“Come here,” Oliver murmured, reaching out to pull Harper up from the floor and onto his lap again. His arms wrapped securely around her waist as he settled her comfortably against his chest once more. “Let me hold you for minute.” His hands began smoothing down her rumpled clothes, straightening her shirt and adjusting her red leather skirt back into place with tender care. The professional CEO mask had completely fallen away, leaving only the man who was utterly captivated by his secretary. “You were amazing,” he said quietly against her hair. “Absolutely perfect.”
“Well, I am glad you liked it,” Harper said, her voice still laced with embarrassment and her cheeks coloured by a light blush. Oliver’s thumb gently stroked the pink blush on her cheeks, his expression warm with affection.
