I will either be sent below, and we will be back to normal, or…
Before I can finish that thought, I hear his voice. “You will stay in this room from now on.”
Harry turns, and he is in one of his perfectly pressed navy suits. I sip the hot coffee, holding the cup in my hands. We share a look, and he steps closer, lifting my chin. I smile and nod.
“Good girl. Because you are now mine, and you need to know that.”
I watch him closely, trying to process what is happening. “Today, we will get your things, and we will clear space up here.”
My mind churns, and I try to process the pros and cons.
A million unanswered questions form. Like, does that mean we’re together? Or is this part of the trick for the Japanese?
Still?
It must be showing because Harry tosses the movie script on a leather couch and holds my face in his hands.
“You’re mine now, and no, this is not for the Japanese. This is for us.”
I gulp; it’s almost too much.
“So, it’s like we’re a couple, or like regular people? And like you’re a trucker, and I’m his girlfriend, who, say, works at a diner?”
“Maybe,” Harry says intrigued. He’s good with creative games. “Or you’re a hot female attorney with needs, and I’m like her…”
“Her hunky tradesman boyfriend?”
Harrison smiles. “Exactly. But a tradesman with needs. Very big needs.”
We kiss slow and long, and I calm. I am also alive inside.
“I can live with that,” I purr.
I am also glowing inside, and the feel of his crisp formal suit fabric against my extra sensitive nipples and stomach feels rough but comforting.
Harry’s heart pounds powerfully against my chest, and his strong arms hold me tight against him.
“Worried?” he asks.
“A bit,” I say, holding him tight.
“You don’t need to be. We will be fine.”
“Will we?” I ask, pulling back to look up at him better.
Harry looks deep into my eyes and nods. “As long as we communicate and l?—”
“Love?” I ask.
Harry nods slowly. “Love.”
I wipe a forming tear from my eye, and Harry leans down. He then kisses the soft wet patch on the top of my cheek.
Just where it is getting itchy.
“Any other surprises?” I ask, sniffing and watching my man.
“Not that I know of. Oh, we’re going to the city in a few days.”
