He opens his eyes, and I stand there mesmerized by them. “Kiss me goodbye,” he mumbles.
I kiss him, then kiss him again.
God, he’s so addicting.
He takes my hand in his as I stand again. “At the end of the week, I have a black-tie event. You’ll go as my date.”
“Is that a demand?” I lift a brow.
“Yes,” he grumbles, trying to reach out and smack my ass.
“Bye, Harrison. Have a good day.”
“You’ll come,” his throaty morning voice calls out.
“We’ll see.”
Of course, I’ll go.
And he’s right. Knowing him and the way he makes my body feel whenever he’s near, I’m sure I’llcometoo.
13
Juliette
Today is notthe day to be running around sweating…or to be late.
In my defense, it’s not entirely my fault.
The subways were backed up, and every taxi from here to Queens was taken. Uber was ten times the normal price, and though I considered paying for it, they were all too far away, which never happens in the city.
What else was I to do other than to jump out of the delayed subway and haul my behind to Becks’s apartment, where I’m getting ready for the black-tie event tonight with Harrison.
Unlucky for me, though, today is the Fourth of July, and it’s almost ninety degrees out. I can feel the sweat dripping down my back.
On top of that, I cut through Washington Square Park, which happens to be one of my favorite places to people-watch, and just my luck, I run right through about fifteen teenagers smoking weed, and now I’m pretty sure I reek.
Or maybe I am even slightly high. Contact high is a real thing, right?
I buzz Becks’s apartment, panting like crazy.
What the hell is taking her so long? I buzz again.
“The buzzer up here isn’t working. Give me a minute, and I’ll come down and get you,” she screams out her window from the third floor.
I look up and tell her to hurry up. Suddenly, I have to pee like a racehorse and start fidgeting to hold it in.
“Where the hell have you been?” Becks snaps as she opens the door for me.
Ignoring her, I throw my garment bag in her arms, then run past her up the stairs.
Her landlord has beenfixingthe elevator for two years now, so there’s no other choice.
Who would have thought taking the stairs would feel rebellious? I easily envision Harrison being mad if he saw me running around the city and then up three flights of steps.
Harrison still doesn’t know the whole story, only what he’s read online, yet he is so protective about my leg, and I can’t say I hate it.
I run into the bathroom, and when I’m done, I wince at the girl staring back at me. I guess I wasted an hour curling my hair before I got here because now, there is no way in hell it’s staying down.
