I roll my lips to hide my smile, staring straight ahead.
“What is it?”
“Huh?”
He narrows his eyes. “What’s that little smirk for?”
Shrugging, I try to play it cool. “Nothing.”
He sighs, exasperated. “Juliette.”
Turning my head toward him, I smile at how irritated he is. He riles up so easily.
“I like that I was your pit stop.” He rolls his eyes as if annoyed I called him out on it.
We drive up the FDR, hand in hand, in a comfortable silence, heading to, I assume, his house. Though he once told me he brings no one there, so I’m not exactly sure where we’re going.
“So.” He side-eyes me. “That was your dickhead ex who didn’t know how to please you?”
I close my eyes and hit his arm. “Shh. Are you crazy? He can hear you.” I gesture toward the driver.
Harrison chuckles. “He has headphones in.”
Oh.
“In that case, yes. That was him.” I give no other information. No part of me wants to discuss Hunter.
“Huh.”
“What?” I stare at him. “What is thathuhfor?”
“Nothing. I’m just surprised. He doesn’t seem your type.”
He knows nothing about me. “I don’t have a type. Clearly.”
“It’s not older, good-looking businessmen?”
“Right this second? Definitely not,” I hiss, annoyed. For no reason other than that, he’s being cocky and knows he’s right.
“Really?” he questions, then grabs my hair and positions my head to kiss the side of my neck. The tip of his tongue glides to my ear, where he bites down, prompting instant shivers and goose bumps up my body. “No attraction at all?” he mocks.
He positions my legs over his lap, out of view from our driver.
“Harrison,” I warn as his hand creeps up my inner thigh.
“So you’re telling me, if I pushed this skirt up and ran my fingers over you, you wouldn’t be soaked through?”
“No,” I lie right through my teeth.
His eyes hold mine. “Are you sure about that? “
“Huh,”I mimic him. “Didn’t take you for one to fish for compliments.”
His fingers make it to the cusp of my skirt. My mouth hangs open in anticipation of one of probably the naughtiest things I’ve ever done.
The car comes to an abrupt stop, and I groan in protest.
Harrison chuckles and swipes his card to pay. “Next time. Come on.”
