“And if you say PUP, I’ll know to crash the program because it’sunwanted.”
I give him a reassuring smile. “Yes.”
“Where are we going?” he asks, turning in his seat. “The office is—”
“We aren’t going to the office today,” I tell him nonchalantly.
“We’re… not?” He looks at me with confused green eyes.
“You didn’t think we’d be confined to an office every day, did you?” I tease him.
“I—”
“We have many things to do today, and none of them require sitting behind my desk or staring at your computer.”
He sits back in his seat and pouts, and the grin spreads on my face.
“Don’t pout, Oliver. I think you’re going to enjoy what I have planned today.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Oliver
When Sloane pulls up toRiverstone Tailorsand parks on the side of the street, I have to do a double take.
“What is this?” I ask as he casually leans back in his driver’s seat.
“They don’t open until nine, so I thought perhaps we could get breakfast first.”
I glance up and down the street, not quite surewherehe’s talking about since I don’t see a restaurant on this street at all. Just large skyscrapers and the elegant scroll font of the tailors.
“I had breakfast," I say, crossing my arms.
Sloane smirks. “How much sugar was in that breakfast?”
“It doesn’t matter," I say defensively.
Sloane chuckles.
“You will see my reasoning one day, Oliver.”
He gets out of the car and opens my door before I can even get my damn hand on the handle.
“You are an asshole, you know that?” I say.
Sloane grins.
“Yes, I am aware.”
He closes the door and stands straighter, his demeanor shifting once more to the one I know from the office. The public persona, I realize.
“Come," he says sternly, taking off for the sidewalk.
I don’t think twice about following him or the words I say in response.
“Yes, Sir.”
I follow him one block down from where we parked, and he turns into a shaded alley.
