Bloom [Completed]

Chapter Twentytwo

The sun streamed in through a gap in the curtain waking my slumber. I groaned a little. Let me sleep just 5 more minutes, I pleaded in my head.

That's when I heard Oliver sigh loudly. My eyes peered open to see his sleepy face in amongst the ruffled white bedding.

Beautiful, even in his half-awake state.

Bing, bing, his alarm went off on his nightstand. He sat up and turned it off with a grunt.

I grumbled, burrowing my head under the covers not wanting to get up still.

Just then a knock on the bedroom door sounded.

"Sir?" An elderly male voice came from behind the doorway.

"Ah yes um," Oliver started but didn't know what to say clearly.

I froze under the sheets. Maybe they hadn't seen me.

I could hear them walk across the room as they talked. "Sir, your breakfast is ready and I'll call the car around as soon as your ready," They yanked the curtains violently open. "There we are, what a lovely day it is!"

"Thank you, Walter." Oliver sounded exasperated. "Could you please make one more place setting for breakfast?" He asked

"Oh, I didn't realise you had a breakfast meeting scheduled," Walter replied.

"No, I um..." Oliver struggled for an explanation.

I hesitantly sat up slowly, pulling the duvet off my head. I probably looked a mess with bed hair and a beetroot red face.

I smiled politely and gave the man in a chefs jacket a meek wave. His eyes blinked once before regaining his composure.

"So sorry, Mr. Daley, I wasn't aware you had company. I'll set another place at the table." And with that he bowed his head and quickly exited the room, shutting the door behind him.

Oliver and I turned to look at each other. Embarrassed smiles spread across both our faces before we started laughing about the situation we had just found ourselves in.

"Come on," he smiled, "let's go to work."

The morning past quickly and soon we found ourselves sitting in the car on the way to work being driven by Oliver's driver.

I was just about to ask how much he had on today when his phone rang.

"Excuse me," he said politely. "Hello, Daley speaking."

I tuned him out as he launched into numbers talk and stared out at the traffic. What a different way to get to work than waiting for a smelly old bus. I made eye context with the driver and gave him an awkward smile before glancing away. He seemed to be smiling back pleased about something.

We pulled up outside the front of the building as Oliver was ending his call.

On the way into the building, a suit-clad man stopped us.

"Mr. Daley, will we see you at the merger meeting this afternoon?" He asked, regarding me briefly.

"I'll check with my assistant, she should have scheduled it in but she's only just started and I seem to be on a bad streak with assistants," Oliver jokes half-heartedly.

"These young things always on their phones doing online shopping or something!" The man joked back. Oliver didn't laugh but gave him a curt nod and began walking again.

"What an idiot," he muttered under his breath to me as we stepped into the elevator.

I smiled slightly and bit my lip to stop my char grin. I'm glad he heard that the same way I did.

"Busy day?" I asked innocently enough.

Oliver's head dropped and he held a hand to his forehead. "Yeah," he sighed.

"Are you going to see your Mum again tonight?" I tried to change the subject.

"Yeah I think I will," he replied. "I think I might just go alone tonight if that's okay?"

I laughed, "It's your Mum, Oliver. No worries." I smiled up at him warmly to show there were no hard feelings.

He just gave me a small smile in response.

Another two women got on the lift as well so our conversation was silenced.

I leaned into him, tiptoeing to reach his ear, "I'll be thinking about last night all day..." I whispered so low only he could hear.

He looked down at me darkly and glanced nervously at the women. They didn't appear to have heard anything so I grinned at my stealth.

The door opened with a ping and I moved to get off on my floor.

"Have a good day, Oliver!" I called to him.

His face went red as the women turned to gawk at him, their eyes wide with recognition.

I'd probably pay for that later, but I didn't care. His expression was priceless!

As the day ticked by I began to feel moodier and moodier. I didn't know when I'd see Oliver again and it had felt like we were on a roll.

Even my conversation with Mags at lunch couldn't shake me from the horrible way I felt.

"So it was good sex?" She asked for the millionth time.

"Yes!" I said exasperated. "I'm not giving you any more details!"

"Fine, keep your love life secret. I'll find out from someone else..." she said scheming.

"He wants to keep it secret," I told her honestly.

"Is he someone important?" She rushes at the new clue. "Is he rich?!"

"Mags, please" I sighed. She wasn't making this easy.

"Oh alright I'll leave you alone," She considered. "Hey, have you run into Hottie McBoss in the elevator recently?"

"No," I lied.

"Too bad," she sighed. "Too bad it's not his fine ass you're dating."

I just smiled to myself under my coffee cup. What a fine ass indeed.