Total pages in book: 211
Estimated words: 201554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1008(@200wpm)___ 806(@250wpm)___ 672(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 201554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1008(@200wpm)___ 806(@250wpm)___ 672(@300wpm)
Rich, powerful, men. The kind I wasn’t when she met me. The kind I am now. I could let my head go all kinds of places, but I don’t. My mind jumps from there to my father’s comment about Harper’s trust fund.
“I’m texting you a question when we hang up,” I say, focused on discretion. “I’m also about to grab my computer and set-up here in the office. I’ll be waiting on that data.”
“Don’t do that,” he says. “The cameras are too wide-sweeping. Take your ass out of that place. I’ll find you a sweet spot in the building by tomorrow.”
“Find it right here in this room.”
“They’ll know you had it swept.”
“Works for me.”
We disconnect after a few more words that amount to not much and I send the promised text: There could be more to the trust fund than meets the eyes. Look deeper.
Once Blake confirms receipt of the message, I reach in my pocket and start turning the mini-Rubik’s cube inside, processing all that I’ve just learned, playing with the numbers in my head. I abandon the cube and stand up, ready to ask questions around the facility. Ready to see Harper. I’m almost to the doors when they open and she enters. We now stand a few steps apart, the charge between us combustible. The two of us in the same room is like a match to a flame.
We stand there, staring at each other, the air thick, that charge all but lighting us up and I, for one, say fuck it to the family drama. I’m thinking about her naked on this conference table, and if we wouldn’t become Isaac’s nightly porn viewing, that’s exactly what I’d make happen.
Her lips part as if she knows where my head is and she cuts her gaze. “Do you need something from me, Harper?” I prod.
She swallows hard, that long, elegant, regal throat of hers that needs my mouth, bobbing before she looks at me, her stare unwavering. “Need? Yes. I need. To talk. And to give you this.” She holds up a file in her hand. “This is—”
I shake my head to silence her. Her brows knit and she tilts her head, realization seeping into her intelligent stare. She knows we’re being watched and I close the space between us. “I’ll take that,” I say, that sweet scent of her teasing my nostrils again, my cock twitching, blood heating.
She offers me the file. “You wanted my schedule,” she improvises. “I didn’t have your email, so I brought you a hard copy.”
“Good,” I say. “Because you’re all mine now until I leave.”
“And when exactly will that be?” she asks.
“When I get what I came for,” I say.
“And what’s that?”
I lean in close and lower my voice. “More. I came here for more.”
Her eyes jerk to mine and her reply is rapid fire. “Define more, because, under the present circumstances, I’m not sure how I feel about that word.”
“I plan to and in great detail,” I assure her. “I’ll look at your schedule. We’ll discuss where that leads us.”
Her lips press together, and I can tell she’s biting back words before she settles on, “I have questions.”
“As do I, but now isn’t the time for the answers we both want, and in fact, demand.”
“When?”
“Tonight,” I say.
“I’m not sure that works for me,” she says.
“I’m certain you can make it work. If you can’t, I promise you, I will. I think I’ve proven that.”
“No, you haven’t,” she says, anger radiating in her voice. She grabs my arm and leans in close, her voice low, a whisper for my ears only. “I didn’t get naked with you to get you to come here, and I won’t do it again to keep you here. I didn’t pay for your services, nor is any version of the word ‘more’ a given.” She leans back and looks at me. “That you think it is, is arrogant, and frankly, a bastard-like assumption that I don’t like.”
That comment smacks like a palm. “It’s what you expect, right? Why would I disappoint?”
“It’s not actually what I expect. Not from you. Not at all.” With that, she turns and leaves me standing there, staring after her, hot and hard, and ready for more, however we define that word.
Chapter nineteen
Harper
Idon’t know what just happened, is all I can think as I enter my office and shut the door, letting my mind chase answers now that I’m alone. The first thing that comes to my mind is: That man. My God, that man. Eric is making me crazy. I want him. I’m angry with him. And we’re really being watched? Am I being watched now? That idea jolts me and I push off the door and walk calmly to my desk. If Isaac had turned into a peeping tom, I’m not giving him an emotional show for him to use against me or Eric for that matter, despite the way he just treated me.