says with a shrug. “Chocolate hazelnut. I assumed you did not have a nut allergy, due to your little quip earlier," he smirks. “About squirreling away the nuts in the break room.”
Chicora lets out a giggle.
“No, no allergies here.” I cast him a knowing glare.
Chicora grabs a box and heads over to Sloane’s desk, setting in front of him.
“Thank you, Chickadee. You set up the remainder of the catering in the break room?”
“Yes, your majesty,” she sarcastically drawls.
He rolls his eyes.
“Make sure the rest of the staff know about the spread.”
