“Well, if you ever want to turn the tables just say anything about denim kilts or tartan patterns on dress shirts. He hates those ideas,” Harper said with a playful smirk and took a bite of her toasted cheese sandwich. Oliver’s blue eyes lit up with genuine delight at her suggestion, a slow grin spreading across his face. “Denim kilts? Tartan patterns on dress shirts? I will keep that in my arsenal for future use.” He picked up his ham and cheese sandwich, taking a deliberate bite while keeping his gaze locked on her. The action drew attention to the way his jaw worked as he chewed, highlighting the strong line of his profile. “Consider it filed under ‘corporate torture techniques’,” he added after swallowing. “Next time Knox starts lecturing about sustainable fabrics, I will bring up the
