LOGIN“Oliver speaks very highly of you,” Marius continued, his voice dropping slightly. “Says you are the most organized person he has ever worked with.” A hint of amusement touches his lips as he leaned against the edge of his desk. “He also mentioned how… dedicated you are to your job.” He pushed off the desk and took a step closer to where Harper stood. Harper lightly grinded her teeth, already seeing where this conversation could lead. “I am cur
“He knows,” Oliver says, his voice low and steady. “But he is not stupid. He will be watching for any sign of favouritism. If we come in there acting like a team, he might suspect something, but if we present a solid business case, he will be too busy calculating the ROI to care about our personal lives.” He steps closer to Harper, his hand sliding to the small of her back, pulling her just an inch closer. “We keep it strictly professional. No lingering looks, no inside jokes. I will be the demanding boss, and you will be the efficient secretary who just happens to have a brilliant mind for strategy.” his eyes soften as they meet hers. “That is going to be hard,” she comments softly. “I like it when you are all demanding and professional.” His hand on her back tightens for a fraction of a second, his knuckles brushing the fabric of her jacket. A slow, dangerous smirk spreads across his face– the kind he usually saves
“The Love Self Esteem Project,” Oliver repeats, testing the words. “It is a bold move. It would certainly differentiate us from the usual high-glamour, retouch heavy campaigns our competitors are running.” He taps his fingers rhythmically against the countertop, a habit he falls into when he is processing a new strategy. “It would require a completely overhaul of our visual direction. We would need to move away from perfectionism and focus on authenticity. That means no heavy airbrushing, real skin textures, diverse casting– the whole works.” He looks at Harper, his eyes sharp with interest. “It is a significant pivot for our brand identity. It would be a massive undertaking, but the PR benefits could be enormous of we execute it correctly.”“And it could significantly decrease the spending,” Harper added confidently. Oliver’s eyebrows shoot up, and he leans forward, his interest piqued by the financial a
“I was making you breakfast. Eggs and toast? Or do you want something heavier? You look like you could use a large cup of coffee,” Oliver tilts his head, studying Harper’s face to gauge how much energy she actually has this morning. “I slept amazingly,” she said and leans up to kiss him lightly on the lips. “Coffee sounds amazing. So does your breakfast idea.” His smile widens at her kiss, his hands lingering on her waist for a moment longer than necessary before he releases her. “Coming right up,” he says, turning back to the counter with renewed purpose. He moves with practiced efficiency, cracking eggs into a bowl with one hand while the other reaches for two mugs. He pours the coffee, the rich aroma filling the small space, and sets the mugs down on the island near where she is leaning. “Sit. I will bring it over,” he commands gently, nodding toward the bar stools. “I am going to get dressed really quick,&rd
Marius continued into his modern kitchen at the back, where a long dark kitchen island accompanied by several wooden bar stools with black metal lags, separated the living room from the kitchen. Above the island hung three pendant lights with simple elegant fixtures. He opened one of the white cabinetries lining the kitchen wall and took a glass out. Then he moved over to the fridge and poured himself some soda. He moved through his house like ghost. When he entered his bedroom, he did not bother changing out of his dress shirt, simply unbuttoning the top few buttons and pulling his phone from his pocket. He walked over to his bed as he looked to see if her had any messages or emails. The bed was unmade, with soft grey bedding and several pillows loosely arranged across the mattress. Large black metal window frames dominate the right side of the room and heavy dark grey curtains hang from ceiling-mounted tracks.A light grey area rug extends beneath the bed and along the left
“Oh fuck,” Marius gasped out, his free hand slamming against the tile will for support. “Just like that– take me deeper.” His other hand guided Isabella’s head with increasing urgency, guiding her movement to match the rhythm he craved. The combination of her skilled mouth and the warm water cascading down his chest sent waves of pleasure crashing through him. “You are going to make me cum so fast if you keep going like that,” he warned through gritted teeth. “I want to feel you swallow every drop.” The steam swirled thicker around them as he struggled to maintain control, his body already tensing with the approaching climax. His body went rigid as his orgasm hit him with full force, his fingers tightening in her hair as he poured himself down her throat. A deep groan escaped his lips while the water continued to stream over them both. “Swallow it all,” he commanded roughly, his hips thrusting forward one last t
“Come on,” Marius said softly, helping Isabella stand on shaky legs. “Let’s get you cleaned up. You have earned a proper bath after all that.” His hands found hers naturally as he led her toward the suite’s opulent bathroom. The marble floor gleamed underfoot while soft lighting cast a warm glow across the spacious room. “Unless you would prefer a shower?” he offered with a teasing grin. “A quick shower would be better,” she said casually. They go into the spacious, modern bathroom. The room was designed with a clean, minimalist aesthetic and a soft neutral colour palette. The room was large and open, with light cream coloured floor tiles and the walls are painted in warm, muted tones. There is a smooth, curved white bathtub on the right side of the room, positioned near a large window which is dressed in taupe curtains that are partially open.Next to the bathtub sits a compact, rounded, modern toilet. Against the b
Harper’s hand moving to wrap around Oliver’s hard erection. “I did not think you would be so... Big,” she added softly. Oliver’s icy blue eyes fluttered shut for a brief moment as her hand wrapped around his erection, the warmth and pressure of her touch sending sparks of pleasure through his ent
“Besides, I have been thinking about this all day. My patience has officially run out,” Oliver added as the doors slid shut, trapping them in the confined space of the elevator together. “I know what you mean,” Harper whisper so softly he barely heard it. “Just for clarity. How will tonight chang
Oliver leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest as he studied Marius. “An art exhibition?” he repeated skeptically. “Since when do you care about art, Marius? Last I checked, your idea of culture involved neon lights and overpriced cocktails.” His eyes flickered towards Harper s
“Perhaps, in this case resistance is futile? Perhaps, the opposite is the solution.” Harper suggested trying to maintain a professional face. She felt her cheeks flush and her heartbeat quicken. “How about a drink after work?” she added quickly, before she can change her m







