“Our relationship starts and ends when we leave the building each evening. Understood?” Oliver asks sternly. Harper nods. “I understand. It is probably for the best. Would not want anyone catching us doing something inappropriate,” she agrees. Oliver’s shoulders relaxed visibly at her agreement, a relieved smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Exactly. Professionalism comes first, especially since we are in such a visible position within the company.” He leaned back against the pillows, pulling her closer so her head rested on the same level. The comfortable silence stretched between them for a moment before he spoke again. “But that does not mean we can’t plan ahead for after-hours,” Oliver suggested, his voice taking on a more playful tone. His fingers began tracing lazy patterns a
