“Right," he says, swallowing hard as she exits the conference room, leaving Oliver and I alone.
I swear it is like fate is testing more than just my patience as of late.
I rise, meeting his knowing gaze.
“I expect that list on my desk in twenty minutes," I say as Oliver’s gaze drifts to my mouth, then to my eyes.
“Twenty minutes?” he says with a gasp. “It’ll take me ten to get back upstairs!”
I reach out and smooth his collar, my fingers twitching to touch his neck. To feel his pulse I know is racing from the panic, the shock.
The audacity.
“Then you better start sprinting, Rabbit. The clock is ticking.”
Chapter Fifteen
Oliver
I toss the paper with three names on his desk.
Parker Porvacci is at the very top.
I stand there with my hands clasped, my jaw tight.
I feel like Sloane Pierce and I have not only brandished our gloves, but weareactively dueling. The problem is only one of us can emerge victorious, and though I want tosubmitto him, let him take this win, I can’t find it in me to do so.
It’s like something inside of me woke up, and it doesn’t want to go back to sleep.
Sloane glances at his watch.
“Right on the dot. Look at that.” He smiles sexily.
It pisses me off, but also…
That little voice inside of me feels proud of that smile.
“Do not ask me my preference. I do not know any of these people," I say carefully.
Sloane chews his bottom lip as he looks at the list.
“Do you like parties, Oliver?” he asks.
“Not particularly, Sir.” I make sure to enunciate the r as bitterly as I can.
“Neither do I," he says, tossing the paper down. “Looks like we have something else in common.”
“What are the odds?” I say, humor lacing my voice.
Sloane smiles and I feel my cheeks pinken, and damnit!
I’m supposed to be mad! Angry!
I’m not supposed to fold like a fucking metal chair at a high school graduation!
“This one," he says, pointing to Parker’s name.
“Parker Porvacci? Are you… friends?” I hope that sounded smoother to him than it did to me…
