She mulls it over, and I brace myself. My body hopes she says yes. I had a similar arrangement with Casey that’s off the table now that she’s with Dakota. And, no offense to Case, but sex with Harlow is so fucking hot, I just might find myself upping my visits to four or five times a year if she agrees.
“I’m interested, as long as this remains between us,” she says. “I know we’re adults, so she probably won’t care, but I really need your mom’s help at work, and I don’t want to risk things being weird or her backing out, just in case. I already don’t understand why she’s being so generous to begin with.”
I frown. “What do you mean?”
Harlow sighs. “I inherited this business from my uncle and—Well, that’s not important. Look, as I mentioned, I don’t have any prior experience, and your mom showed up one day offering to teach me everything she knows for nothing in return. Literally nothing—not even a minimum wage paycheck—and I wasn’t exactly in a position to turn her down.”
“Ah, yeah, that’s my mom for you.” I grin. “She’s an intelligent, ruthless businesswoman—who might be a bit of a workaholic—but she’s also incredibly generous and a massive believer in mentorships. She’s always looking for ways to help others climb up the ladder.”
Harlow’s forehead furrows like she’s deep in thought.
“Look, my mom won’t stop mentoring you because of this, but we don’t have to tell anyone if you don’t want to. Besides, as close as I am with my mom, my sex life isn’t my preferred topic of discussion.”
She laughs softly, then slowly slides her fingers up my thigh. “Then I only have one very important question left to ask.”
“Yeah?”
She tugs her popcorn container toward us. “What’s your seasoning of choice?”
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Thursday, January 8th, 2026
Lily (2:05 p.m.):
Look where I am.
Photo attachment of a plate full of snow crab legs, melted butter, and corn on the cob sits on a wooden table.
Harlow (2:07 p.m.):
Oh my god!! Those look so good. Still need to try blue crab in Baltimore though
Lily (2:07 p.m.):
In January?!
Harlow (2:08 p.m.):
I didn’t mean rightnow
Lily (2:10 p.m.):
Lily (2:10 p.m.):
I’m going to book a trip for the second their season starts
Harlow (2:11 p.m.):
No, its best in the fall. Book your flight for September
Lily (2:12 p.m.):
Damn so soon??
Harlow (2:12 p.m.):
