Chapter Two

Laurel took time with her makeup to hide the dark puffy circles under her eyes. She chose her outfit with care because she knew what Ollie liked. She picked out a grey sleeveless sheath dress; the material clung to her curves. The knee-length dress with the right heels made her legs look longer. A golden circle pendant hung between the deep v-neck of the dress. Laurel smoothed a hand down her sides and turned to see the back. A silver zipper ran the length of the thigh up across her back, and she had raised the zipper to mid-thigh for a sexy reminder of how easily the dress came off.

Ollie told her that he loved her legs and she was going to use that to her advantage. She pushed her breasts up, adding a little eye candy for her favorite playboy.

Laurel reached for her perfume and hesitated, it had been a gift from Tommy, Armani Code
by Giorgio Armani. He called it a seductive aroma, a complex mix of scents: orange blossom, honey, jasmine, and rounded out by a woodsy vanilla note. He would inhale her and tell her he craved her scent. He found her laying in his bed one night with nothing on but that perfume.

Her shoulders slumped and chest constricted. She couldn't think about Tommy, he was gone. She had failed him and destroyed what they were building. She didn't deserve the time she had with him and she shouldn't be allowed to think of him. Her hand cradled the bottle before she put it down and picked up her small bottle of Burberry for women. She'd worn it for years and Ollie would remember.

She called into work and told them she was still recovering from her attempted poisoning, that she was unable to come in. There was no question about her taking a few days off, with no cases to handle, she wasn't needed. Maybe the wife of a CEO shouldn't work, she didn't have the same passion for the law as she used to anyway. Maybe it was time for a change.

Laurel left her house and picked up Ollie's favorite cinnamon streusel cake, with a large, extra-pump, vanilla latte. He loved his coffee sweet and creamy, just like her, he would say. It was a tradition they had after a big fight for her to greet him in the morning with coffee and cakes. A sweet new beginning. She knew he was different now, but she also knew that he could never forget them.

Walking into Queen Consolidated, she held her head high, her shoulders back, she walked with drive and purpose. She ignored the security desk and went to the executive elevators, she knew the passcode and didn't need to be announced, like a commoner.

Inside the elevator she fluffed her hair, straightened her dressed, reapplied her dark pink lip gloss. She buzzed with excited energy, she had no room to be nervous. Why would she be nervous? Everyone knew Laurel and Oliver were meant to be together.

The doors opened, she took a deep breath and smiled. Stepping out she expected to see Oliver's secretary at her desk, but was annoyed to find it empty. She heard voices from the open glass door.

"Okay, but who or what is Shepard Book? That last episode made him sound…" Oliver's voice asked.

"I know! That's one thing that drove me crazy. Is he a spy? Is he a good guy? That laugh freaked me out. Some questions will be answered with the movie and some things we will never know. As soon as you're ready we'll watch it," a high feminine, excited voice answered.

"Depending on how the City is behaving, maybe we can watch it tonight. Unless you have other plans? I monopolize enough of your time, if you need a night off?"

"Hmm a movie or my nightly duties. Do you think my boss will miss me? He's a bit of a grumpy ass."

"Is he? Maybe I should have a talk with him, tell him not to be too hard on you."

"Oh no, I like it hard...and by that I mean challenging. Not sex or any part of your body, not that I have anything against your body or hard sex. Oh my god! Why aren't you stopping me?"

Laurel had heard enough of this conversation and knew that she need to put a stop to whatever was happening. She stepped forward into the doorway. Oliver stood next to his desk. He was smiling down to a small blonde in front of him. Laurel stilled at the smile on his face, it was rare to see him relaxed and much less with a smile, since his return.

She could almost count on one hand the number of times she had seen him truly smile and only once had it been at her. Laurel didn't know this blonde, but she knew that she was going to have to remind her of her place in Oliver's life. She felt a rush of fiery rage in her chest, she barely resisted stomping her foot.

