"So even Oliver will fall in love someday, huh?"

"Of course, he will. The guy's not a monk. Can't he have a little fun?"

"Getting all spruced up for a girl, that's not something you see every day."

George strolled over, a smirk playing on his lips. "Mind your own beeswax, will ya? What's it to you if Oliver's got a girl?"

The group shared a knowing look, and suddenly it clicked. That gal must be future Mrs. Baldwin!

Oliver set his bag on the dining table, the warmth of his spacious office wrapping around him like a comforting blanket. He was pulling out his lunch from the bag when he sensed someone inching closer behind him.

turned and found

yielding form in front,

glasses from Oliver's nose. Her voice was

a swift movement,

crackled with tension as Josefina's body pressed against

fingers slid into the waistband of Oliver's pants, creeping upward. Her eyes never left his face, a mixture of

through him at her touch, and just as he was about to take control, Josefina paused. "Oliver, are

dissipated like morning fog. Confused, Oliver watched as Josefina slipped from his embrace. The emptiness in his arms matched the

into his embrace. "Explain yourself. What do

on an

move, Josefina finally spoke, "You're sick, aren't you?

you flirted... just to check if

replied as if it were the most natural

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