Arvil grinned when he noticed her cheeks turn pink. She was embarrassed. He found that unbearably cute.
“That makes sense,” he bumped their shoulders together. “So holding hands would work. You won’t be pressed against me that way, unless I need to act like a jealous fiancé.”
Daisy rolled her eyes and began to ignore him, mostly because she didn’t know how to respond. She took another bite of her food, chewing slowly before swallowing and then taking a sip of water.
How long would she have to deal with this?
And now she was ignoring him. Arvil grinned, quickly finishing up his food and waiting for Daisy to wrap up as well so he could show her around.
Why did he seem so smug about the way she was acting? He was so… frustrating. It was infuriating.
“I’m done,” she said as she set her fork down. “Let’s clean up and go.”
Arvil nodded, stacking their plates and the empty containers together. The leftovers, he covered and put them back in the bag. The disposable things, he trashed. Then he turned towards Daisy and held out his hand.
“Let’s go, fiancée.”
Daisy nodded, letting it a slow breath as she took his hand. Why did it feel like her hand fit inside of his so well? It was so strange…
“Where to first?” she asked, trying to keep from gripping his hand too tightly or from just letting her hand be limp in his.
Her hand was so small and soft, Arvil noticed. It fit perfectly in his, he also noticed that. He wiggled his fingers, lacing their fingers together. That was much better.
"We'll start from my floor," he said to her, leading her out of his office. "My father manages half of the company, while I manage the other half. This floor and the third floor both belong to me, while the first two are my father's. His office, though, is here. Do you want to say hello, or just drop it?"
Daisy let him intertwine their fingers, secretly enjoying the feeling of his hand holding hers. At the thought, she blinked and willed away the pink hue she knew would be rising to her cheeks. She shrugged in answer to his question, starting toward the door with him in tow.
“Whichever works best. Either is fine with me,” she replied.
Soft. Her hand was so soft. His thumb unconsciously brushed against the back of her hand as he pulled her towards his father's office. It would be a good idea to visit–until he remembered he was out on business.
"Ah, I nearly forgot. He's out talking about our collaboration with the company that made that texting app," he muttered. "High Tech. I suppose I'll take you to my gaming team first."
“Oh. All right, that sounds fine,” Daisy said, nodding. She let out a slow breath as his thumb rubbed against her skin. This charade was going to drive her crazy…
When they reached the gaming department, he didn't bother going inside. There was a glass wall from which they could see from and Arvil rolled his eyes when he saw the team half fooling around, half working. Upon seeing their boss, they offered a grin. He merely nodded.
"That is the team I work with," he said. "They're an energetic bunch. It takes a lot of effort to get them to concentrate on their work, but those are my main nerds." He grinned at her, recalling her words from earlier.
Daisy rolled her eyes at him before turning to the guys inside and offering them a grin and a nod. “They look like they’re having fun, at least. Some of them, anyway.”
“They do have fun, yeah,” he nodded, eyes flickering to the grin on her lips. It was a pretty sight. She was pretty. “One of them is a pain. But they’re good people.”
“One of them is a pain? One that isn’t you?” Daisy gasped, feigning shock as she turned back to him.
Arvil rolled his eyes.
“Ha ha, very funny, Daisy,” he rolled his eyes playfully. “I’m only a pain to you. You’re special, after all.”
Daisy winked and tugged on him, signaling that she wanted to continue with the tour. “Oh, I know. I’ve always been special. It’s my defining trait.”
Arvil smirked at her, continuing to walk, leading her off to the main sector of his floor. There were computers and desks and employees typing.
“And here are my employees. The room from there is the strategic department. They’re the ones who test out the games and tech created and give us their feedback,” he paused, looking at her. “So you can say they’re the genius nerds.”
“So we just saw your main nerds, and these are your genius nerds? Lovely,” Daisy chuckled. “Okay, what’s next?”
“The third floor is likely to blow your mind away,” Arvil smirked at her. “It’s not open to visitors, so you should feel special. It was designed by yours truly.”
Daisy raised her eyebrows and gave him a skeptical look. “Oh? And why is that? What is floor three?”
Arvil merely gave her a knowing look. “Let’s go and find out, shall we?” He grinned wickedly, leading her to the elevator and waited for it to come up.
Daisy hummed and continued to watch him curiously. What in the world had she gotten herself into with this man?
When the elevator door opened, Arvil lead them inside and pressed a button. Even when the doors closed, he didn’t let go of her hand.
“So, Daisy,” he looked at her with an amused look in his eyes. “How’s your work coming along?”
“My work is coming along fine. I heard a manager talking about promotions some employees who’ve been with the company for a while, and I’ve been with them for… over six years now,” Daisy said with a shrug, glancing down at their hands. She didn’t remove her hand from his, though. It was oddly comfortable.
“Well, then, I hope you get your promotion,” he said to her genuinely, noting the way her eyes drifted to their linked hands. “You’re a hard worker.”