Every summer a group of high school and college interns would arrive at Queen Industries and spend eight weeks working for Queen Industries. And one of these lucky interns would get to spend their summer being Oliver Queen's assistant. There were two types of people who would get to be his assistant: the ones who would bend over backward to please him and the ones who would grumble about being a glorified babysitter. But stepping out of his office to greet the newest batch of interns, Oliver can feel that this year is gonna be different. He spots her standing towards the back of the small group. She was wearing a curve-hugging black dress and had her hair pulled into a high ponytail. Zoey shoots him a smile and turns her attention back to Davidson.

"So, Mr. Davidson, which one of these interns gets to spend their summer getting my coffee," Oliver asks, eliciting a few nervous chuckles. He glances at her and she shifts while trying to keep her attention on Davidson.

"I believe that would be…" Davidson trails off as he looks over a list. "Seth Williams."

A gangly-looking young man steps forward. "Good to meet you, Seth," Oliver says, shaking the nervous young man's hand. "First assignment, get me a macchiato with two extra shots of espresso and a blueberry muffin." He turns back to the other interns. "I hope everyone enjoys their summer. Excuse me."

The moment his office door closes, Oliver's phone buzzes. He pulls it out and finds a text message. 'U have to treat me like all the other interns.'

'Deal.'

'I think u made Seth wet himself.'

Oliver chuckles. 'I just hope he gets my order right.'

'Dinner at Uncle Max's. 8 pm. Bring dessert.'

'It's a date.'

"Starting tomorrow, you're going to be my summer intern," Oliver announces, entering the kitchen to find Zoey decorating cupcakes. He places a bottle of sparkling water and a box on the counter. "If you're making dessert, then why did you ask me to bring it?"

"These are for Uncle Max, who asked me to bake these because he didn't want to look like an asshole at his assistant's baby shower tomorrow. And no, I won't be your summer intern just because Seth screwed up your coffee order," Zoey explains.

Oliver groans, wrapping his arm around her waist. He buries his face in her hair, inhaling the vanilla-scented shampoo she always used. "Fine. Leave me to spend my summer suffering."

Zoey rolls her eyes as turns around in his arm. "I'll talk to Seth about getting your order right.

"Thank you so much, Zo." Oliver leans down and presses his lips against hers. His hands tightly grip her hips, pulling her close. She tries to not get flour on him.

"No fucking in communal spaces," Max states, entering the kitchen. "How are the cupcakes coming?"

"Good," Zoey answers, turning to him. Oliver places a comforting hand on Zoey's back. Zoey frowns, noticing Max's empty hands. "Where's dinner? I thought you were bringing it home."

Max runs a hand over his face. "I'm sorry, Zoey. I'm having dinner with members of the board tonight. But I promise we'll have dinner tomorrow night. I'll tell my new assistant tomorrow to cancel whatever plans there are tomorrow night."

"It's okay," Zoey softly says.

"All right, I gotta go." Max presses a kiss to the side of Zoey's head. "I'll see you in the morning."

"How about we get some Big Belly Burger and you run the scanner while I patrol," Oliver quietly suggests.

Zoey nods. She turns to him. "We are not having sex."

Oliver smirks. "I didn't mention it."

"Well, we are not having sex. Because I am going to spend the summer focusing on being a kick-ass intern in the legal department."

Oliver races down the stairs. There were certain people that the moment they entered the building, he was notified. Usually, it was so he could prepare for a meeting. But the uninvited visitor this morning didn't have a meeting with anyone in the Queen Industries building. He pulls open the door and steps onto the fortieth floor. His own office was ten floors above the floor that house the legal department. Normally, they would come up to him, which was why he was getting confused looks. Oliver reaches Zoey's desk and finds it empty. "Shit," he mutters. He grabs her bag and Blackberry.

Oliver runs over to the elevator ad punches the down button. The elevator doors open and he finds Zoey standing there with a cup of coffee in hand. She stares at him for a moment, before Oliver steps into the elevator and punches the button for the basement. "Are you okay," Oliver asks after the elevator doors close.

"I'm fine," Zoey replies. "What is going on?"

"Lex decided to pay a visit. To you."

"Fine. I'll go talk to him and get him to leave."

"No. You're not going near him. Security is getting rid of him."

Zoey stares at him. "You don't trust me."

Oliver lets out an annoyed breath. "I trust you, Zo. I don't trust him."

Zoey frowns when she notices that he has her bag. "Where are we going?"

"To blow off some steam," Oliver explains when the elevator stops. The doors open and they step into the basement parking lot.

