I look up at him, coffee in hand, those icy eyes fixed on me. He pulls out the chair next to me, and immediately, I tense. My insides twist with delicious anticipation as his luxurious scent of wood and leather fills my lungs. His dark hair grazes the edge of his eyebrows, slightly messy, but in a way that is somehow still quite refined. He leans into my space, his warmth encasing me as his gaze drifts to my lips.
I can’t deny he’s intriguing to me as well.
In so many ways, he’s exactly who I expected him to be, but…
There are moments he’s not what I expected either.
He reaches out with his thumb, so smoothly, so swiftly, I barely have time to process the touch.
He swipes it across the corner of my mouth, and my cock springs to life as my lips part of their own accord.
“Better be careful,” he says, his voice almost as rich as the chocolate taste on my tongue. “These things can be a bit… messy.”
He pulls his thumb away, and I can see the chocolate painted on his skin. I watch with bated breath as he slips it into his mouth, licking it clean. I can’t take my eyes off him, or the way his thumb fits between his lips. My cock aches as my phone buzzes with notifications.
I swallow hard as I cross my legs, pressing them together to quell the sudden hardness pressing against my tight slacks.
“I’ll be back,” he says, his voice some strange mix of husky and raspy that does not help my problem one bit.
“I need to, uh… check in with Chickadee… about… something.” He clears his throat. “Enjoy your breakfast, and when I get back, I want those businesses ready for pitch.”
He pushes away from me, and it’s like some switch has flipped. Like the man who just had his fuckingthumbin the corner of my mouth, the man responsible forthislittle problem aching between my legs, is just… gone. Like a damn ghost.
But I’m haunted, all the same.
“Yes,” I say, clearing my own throat. “Yes, Sir.”
I watch as he leaves, and the moment he shuts the door, I come undone. My body loosens and I slide down in my chair, groaning with defeat.
“What the fuck…” I mutter. “...was that?”
Chapter Thirteen
Oliver
My phone rings, and I pick it up without a second thought.
“Yes?”
“Ah, so you are alive.” Robbie’s bitter voice caresses me, but it doesn’t feel good. Not like it should.
“I know you do not believe me, but I amworking.From the hours of seven to five, every single day. Some days, possibly later if mybossneeds me to.”
“You aren’t so busy you can’t answer a damn text. I know your phone is glued to your side because your schedules are synced, so don’t give me that shit, Oliver.”
“What do you want?” I ask, my gaze fixed on the door, waiting for Sloane to return at any minute…
“I have it on good authority that our boy is invited to Parker Pavrocci’s big party this weekend.”
“Parker who?” I ask. “How did you get that—”
“Doesn’t matter,” Robbie says cooly. “Parker and Sloane used to be quite close. Roomates.”
“And this matters why?” I ask, trying to keep my voice low.
“They had a bit of a falling out.” Robbie’s voice is nonchalant. “But you’re going to patch that up. By insisting he go to Parker’s party.”
“Why?” I ask, adjusting my stupid cock, which has not gone down yet.
