A/N: this just kind of sprang to mind and I know I’m going to be super busy all week so I thought I’d get it all out tonight. Ergo, I apologize for any mistakes. Anyway, this is based on the promo for next Wednesday’s episode. Oh and a new update for my latest story (The Drift) is coming soon! Hope you enjoy! xoxox
You all know I don’t own Arrow, sadly, so I’m sure I no longer need to go over formalities. Read on fellow Oliciters.
”Здесь же вы мистер Квин, дополнительный ключ для номера г-жа Smoak автора. Будет ли что-нибудь еще я могу вам помочь?”
Oliver smiled at Anya, the woman at the front desk, as he pocketed the key card.
” Нет, это все, что Аня. Спасибо.”
She smiled, tucking a piece of her brown hair behind her ear.
” Замечательно. Приятного вечера сэр.”
He nodded his thanks and turned away, heading towards the elevators that would take him to the top floor. In all honesty, he didn’t need a room key for Felicity’s room. But during the entire flight over, he kept telling himself it was only for protection. He detested the thought of Felicity getting hurt while they were in Russia but it wasn’t QC business that brought them to a foreign country. Even though that was his excuse for the key, he wasn’t entirely sure of it anymore. He could easily bust down the door if she needed him and pay for the damage later. He just didn’t want to admit that maybe he got extra key so he could go and see her whenever he wanted. Since they weren’t anywhere near the Foundry, he wouldn’t be able to train until the point of exhaustion and then collapse for four hours before his nightmares woke him. Since he returned from his second round on the island, Felicity had offered her apartment as a place to go when he had nowhere else. She hated the idea of him training into the night until he couldn’t stand any longer. And she also hated that his nightmares kept such a tight hold on him. So more often than not, he’d find himself on her couch, even though she’d always insisted he take the bed, able to sleep until bright rays of the sun woke him the next morning. He needed all his energy to help Diggle and he knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep without Felicity around. It seemed he couldn’t do much without his girl Friday.
A small sound from the elevator signaled his arrival to the top floor, the doors sliding open to reveal an empty hallway. The exhaustion of today finally hitting him, he unbuttoned his suit jacket and stuck his hands into his pockets as he stepped off and headed towards the large suite at the end of the hall. He pulled his key card out and pushed through the door once the light above the door handle turned green. He told himself he’d change and see if Felicity had eaten. What he found when he stepped further into his room was something completely unexpected.
"Ms. Rochev. Good evening. You do know this is my room.”
His fierce counterpart sat in his bed, surrounded by his white pillows and the duvet, wearing nothing but black lingerie and a smile. A very seductive smile he might add.
"I do Mr. Queen. But since it’s late and there no meetings to attend or investors to negotiate with, I thought we’d…get to know each other better. People often fail to see that I can be a good time. I’m sure you of all people understand when the real you has to stay hidden for the sake of appearances."
He did know. It’s the one thing he was always sure of. And the old Oliver would’ve jumped at the chance for an endless night of meaningless sex with a beautiful woman like Isabel. But he wasn’t old Oliver anymore. And as attractive as she was, he had no interest in an evening with her that wasn’t business related or in his office at QC during broad daylight. He smiled, slightly amused, as she remained half hidden under the folds of the sheets.
"I do understand Ms. Rochev. More than you possibly could. But unfortunately, I don’t mix business with pleasure."
She raised an eyebrow.
"Then what’s your excuse for Ms. Smoak?"
He stilled, the change of topic completely surprising him.
Her grin was victorious, as if she had him right where she wanted him.
"Yes. Ms. Smoak. Felicity. Your ‘executive assistant’. I did a little asking around you know. Your employees had quite interesting stories."
He took a deep breath, trying to calm is ever growing annoyance.
She nodded, still smiling.
"Oh yes. Quite interesting. They tend to talk about you two a lot. A very popular water cooler topic it seems. Those I’ve spoken to tend to wonder why you two are so close. Felicity has said time and time again you two are just friends and you’re definitely not sleeping together but your employees have noticed some things. Like her current position. Top of her class at MIT landed her a promising job at QC in the IT department and suddenly she’s your EA. If she had stayed eighteen floors down she could’ve been running IT in a few years. She’s hardworking and determined but she’s fetching you coffee and scheduling lunch meetings. Oh and let’s not forget the fact you seem to gravitate towards her. A hand at her back. Your arm touching hers in the elevator. Those sly smiles you throw her through the glass windows when you think no one is looking. You know her coffee order and that she prefers blueberry muffins to banana nut. Then let’s not forget her unauthorized leave of absence when you left at the earthquake in the Glades. Is it coincidence that when she returned to work, you had returned to Starling? Or should I just chalk it up to dumb luck?"
He had been listening to her until he had realized she had said ‘unauthorized leave of absence’.
"She wasn’t given the leave of absence?"
Isabel shook her head.
"No. She was needed at QC but she left anyway, telling her advisor she was sorry but it was incredibly important. And then suddenly she had returned with the infamous Oliver Queen in tow. Now tell me you don’t mix business with pleasure."
Oliver’s jaw clenched. Every point she had made had been spot on. His frowning attraction to Felicity was showing, though he tried to lock his emotions down when he felt them getting out of hand. But people had noticed anyway. And he was unsure of how he felt about that. He spent half his time telling himself what he felt for Felicity was protectiveness for a friend. But time and time again he was able to convince himself it was all bullshit. He loved her. He was good cared to do anything about it. He re-focused on Isabel, the woman still expecting something from him tonight.
"Felicity is an exception Ms. Rochev. She’s someone special and I tend to keep the important ones close. Now you can head back to your own room whenever you’re ready but if you think anything is going to happen between us, you’ll be disappointed to learn nothing ever will. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ll leave you to find your clothes. I’ve got somewhere important to be."
He shot her his most charming smile, a turned to leave, her sudden pout directed at his back. His hand was on the door when her voice rang out.
"Say hello to Ms. Smoak for me."