Except Eros isn’t looking back at me.
A shrill scream barrels out of me. I turn and flee back into the safety of the bathroom.
It’s Harper.
Harper is standing in front of me.
Or she was until she screamed and locked herself in the bathroom.
For some reason, I look over my shoulder at the door I walked through, thinking maybe itturned into some type of portal. That’s the only logical explanation for my dreams to manifest right before my eyes.
I came for Psyche, who’s wedged herself in between every one of my thoughts and yet Harper is the one who is here. Harper, my every thought.
Maybe I’ve died and this is Heaven.
An atom bomb detonates in my head at the realization.
Psyche is Harper.
Fuck that means the woman who came on my hand, whose taste seared my tongue, and legs wrapped around my waist while taking every inch I gave her was Harper. My employee. My friend's daughter.
I clear my throat. “Harper?” I call out her name, sounding foreign while in this room.
Nothing happens. Gently knocking on the door. I call out her name again and I wait until she slowly pulls the door open.
“Oh, god, it is you,” she groans, pushing past me, stalking into the room.
My eyes follow her, committing every part of her to memory. Thighs I dream about getting my face in-between, tits I want to slide my cock between, an ass I want to—basically anywhere Harper will let me near with my mouth, hands, or dick is somewhere I want to be. If she’ll let me, but right now she looks as if she wants me todisappear. Probably off the planet entirely, if she got her way.
She paces across the room, chewing on her thumb refusing to look at me.
“What are you doing here?” I demand.
Nolan, you fucking idiot.
She doesn’t need to be accused, she needs reassurance.
Her eyes snap to me, kindling igniting in her gaze. “Me? What areyoudoing here?” She violently shakes her head, as if the movement will erase me from her sight. “You know what, never mind.” Harper snatches a coat from the chair and dashes out the door.
For a second I think about not following her but there's a much bigger devil on my shoulder that wins. But before I follow, I swipe a folder off the table.
Will Maxine rip me a new one when she finds out—yes, but we didn’t go over the list our first night and I have to know what brought her to Midnights.
Harper’s fighting her way through the crowd ahead of me. Someone shouts her name, but she doesn’t stop and keeps pushing her way to the front door.
I turn to see who is calling after her, only to see Maxine with a look of worry on her face. She follows the line Harper left with her eyes, which leads to me. “So that didn’t go well.”She says.
“No, it didn’t, I—” That makes me stop. I turn to Maxine. “Wait, what?”
“There was a fifty-fifty chance she would either run out of the building, or run into your arms. Just so you know, I was rooting for the latter.”
“What the fuck, Maxine? What are you talking about?”
“You thought I wouldn’t look up the one woman you can’t stop talking about?”
My neck cranes in time to see Harper walk out the front door. Maxine looks pleased with herself but I only have time for one revelation tonight. “We’re not done.” I point the folder at her and rush past people as she shouts, reminding me I’m not allowed to take it from the premises.
By the time I get outside, she is darting toward the parking lot. It only takes me a few seconds to catch up with her.