She must have made a noise because Oliver reflexively stepped forward, his arm reached out and pushed the woman behind him. His stance was aggressive and protective. His face fierce. Laurel lifted her brow and wondered how dangerous he could really be now. Would he hurt her? No, that was ridiculous, he would never hurt her, she was too important to him. A small hand with teal fingernails landed on his tensed shoulders. Oliver took a slow deep breath and she watched recognition wash over him.

"Miss Lance, did you have an appointment?"

The small blonde poked her head around Oliver — bright blue eyes, pink smiling lips, dark brown glasses. Laurel thought she was cute-ish, but not Ollie's type at all, and she had no need to be worried about this nerdy girl.

"No, but I don't think Oliver minds. Do you Ollie?"

Laurel walked toward him, toward her future, and everything else fell away. She only had eyes for piercing blue eyes, and day-old scruff on a chiseled jaw. He wore a grey suit with a light blue shirt. Not too long ago she had been in his strong arms, wrapped around his hard, scarred body. It had been familiar, something they had always been good at, but he was stronger, bigger, more powerful. Her hands had avoided his scars when she could, a terrible reminder of his time away from her. She wondered if he could get the scars removed. A part of her had thought the shoulders were wrong, the hands touching her were too rough, and the hair shorter and lighter than it should be.

"Laurel, I wasn't expecting you. Does this have to do with Sara?"

Laurel felt disgust at her sister's name on his lips. How long had he known that she was alive? Were they sleeping together? Did they talk and laugh about her? Was this all some kind of game? She shook her head and gave him a soft smile.

"No, I came to say I am sorry. I don't even know where to begin. But I know that I want to try. I brought you coffee and streusel cake."

"Thank you, Laurel."

Oliver reached out for the bag and cup. He placed the bag behind him and took a sip of the coffee. He shuddered and cringed. The woman poked a finger into the bag to look, a smile on her face. Laurel knew she had met her before, but her name escaped her. Felicia maybe? She had been at the club and interrupted her while she had been talking to Ollie. The sudden urge to snatch the bag away from Felicia's clutches and see the look of hurt on her face was strong, but Oliver stood between them.

"Do you mind?" Laurel seethed.

Felicia snapped her hand away and with big eyes stared at her, "Oh, I'm sorry. I haven't had breakfast yet. And it smells so good. Oliver, did you see this thing? It's a work of delicious art. Mmm I smell warm cinnamon."

"Felicity, you can't have any, it has pecans." Oliver looked down at her with concern.

"Oh poop," her hand retracted from the bag. "Well, I guess I'll go eat a banana or something. Stupid nuts. Miss Lance, Oliver does have a ten A.M. appointment. Oliver, I left the report on your desk."

"Thank you, Felicity. I won't be long."

Laurel and Oliver watched the other women leave the office, she turned once with a smile for Oliver and closed the door. Laurel turned to Oliver and he was still watching Fe-licity. Does he always say her name like that, slow and drawn out? Disgusting.

She stepped forward, closing the gap between them.

"Ollie, have dinner with me tonight? I think we should talk. Really talk. I want to know what's going on in your life. Tell me about your work. I miss talking to you. I miss having you in my life and I want to change that." She placed her hands on his broad tense shoulders. "Please Ollie."

Laurel pouted, pressed her body against his and waited. Her fingers brushed over his neck. He frowned at her, placed his hands on her arms and stepped back. She tried to follow him but he held her in place. He looked over her shoulder and then back down to her.

"Laurel, I already have plans tonight. I'm not sure if dinner's a good idea. There is a lot going on right now. Maybe Sara and you can talk."

"Ollie please, I need your help. I don't want to talk to anyone, just you. Someone tried to kill me because of Sara's lies and I just need someone to be there for me, I feel so alone."

Laurel began to cry softly, she dropped her head and watched him through her lashes. He had never resisted her tears before and this time was no different. She turned her back to him, shook her shoulder and whimpered. She felt Oliver touch her lower back first, his arm slid around her until he was in front of her and his other arm pulled her close and into a hug. She rested her chin on his shoulder, went up on her toes and wrapped her arms around him. Laurel saw Felicity watching them with a confused, sad look before turning away. Laurel smiled, pressed her face to his neck and let her lips and nose rub over his skin.

