Page 94 of Conquering Oz

Probably.Elodie scooted closer, dropping her head to his shoulder.

“It doesn’t matter. I trust you.”

And she did.

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Fuck.

Oz sat in silence with a million things racing through his mind. Guilt rarely played a part in his life. But Elodie opening up to him and Oz knowing her secret felt like a betrayal to her. But he wasn’t in a position to come clean just yet.

She slid her hand over his chest, curling into his chest. “Did that get too deep?”

Oz tightened his hold on her back. “No.”

She pulled away slightly, glancing up at him. “You’re quiet.”

He arched his brow. “I’m thinking.”

“About what?”

Nothing he could share. His gaze scanned his office, landing on his desk. Mainly the white cardboard box and the blue and gold gift bag.

“If you insist on celebrating, shouldn’t you give me my gift?”

It was a distraction, and one Elodie completely gave into. She jumped up from the couch, rushing over to his desk and grabbing the bag. Oz had a firm stance on his birthday. He didn’t accept gifts, dinners, or any of type of celebration honoring him. He didn’t see the point.

But as with most things regarding Elodie, he was making another exception.

“I hope you like it.” She offered him the bag, which he immediately took. Her excitement alone had him intrigued. It died quickly when he unraveled the gift.

“The guy at the store said it’s one of the best.”

He fucking lied. Slapping a high price tag on a bottle didn’t mean it was good.

“And I have a cake.” She turned toward his desk, and he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her onto his lap. He slid his hand across her chest and up to her throat.

In the worst timing, his phone pinged, alerting him of his time crunch. While she may have had the rest of the day off, Oz had a full schedule of meetings with potential distributors. Nash had tried to reschedule, but they were only in town for the night.

“Ignore it,” she whispered and brushed her lips against his mouth. He tightened his hold, crushing her to his chest as he dipped his tongue between her lips, tasting her. It only lasted a few seconds. He broke off the kiss and smacked her ass.

“I have a meeting.”

“You always have a meeting.”

“As I’ve told you, I’m important.”

Elodie rolled her eyes, smirking.

“You’ll be at my place tomorrow tonight.” He growled, and she brushed her lips against his mouth before standing up. “Take the cake.”

“Fine.” Her lips twitched. “I’ll bring it to your place tomorrow. Youwillhave a piece of birthday cake.”

Oz hardened his gaze. “Do you know what I hate more than balloons?”

“I’m guessing candles.”

My woman knows me.

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