It Never Happened

She was the CEO? Oliver thought with a frown as he stared back at her. He didn't like this. This wasn't good in any way.

Wanting to keep it professional, Selena flashed him a cool smile as she went to sit behind her desk because her legs were beginning to shake.

She needed the desk between them. She needed the desk not just to establish her authority there but to also put some space between them.

"I thought you were here for breakfast," Oliver asked, wanting to lighten the air between them, but Selena did not smile.

"Please sit. I take it you are the chef?" She asked briskly.

She was cool, or rather was trying to be, Oliver thought as he sat down, but his eyes were fixed on her, and from the way she clasped her hands together, he could tell she was nervous.

"Yes, ma'am," He said with mock politeness, and Selena raised a brow.