“You’re the one who followed me in here, and what’s the problem? I see you use the bathroom all the time.”
“That’s because you have no boundaries.” I huff, then walk into the closet to find another dress.
This looks like shit. It’s a wrinkled mess.
Harrison washes his hands, then reminds me again to come down in two minutes.
I watch him carefully as he walks out of the room and down the hall.
I’m one lucky bitch.
He has on a pair of board shorts that ride low on his hips, and with no shirt, you get a clear view of his tanned, muscular body.
But his hair…those dark honey locks are what does it for me. It’s tussled in thatI just got fucked way, and I’d love to run my fingers through it.
He couldn’t be hotter if he tried.
When he’s out of view, I shake myself out of my Harrison daze and notice I have two missed messages.
The first one is from Mom.
I think this one would fit our needs the best.
Attached is a picture of one of the bakeries she visited while I was here in the Hamptons.
I click it, and my stomach knots in disappointment. Not because it’s terrible but because I agree, which means this is all coming to fruition.
When I was floating in the pool yesterday, I promised myself if Mom picked a place, I would go back to the city with an open mind and think of this as a fresh start.
I only wish Le Petit Boulanger didn’t hold some many memories near and dear to our hearts.
I take a deep breath and text her back.
Whatever you think is best, I know it will be great. When I’m home, we’ll talk to Barbara together. xx
Before heading downstairs, I open the vague text from Becks and stare at it for a minute before replying.
Can you come over when you’re back?
Of course, we’ll be back tomorrow morning. When you’re home from work, let me know, and I’ll come over.
Or can you call me later and talk?
I wish she would have given me context or would write me back. Now I’m worrying that something’s wrong.
After a few minutes, she still doesn’t answer, so I put my phone away and head downstairs.
“Well, do you kiss Juliette on the lips?” Claud asks Harrison with her hands on her hips.
Harrison’s eyes widen in surprise. I quietly stand out of view, too curious about how he will handle this.
He’s stunned, opening and shutting his mouth like a scared little guppy. Where the hell is Mr. CEO hard-ass now?
“Well?” Claud sasses.
“How do you know about kissing, little miss?” I ask and walk into the room.
“Juliette!” Claud cries.
