44. The Date

OLIVER

She ate in silence once I was done with her lunch and her stomach growled fiercely.

"Don't ever starve yourself again," I warned but she ignored and simply stuffed her face with food.

I pulled off the apron and sat next to her, watching her eat with a content smile on my face. She gulped down her food so fast, I pushed a cup of water her way. She accepted with narrowed eyes, still fuming in anger at me.

Her hair fell over her shoulders when she leaned forward and I rubbed my fingers as I imagined helping her with it but she wouldn't want me touching her. It had taken a lot not to fuck her on the dinning table and spread her out like she lunch.

"Stop staring at me," she grumbled.

My phone rang in my pants and I took it out to see it was Victor. Did he finally get the document I needed?

"What?" I turned the other way as I answered the phone. "I see…" well she wouldn't like to hear this but she brought it upon herself. "How did that get out again?"

"Hotel staff. It can't be