"You're gonna get me fired."

"You're not gonna get fired. And if you do, then they have to take it up with me," Oliver tells her, opening the passenger door of his Aston Martin. He reaches up and brushes back her hair. "You know, I have no problem kicking his ass."

Zoey shoots him an annoyed look, then lightly smiles. "I know. But I don't want to bail you out."

Zoey laughs when Oliver lands another bullseye. Blowing off steam meant shooting arrows in his backyard. He rarely stayed at the Queen family home on the outskirts of town, preferring to stay at his penthouse. He turns and holds out the bow to Zoey. She shakes her head. "C'mon, Zo," he says. She sighs and reluctantly takes the bow from him. He puts the arrow in and moves behind her. Oliver watches as she pulls her arm back and releases the arrow. He chuckles when the arrow embeds itself in the tree behind the target. "Well, you won't be shooting apples off anyone's head soon."

Zoey shoots him an annoyed look. "Well, we all can't be the Emerald Archer."

"It's more hunter than emerald."

Oliver hooks another arrow on the bow and stands behind her. "I thought we were supposed to be blowing off steam, not having Archery 101," she argues.

"We are blowing off steam and if we were having Archery 101, you'd be failing right now." Zoey starts to turn, but he grasps her shoulders and holds her still. He corrects her grip and adjusts her arm. He places a hand on her stomach and pulls her close. "Stand up straight."

"How do I know when to let go?"

He turns his gaze to her. "You just know."

She takes a deep breath and he can't help but watch as a bead of sweat rolls down the valley of her breasts. He inhales. His eyes close. A thud causes him to turn and see the arrow sitting in the center of the target. Zoey leans back against him. "Maybe one day I'll make the Olympic team."

"Well, archery coach is my backup career if the whole CEO thing doesn't work out."

His fingers absently mildly dance across her stomach. She hadn't noticed them slipping under her tank top. Something in the air changes around them. Zoey places a hand on top of his. She slowly pushes his hand south and she feels him tense. Then his hand moves under the waistband of her shorts.

Zoey's head falls back against his shoulder as his fingers slip under her panties. His thumb brushes her clit and she lets out a low moan. A finger slides into her. It doesn't take long for her orgasm to consume her. He reluctantly pulls his hand from her shorts and she turns to him. The loose gym shorts did nothing to hide his painfully hard cock. She stands on her tiptoes and presses her lips to his. Her hand slides into his shorts and gently grasps him.

They stumble over to where a pair of lounge chairs were next to the pool. Oliver plops down onto one of the chairs, pulling Zoey on top of him. He shoves his shorts down as she shimmies out of her own. She mounts him and lets out a moan at the filling of fullness. She rocks herself on him. He wraps an arm around her waist and flips them over. Her heels dig into the back of his thighs; drawing him close.

Oliver lets out a loud groan as he climaxes. He buries his face in her neck. Zoey lightly rubs his back. He reluctantly pulls out but keeps her close to him. She lightly smiles at him. He leans forward and presses his lips against hers. He wanted more than anything to stay like this.

"You gave me a hickey," Zoey complains, examining the mark in the mirror. They had made it from the deck to inside the house. Granted, it had taken them quite a while to actually make it to Oliver's bedroom.

"It just reminds everyone that you're mine," Oliver replies, walking over to her. He places his hand on her hips and pulls her against his chest. "It lets them know that they can't touch you."

Zoey smirks. "Touch me where exactly?"

His lips brush her neck. "Here for starters." He undoes her bathrobe and his hands cup her breasts. "Here is off-limits." His hand moves down and cups her. "And this is definitely off-limits to anyone but me."

She reaches around and grasps him. "Well, then no one can touch you here." Zoey squeals when Oliver picks her up and sets her on the bathroom counter. She wraps her arms around him and kisses him.

Oliver closes the door after Zoey walks in. She drops her purse on the coffee table, before sitting down on his couch. "You were right," she softly says. "Lex is a bad, bad, bad, bad, guy."

Oliver frowns. He sits down on the couch next to her. Then he smells it. "I guess Max forgot to make sure they empty the minibar on the plane."

Zoey grabs the file from her purse and shoves it against his chest. "He was spying on me, Ollie. Who does that? Who plants cameras all over my house and spies on me?" She lays her head on his shoulder. "You were right. Uncle Jonathan was right. I'm such an idiot."

"Let's get you to bed, Zo. Does Max know that you're here?"

"No. Yes. I don't know. I don't care. I just want to be alone."

