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“And this is my assistant, Miss Scott,” Oliver says, giving me a half-smiling nod that makes my stomach tighten a hint. He looks back to the group and the smile falls, pulling my attention off him as he slides in beside me, towards another man who is literally licking his lips as his eyes slide down my body.
“Pleasure to finally meet you in person,” the creep says taking a step towards us. “I’m Zack Prescott,” he adds, holding out his hand towards me. “I must say, you’re not at all what I was expecting, and I mean that in the best way possible. Please, call me Zack. You don’t mind if I call you Dani, do you?”
“It’s Miss Scott,” Oliver says, stepping up so he’s blocking Zack’s hand from me. “Keep your eyes to yourself, Prescott, and stay away from my assistant,” he adds on almost a whisper, so the rest of the room doesn’t overhear.
Oliver’s hand slides onto my back, moving me to Dani’s chair, before he takes his own, as others begin to sit down. I’ve already put a cup of coffee in his spot, made just the way Dani told me takes it, with a dash of milk and two spoons of sugar. I gulp at my own, which is far lighter than his, but also lighter than Dani’s as well, since she only uses sugar, while I have to have some vanilla creamer in mine.
“You steer clear of Zack Prescott while he’s here, got it?” Oliver nearly growls next to my ear in a hushed tone, making my nipples harden at the look on his face when he pulls back a hint, almost daring me to argue. Even if I wanted to, which I definitely don’t, and know for fact my sister wouldn’t either, I wouldn’t be able to because that look steals my breath. It also makes me curious about his relationship with Dani again.
My sister wouldn’t hide if something was going on between them, right? I mean, she’d cop to it if she was worried that he’d say something or do something while we’re alone, surely.
Fuck, I hate the hurt running through me, thinking of my sister kissing Oliver’s handsome mug. Having his long, lean body pressed against hers.
My thoughts are interrupted by Oliver clearing his throat, his eyes on me again, and I give him a whispered, “What?” when he continues to stare at me.
“Are you ready to begin the recording, Miss Scott?” he asks, his brow lifting as a hint of a smirk hits his lips, and I don’t know if I’d rather smack it off or kiss it off.
“Whenever you are, Mr. Wilmont,” I retort, and the glittering in his eyes says he doesn’t like my tone. It also makes me wonder if he’s onto us, and I do my best as the next hour and a half passes by to not give him the chance to question my identity.
It’s so hard to stay awake as the group goes through the proposal. I jot down notes in the packet, to keep myself from slipping, and breathe a sigh of relief when Oliver suggests afifteen-minute break. I pause the recording, then hurry to the bathroom before he can say anything to me. The questions keep swirling through my mind, and I take my phone, moving down the side hallway when I’m finished, and call Dani for help.
“Hi, is everything okay?” Dani asks when I hiss out a hello.
“Holy crap, Sis. Please tell me your boss doesn’t know that we’re…you know,” I say, glancing around to make sure no one’s paying me any attention in the suites behind me.
“No, I’ve never said that we’re…you know,” Dani replies.
“Crap, are you still there? It’s ten-thirty already. I figured you’d be in and out, unless the jerk’s making you wait,” I scoff, madder at stupid Mr. Prince if he is.
“It doesn’t matter right this second, why are you asking about Oliver for?” Dani asks, and a jolt hits me, hearing her say his name.
I don’t know how to classify it, best I could tell it’d be jealousy, but that’s just stupid. “I don’t know, it just felt weird I guess. We’re taking a short break and hopefully we’ll be done by twelve-thirty, so I can meet you at the café then. You think you’ll be able to make it still, right?”
“Yes, twelve-thirty should be fine,” Dani assures me. “What is going on at the office to make it feel weird?”
“Does he always call you Miss Scott because he’s been calling me that non-stop except for when I first got here today,” I ask, swearing it’s stupid to still wonder if there’s something my sister didn’t tell me about them.
“He only calls me by name when we’re alone. In meetings or talking to others it’s Miss Scott because there were several who tried to treat me like a dumb teenager when I first started despite being twenty-one. He just does it to make sure they treat me professionally.”
“Thank god, seriously, I swore he knew I wasn’t you. Okay, I think that means I can get through the rest of this morningwithout any issues. Shit, tell me you’re alone right now,” I add on a gasp, praying no one overheard her side of the conversation just now.
“It’s fine, nothing to worry about,” Dani promises me. “I’ll see you in a bit. Just behave and for the love of god, don’t get me fired.”
“I’ll do my best. I should probably get back inside for the rest of the meeting. See ya,” I say, before ending the call. I knew it was crazy to think that she and Oliver were secretly together.
She wouldn’t risk something happening by accident with me if she was. Hell, she was always concerned that the boys she dated that knew me, were just with her because we look alike, and it didn’t help the last jerk she went out with in high school did just that. No way would she not say something if they were secretly together, and I was going to be here today.
Which is a damn good thing considering how much I want him. It’s absolutely crazy, but as his handsome face pops back into my brain, making every part of my body wake, I know it’s true. I want my sister’s boss. Want him to want me.
I don’t know how to make that happen. Definitely can’t today or he’d know about the switch and likely fire my sister. I wouldn’t risk that, so I just need to get through the rest of this meeting and forget him—for now at least. Maybe I can find a way to stop by in a couple weeks, see if the way he looks at me stays the same—while praying he doesn’t ask Dani out because it really seems he’s jealous of Zack Prescott’s attention on her—or me, whatever I mean. I’m confusing myself now, and that’s definitely not needed.
Chapter 2
Oliver
Iswore I was losing my mind earlier. That I was suddenly having a mid-life crisis, even though I am only thirty-five, because that’s the only thing that seemed possible to explain my suddenly insane desire for my assistant. The assistant I’ve spent the last four years working with without a single ounce of anything beyond friendship between us.
Seeing her walking around in those sexy stilettos and her normally sexless blouse giving me tantalizing glimpses of her cleavage had me rock hard. Something I’ve never worried about happening when it came to Dani.
