Page 42 of Game on, Love

Oliver was the first to notice me, his eyes instantly meeting mine. “Welcome back.”

I stifled a laugh, and the way his eyes glinted told me he knew I was about to break. “What in the world is happening here?”

Milo hissed again at Rihaan, both of them completely focused on each other. “Milo hates him.” Oliver grinned, his hands resting on Milo’s back as if trying to calm him.

“He doesn’t—”

“No, he does. Raina, your catactuallyhates me.”

I sighed, taking a step forward. “No, he just hates men—except for Oliver, apparently—but this is hisnormalreaction to you and the guys he’s met before you. Ask Vedant; he got a similar version of this.”

Rihaan looked in my direction. It was as if he suddenly realised who he was speaking to and stiffened. Quietly, he straightened his back and rushed out behind me, chucking his pillow backwards that landed by my feet.

Ugh. Whatever.

I turned to Oliver, who was watching me quietly as I threw the pillow back next to him. Taking a step ahead in his direction, I sensed that he was trying to read my body language by the way he scanned me.

But, I was focused only one thing. If this little traitor was really in the mood for human touch, I wanted it all. “Please.”

It wasn’t that often that I longed for his cuddles, reserving those for Lilli but being in the office made me needy. Milo watched me for a long second before leaping in my extended arm, and my shoulders dropped slightly. “Thank you.”

“You’re home early,” Oliver leaned back, his hair slightly mussed. “Thought you had meetings all day? Not that I’m complaining.”

I nodded, giving him a small smile. “I came back after my last one.”

“Rough day?” He frowned slightly, his gaze softened.

“Something like that. Thought I’d come back and freshen up before putting together a plan for the next couple of months.” I replied, opening the cabinet in which I stored the cat treats before grabbing one and opening it up for Milo.

“You went to Tales & Lattes?”

I looked over my shoulder to see Oliver inspecting my paper bag. “You’ve heard of that place?”

“Heard? I’m a regular. Ariyanka’s afan.” He smirked, and I rolled my eyes.

“She’s married.”

“Nick is a fan too.”

I paused. “Really?”

Oliver sighed. “Okay, I think the first thing we should add to your list should be ‘How not to offend someone every time they mention they like cricket’.”

“Has anyone ever told you you’re dramatic?”

“It’s in the name, love.” He winked, referring to his last name, and I shook my head.

“Well,King,” I said, walking towards him, and a proper smile overtook his face. “This time, my surprise was purely because of lack of information. She’d told me they loved Formula One and it was the only sport they watched consistently.”

“That was the case until I came into the sport,” He raised his eyebrows cockily. “They’ve switched lanes.”

“How tragic.”

He frowned down at me as I reached him—his six foot one to my five foot six—but there was only playfulness in his eyes. “You’re technically doing the same. What does that say about you?”

“Again, It’s tragic.”

“Even now that you’ve got cricket royalty to help you out?”