HJ
A little spurt of happiness flows through me at the idea of meeting Harrison in the middle of the day for lunch. Silly, I know, but for the last several days, it’s just been him here late at night—sleeping and well… sex. I miss him. If it’s possible to miss a person you have either seen or talked to every day.
A quick look at the clock tells me I have two hours until I’m supposed to meet him. I decide to take a bath and soak my achy body. Not that I’m complaining, mind you, a girl just needs to get used to a man with the kind of stamina Harrison has.
After my bath, I put lotion on every inch of my skin, making it silky smooth. I dress in my favorite skinny jeans and a blouse that shows just a hint of cleavage. I take my time doing my makeup and hair. By the time I’m done, it’s time to leave. I couldn’t have timed it more perfectly if I tried. Now I don’t have to wait around.
I grab my purse and run back to my room for my phone. I frown when I see a text notification from Harrison.
Have to cancel, angel. Work is a shitshow. Dinner instead?
My shoulders hunch, and I instantly feel like the wind was taken out of my sails. It only takes me a minute to make my decision. If Harrison can’t come to lunch, lunch will come to him. I toss my phone in my purse and head to The Villa for tacos.
It’s not until I get inside Harrison’s building and am being guided up to his office that I start to question my decision to just drop in on him. Before I can talk myself out of bringing him his lunch, I straighten my shoulders and get on the elevator. I push the button for the top floor. Butterflies take flight in my stomach, and I chew my bottom lip nervously.
The elevator dings as the doors open, and I find myself in a posh office area. An older woman sits at a large desk in front of double doors that I assume house Harrison’s office.
“Can I help you?” the woman asks with a kind smile.
“Yes, I’m here to see Harrison James.”
Her smile widens kindly. “Do you have an appointment?”
I chew my bottom lip filled with nerves again. “No… we… um… we had a lunch date, and he had to cancel. I thought maybe I would bring him lunch instead.”
If I thought her smile was wide before, it’s sunshine bright now. “How sweet of you. Mr. James is in a meeting, but it should be finishing soon. Have a seat. Would you like something to drink?”
“No, thank you.”
“Just let me know if you change your mind,” she says before going back to her work.
Barely five minutes pass before the big double doors open—a very attractive, but cocky-looking man exits, followed by a beautiful woman. The man leers at me as he passes and the woman sneers, obviously finding me lacking.
She’s tall with long brown hair. Her business suit fits her like a glove and is just this side of professional. She’s gorgeous. She’s my exact opposite. I suddenly feel frumpy sitting here in my jeans and shirt. I felt good leaving my apartment, and this woman just stabbed right through that thought, reminding me that I’m from an entirely different world from this one.
I mean, not only am I wearing jeans and sandals, but I brought a millionaire cheap tacos for lunch. Tacos he admitted to liking, I remind myself. The woman gives me one more dirty look then leaves with the well-dressed man.
“You can go in now,” the assistant says.
I straighten my shoulders and walk toward the closed doors. I lightly knock and jump when Harrison barks for me to come in.
Yikes.
I slowly open the door and peek inside, half expecting Harrison to throw something at the doors like I’ve seen in the movies. Thankfully he doesn’t. He’s just sitting behind a massive desk that is covered with papers, and he’s running his hands through his hair. He looks up as I step into the room, and his pinched expression is replaced with a smile of relief.
“Olive, angel, what are you doing here?” he asks, standing from his chair and closing the distance between us.
“I brought lunch.” I hold up the bag full of greasy tacos.
He wraps me up in his arms and gives me a kiss… a hot kiss, one that I feel down to my toes. He pulls away and presses a kiss to the tip of my nose. A sweet gesture that has those butterflies back in my stomach. For someone who came off as arrogant the first time we met, he’s anything but. He’s been nothing but sweet to me.
“Well, I just wanted to drop this off. I won’t keep you,” I say, handing him the bag.
He grabs the bag and drops it on a side table by the door and pushes it closed and locks behind me. “Maybe I want to keep you,” he growls, caging me in against the door.
“Maybe I want to be kept,” I pant, arousal flooding my system as he gets even closer.
Our lips crash together, and all thoughts of lunch are thrown out the window. He trails kisses down my neck and down along the curves of my breasts. I gasp when he tweaks my nipple through my shirt. Then he’s got the shirt up and off, followed quickly by my bra. His lips fall to my breasts, sucking and nipping at my nipples before licking away the twinge of hurt.