"Shh it's alright Laurel, don't cry. Maybe I can come by later so we can talk. No promises, okay?"

He pulled back and pressed a kiss to her forehead. Laurel smiled at him and nodded.

"I can work with that."

"Speaking of work, I need to prepare for this meeting I have. Felicity put a lot of work into those reports, she even found a malfunction in the system. I wish that I knew half of what some of it meant. Thank god I have Felicity or I'd be completely lost. Maybe I should call and order her a nut-free streusel cake as a thank you. Unlike me, she loves sweets."

Laurel glared at him, but he didn't seem to notice her. He had stepped around his desk and called the closest bakery and made his request for delivery. It was almost as if he forgot she was in the room. That was not something she was used to. She walked toward his side of the desk, turned his chair stepped between his legs. He looked confused. She leaned down sure that his eyes would fall on her breasts, but he never looked away from her face. She dragged her lower lip between her teeth and smirked. Oliver leaned back a little, his face guarded.

He had told her once, that he knew when she was really horny whenever she bit her lip. She felt buzzing under her skin, being close to him was an effective drug. Laurel wondered if he would be able to make her feel again? She placed her hand on his desk and another on the back of his chair, she pressed forward and kissed his cheek, close to the corner of his mouth she lingered there for a moment.

"I don't know what I'd do without you Ollie. Thank you, I'll see you tonight."

"To talk, Laurel."

"Of course, to talk. Maybe a little wine. I'll have everything ready. You be amazing here and I'll see you at home."

"Laurel, I will try, but no promises."

She stepped away and knocked over a framed photo of the current Queen family. Laurel gave him a cheeky smile, before bending over to pick it up. She was close enough that her ass was practically in his face. She wondered how high the slit on the back of dress went with this angle. Was it too much if she wiggled? She took her time picking up the frame. Laurel turned to him still bent over her hair dragged over his knee.

"Uh thanks. I really need to get back to work."

"I know, maybe next time you'll give me a tour of your offices."

Oliver stood up and stepped around his desk away from her. He reached out a hand toward her and she gratefully took it. They were on the right track and it was only a matter of time before she talked him into making it permanent. He walked her out and she noticed that his eyes scanned the room, but the blonde was nowhere to be seen.

"If you'll excuse me, I need to find Felicity. She's probably getting something to eat or coffee."

"I already got you coffee, why would she get you more?"

Oliver chuckled, "Oh no, she would never bring me coffee. It's a part of her contract."

"But she's you secretary?"

"Executive assistant, but she's a lot more than that. You should get to know her, you'd like her."

Laurel wondered why he cared so much. She patted his face and turned away, giving him one final wink before she entered the elevator. Oliver spent too much time talking about Felicity and she was going to need to distract him better if she wanted him for herself.

The elevator doors opened a few moments later and Moira Queen stood before her. Laurel smiled warmly. Moria pursed her lips.

"Laurel? I'm surprised to see you here."

"Hello! Yes I just came to see Ollie. We're going to dinner, so we can talk."

"To talk," Moira looked down at her dress and back at her face. "I thought after the trial you two were done talking."

"Oh no, we are never going to be done with each other. And maybe after tonight we can start moving forward."

"Moving forward, is that really what you want?"

"Of course, Ollie and I are meant to be and it's time for us to grow up. Don't you think? Oliver is a CEO now. He needs to be with someone who understands him and his needs."

Moria watched her closely, Laurel eyes were wide and glassy. She looked frayed around the edges, but maybe she had a silver lining. Oliver had made it clear, to Moira, she was no longer going to be a part of his life. But maybe with Laurel's help, she'd be able to at least get rid of the insufferable snoop Felicity. Laurel could put a wedge between her son and his assistant. And that was something she could use to her advantage, she only needed to make sure Laurel was on her side.

"That is wonderful news, Laurel. How would you feel about having lunch with me? So we can put our differences behind us. One day we might even be related. I always thought of you as my would be daughter-in-law."

"Oh Moira, that sounds perfect."

The two women walked away together arm in arm with their own agendas playing through their minds.