Oliver pulls her against his chest. "I'm not leaving you alone, Zo."

Oliver pauses in the doorway of his bedroom. Zoey was curled up on his bed, asleep. He strips off his archer outfit and climbs onto the bed. She stirs and slowly opens her eyes. "Hey," she tiredly greets, smiling at him. He leans down and softly kisses her. "You catch the bad guys?"

"A few," Oliver replies, nuzzling her neck.

"You didn't get hurt, did you?"

"I'm in one piece, Zo."

"Good."

"You spoil me, you know that."

"You've always been spoiled, Ollie."

Oliver lightly smiles. "But not like this. I could get used to coming home to you in my bed, waking up with you next to me every morning."

"That's because I love you."

He stills, then tightens his grip on her. "I love you too."

Max walks over to where Oliver was standing by the bar that had been set up. Zoey was off talking to some of the board members of CRC. "Look, you and Zoey are free to do whatever you want, but you need to be careful," he softly says.

"I didn't figure you'd give the 'don't hurt her or else' speech, Max," Oliver replies.

"Seeing as my niece is spending all her time with you, I'd figure it was needed. But if this is just some summer fling to you, then you will end it. Now."

Oliver frowns. "Where is this coming from, Max?"

Max sighs. "I'm asking you not to hurt her, Oliver. When her other relationships ended, I knew that she would be fine. Even after what the fuck she had going on with Lex. She was fine. But if you hurt her, Oliver...I don't think she'll be fine."

Later that evening, Oliver is looking for Zoey. He finds her sitting at a picnic table by herself. It had a perfect view of the river that ran through the city. It was a secluded area of Max's property. He watches as a young dark-haired man sits down by her and hands her a glass of sparkling water. "Your party kinda sucks."

Zoey smiles. "It's not really my party," she replies, taking a sip of water. Oliver watches as the man nuzzles her neck. "Bruce…"

"This is the only part of these shitty parties I enjoy," Bruce tells her. "You're not still fucking around with Lex, are you?"

Zoey raises an eyebrow. "You're not jealous, are you?"

"Jealous? No. Worried about your safety? Yes. That fucker is weird, Zoey."

She laughs. "No, I'm done with Lex. Turns out he was spying on me." She sets her glass down on the picnic table and straddles his lap. "I say we have some fun."

Bruce slides his hand under her skirt. "I wholeheartedly agree with that."

Oliver turns and walks away. He didn't need or want to see what was going to happen next. He had a pretty good feeling about what was going to happen. It was an open secret about Zoey and Bruce's relationship. But he wasn't sure how serious it was. And he wasn't sure he wanted to know.

"I'm probably gonna get fired," Zoey pants, letting her head fall back onto the desk. What was supposed to be a quick trip up to Oliver's office to get his signature on a few documents had quickly become a make-out session.

Oliver chuckles, pressing an open-mouthed kiss against the swell of her breasts. "I'm the boss," he reminds. He shoves her skirt up to reveal the black lace thong she was wearing. "They can't fire you."

Zoey bites her lip as he pulls off her thong. "How am I gonna explain to Mr. Davidson that it took me all afternoon to get your signature on a couple of documents?" He chooses to answer by running his tongue over her clit.

He smirks as she throws an arm over her face to muffle her moan. He nips at her thigh. "Tell him that I wouldn't sign until I took you out to lunch. Davidson will believe it."

Zoey pushes herself onto her elbows. "You better not stop."

"Oh, I have no intention of stopping."

Oliver runs his hand up and down Zoey's back. They were lying in his bed and enjoying her last night in Star City before she left in the morning to head back to Kansas. "You should just stay here," he says, trailing his hand down her thigh.

"I have to go back," Zoey amusedly tells him.

"You can finish your senior year here, Zo."

"I'd rather finish it with my…I'd rather just finish where I started." Oliver groans and buries his face in her neck. She laughs. "You know that you can always visit."

He presses his lips against her as he pushes into her. "Believe me, I will visit. Frequently. I have to make sure that you're not fucking anyone else."

"I don't see how that would be any of your business."

"Because you're mine." He picks up his pace and captures her mouth in a bruising kiss. He grabs her hands and holds them above her head. He comes with a strangled moan and collapses on her. "I can't stand the thought of someone else touching you, Zo. I hate the idea of someone knowing what it feels like to have you underneath them; of hearing the noises you make. I hate the idea of someone else being inside of you." Oliver pushes himself up and she looks up at him. "I don't want you to be with anyone else."

Zoey places a soft hand on his cheek. "Okay."

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