Chapter 3
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Oliver had a plan. It was simple really; he would just keep at Chloe till she got the hint that he was interested in her. Then he would swoop in and sweep her off her feet. He thought he had seen a glimpse in her eyes the other day when he gave her the chocolates. That had thrown her off her guard. He didn't know if she really listened when he called her his girl, but he was determined that by the end of this thing she would KNOW she was his.
As the elevator opened, he juggled the coffee with the large vase of flowers he had in his hands. Lets see what she makes of this, he thought.
Chloe was seated at the computer monitors, as usual. She had gotten so used to the coffee Oliver was bringing everyday she had stopped buying her first morning cup. She wouldn't admit to herself that she was looking forward to seeing Oliver anymore than she would admit she liked that he thought of her every morning. So used to it, she didn't even turn around when she greeted him, "Good Morning". Then a flash of color brought her attention around as Oliver placed the spring bouquet onto her desk. "What's this?" she asked. "Oh nothing, just thought you deserved it. You work really hard and I know a lot of us take you for granted. Just wanted you to know I don't and I really appreciate all the hard work you do. Plus, can't a guy buy a girl a bouquet of flowers every once in a while?" Oliver smiled. Oh boy, she thought, getting those butterflies again, but in triplicate. When Oliver focused that charm on her she started having a hard time remembering he was just her boss. Since her legs had gone to Jell-O, she just leaned in and smelled the wonderful scents. "Thank you", she said almost shyly. Oliver loved the blush on her cheeks, the way her hair swung into her eyes as she leaned over. Not to mention the view of her body leaning into the bouquet. It was definitely worth it.
"So what's up today? We saving the world or what, Professor?" he chuckled. Chloe immediately straightened back up. "Well, Arthur is infiltrating a filtration plant that's dumping chemicals into some lake. And Bart has been working on some secret project, which could be anything from taking down an overlord to creating the next best salsa recipe. Hawkman is working one of his digs. And Clark spent the night patrolling so he is at work. What's on your schedule today?" she asked. "Thought I might take you to lunch." Oliver said trying to keep the grin off his face at the blank look Chloe gave him. "Why?" said Chloe abruptly. I mean she knew he was playing some game with her now with the flowers and all, but lunch, really? Paparazzi would be everywhere and who knew what they would think. She really didn't want to be apart of one of Oliver's sex scandals in the rag magazines.
"Come on, Sidekick, I'm hungry and I don't want to eat alone. All the guys are out doing superhero stuff. Let me take you to lunch. Besides, you need to get out more. I'm working you too much. You need to loosen up", Oliver said charmingly. He leaned closer to her on the desk and casually tucked her hair behind her ear.
Even Chloe couldn't resist Oliver when he turned on the charm. She felt that flutter again, and when he leaned over she could smell his cologne, something dark and woodsy. Completely thrown off her game she just gaped at him. Oliver leaned in closer, and for a minute she thought he was going to kiss her, but he just whispered in her ear "I won't tell the boss". Chloe actually shivered. Oliver had her just where he wanted her. It took every ounce of control he had not to just take her mouth and ravage it, but he could tell he was making progress.
"Oh, well, okay, if you won't tell the "boss" I guess I have to right?" Chloe snarked, trying to cover what Oliver's closeness was doing to her. Her body had never betrayed her like this before, not with Clark, not even with Jimmy. It was as if Oliver had pushed a button and awakened something primal inside her. She wanted to lean over and just take his mouth with hers.
"Wonderful. Do you have your passport?" Oliver innocently asked as he helped her put on her jacket. Could he help it if his hands lingered just a moment too long on her silky skin?
"Why do I need my passport?" Chloe asked suspiciously.
"Oh there's this great little bistro in Paris. I've been craving their café au lait and coq au vin." Oliver said with a smile as he herded her out the door.
