I giggle. “I’m pretty sure he thinks you’re chaos incarnate.”
“Which is why he likes me. The point is, I can keep him overnight if it helps you…do what needs to be done.” His smirk makes me smile as does his knowing wink.
My heart thumps embarrassingly hard.
“I don’t know…”
He takes my hands dramatically. “Harper. Sweetie. Darling. My anxious little cryptid. Let the man come home to something good for once. Be the sexy little thing warming his sheets and waiting in his bed.”
“But what if he brings someone home with him?”
His brow lifts. “You mean like another woman?”
“Yeah.”
“That’s easy. You take a knife to his dick and you slice and dice, sis. Ain’t nobody got time for shit games like that. No ma’am.”
His outlandish response makes me burst out laughing. “Okay, okay, I know that sounded really insecure. I’m sorry.”
“Damn right it did. Now who is a sexy queen who deserves to have her insides rearranged by the very man who brought Connor into existence?”
A shy smile spreads across my face, my cheeks warming even more at the idea of being in Harrison’s bed when he gets home tomorrow. “I am.”
“Fucking right you are.”
I blow out a breath. “Alright, I’ll think about it.”
“You’ll do it,” he says confidently. “And tomorrow night, when you’re sending me panicked texts like ‘oh my God he’s touching me,’ I’ll just reply, ‘you’re welcome.’”
I throw a dishtowel at him that he dodges, cackling. But even as we unload more groceries, the image of me in Harrison’s bed burrows under my skin like a fever I can’t sweat out.
Maybe Antoni’s right.
Harrison definitely deserves something good to come home to.
And maybe, if I’m lucky, I can be that something.
I don’t fully decideto do it until I’m standing in front of Harrison’s apartment building, staring up at the glass façade like it’s a dare. Antoni’s words from last night still loop in my head.
Let the man come home to something good.
I take a steadying breath, hitch my overnight bag higher on my shoulder, and push through the doors before I can talk myself out of it. The lobby guard looks up from his desk.
“Evening ma’am,” he says. “Name?”
“Harper.” My voice shakes only a little. “Harper Richardson. For Harrison Meers.”
He smiles like he recognizes it. “You’re cleared, Miss Richardson. Have a great night.”
Holy shit.
He didn’t say anything about Harrison not being here.
But he has to know he’s not back from his trip yet.
He doesn’t even give me the stink eye about going up to his place alone. He merely smiles and goes back to his crossword puzzle.
My stomach flips.
