“It’s got to be something. You can tell me.”
Can I though? Harrison isn’t a man who does clingy virgins, and here I am being precisely that. Or maybe I’m different for him? Then there is the whole match thing. Thomas deserves better, and so does Harrison.
Deciding that problem is the lesser of two evils, I decide to confess my guilt over writing letters to another man.
“I have to confess something…”
Harrison’s hand stills on my back, and he stiffens against me. “What do you need to confess?”
“I wrote another letter to the man Rita matched me with… I know I shouldn’t have. Not while we are… whatever we are.”
He lets out a breath and relaxes again. “Is that all?”
“Well, isn’t that enough?”
His rich laugh fills the room. “It’s okay, angel. I know you went to Rita to be matched up with someone.”
My brow furrows, and confusion flows through my body like a bitterly cold wind. “So, you don’t care?”
He grabs me by the waist and lifts me up until I’m straddling his hips. He cups my face and brings my lips down to his. “I do care. More than I should,” he says—his words sounding like a confession.
I give him a questioning look. Instead of words, he pulls me down and kisses me sweetly. His lips saying without words more than he could express with them. I kiss him back, giving him all the emotion that I refuse to confess. When the kiss is over, he tugs me against his chest and holds me close. I sink into him, loving the warmth of him and feeling close to another person.
It’s magic.
“I’m going to stop writing to him…”
Harrison doesn’t respond just makes a humming noise in his throat that I take as assent. I have no idea what it means for us, but I feel better with the decision made. For better or worse… In for a penny in for a pound… all those lovely turns of phrase that means I’m diving into the deep end. Here’s hoping I don’t sink like a rock.
CHAPTER
SIXTEEN
HARRISON
It’s beentwo days since I’ve seen Olive, and I’m about to go crazy. I ended up having to go to Houston to put out fires with my newest acquisition. Apparently, the board wasn’t exactly on board with the takeover.
Too fucking bad.
I throw my keys on the side table of my hotel room and pull out my phone. I smile as I dial her number, knowing she’ll pick up. Knowing she’s mine—for now.
“You back at the hotel already?” she asks, sounding a little out of breath.
“Yeah,” I say with a frustrated sigh.
“I didn’t expect you so soon,” she says, still sounding out of breath.
“What were you doing?”
“Me?” she squeaks.
I chuckle. “Yeah, angel. You.”
“Nothing…”
“Hmm… Were you maybe touching that sweet pussy?”
She lets out a little huff. “No, I was doing laundry.”
