Olivia's POV
The next day, I came into the office with a strong resolve and a hardened heart.
*Maxwell is the Enemy.*
*Maxwell is the Enemy.*
*Maxwell is the Enemy.*
I repeated the mantra like a prayer as I strode through the lobby, holding his coffee in one hand and checking my watch with satisfaction. Not only was I on time - I was five minutes early. Perfect Oliver efficiency.
*Today is going to be different,* I told myself firmly. *No more confusing feelings. No more getting distracted by his stupid green eyes or his stupid lips or his stupid face. Today, I'm going to be professional and nothing more.*
I pushed open the office door, ready to arrange his coffee and files with cool detachment, but then I stopped short.
Maxwell was slumped over his desk, his dark head resting on his arms, snoring softly.
*What the hell?*
