“Not going to make your move?”
He laughs at me. “And have Liam murder me? Nah.”
Pressing my lips out, I consider his plan, and my doubts he will hold strong remain. “Okay, so a quick breakfast and caffeine fix and then we can go over which docs we will divvy out for this week’s workload.”
Oliver’s growing smirk concerns me, even more so when he slips his hand into his pocket only to pull out a little pearl bead that he holds between his fingers. “Found this in your hall when I came in.”
Damn. Must have missed one. Then again, that necklace was demolished in our fucking endeavors.
Casually, I step toward my coffee machine to make another cup for myself. “Did you?”
“Something you want to share?”
“Not particularly.” I push a button, and the sound of beans grinding calms me every single time.
“It’s okay to say that you had a guest over last night. I won’t judge you if it is your favorite neighbor either.” He sounds pleased with himself.
My fingers clasp onto the cup, and when the last drop falls, I bring the rim to my mouth. “So what? We got out a little aggression.”
He slams his hand onto the counter and seems ecstatic. “I knew it! Eventually, you two needed to work out whatever vibe you have going.”
“Vibe?” My brows rise.
He looks at me like I’m crazy. “Everyone knows that bickering is a front for deeper intentions.”
I shake my head gently side to side. “Well, it happened, and that is that. We ran into one another earlier as if it is a normal day.”
“Really?” His nose wiggles. “Huh.”
“The only thing to come out of it is perhaps a period of calm for the coming weeks. A temporary ceasefire in our intent on wanting to kill one another.”
Oliver seems doubtful. “But is it, though? Angry sex does things to people. So good luck with your idea.”
My exhausted breath can be heard. “Can we just focus onwhy you came over?”
“Came over? My guess is that it isn’t the same as the way you came with her.”
“You’re a little crass this morning.” I throw him a pointed look.
He shrugs. “What? This news makes my day. I want to see this all unravel. I mean, how the hell do you live next to the woman you had meaningless sex with?”
My jaw slides to the side. Huh, I didn’t think about that. “It will be fine.” Or maybe not.
“Sure. Make that your motto.”
“I regret telling you anything.”
“Then clean up the evidence a little better,” he counters.
I raise my palm to indicate for him to tune down this conversation. “Seriously, can we now focus on work?”
“We have that work event coming up. Are you bringing a date?”
“No,” I instantly reply.
Oliver gives me anoh reallylook. “I’m off the hook, as I’m our representative for that conference out in Anaheim. You’re the one who should probably not arrive solo, and you might have a solution for that.”
Tightening my jaw, I can’t even process anything anymore. “Work,” I direct.
