CHAPTER FIFTEEN
To say Harper was nervous about going shopping with a billionaire was an understatement. She couldn’t imagine him being impressed with her excitement at buying things from Gap or digging through the shelves at Ross Outlet stores, where you could get a ton of great deals on basic designer brands.
Heck, he’d probably want to go into all the designer shops, which she enjoyed the thrill of, but it was just a bit more uncomfortable when you were with someone who could buy the damn company.
She assumed.
Harper was tempted to Google exactly how rich Daniel was but decided against it.
She didn’t want to think about it. Her body still ached from the delicious orgasms she’d had this morning. She could feel Daniel all over her body and wanted to just sit and smile like an idiot.
He had been such an incredible lover. His mouth, his fingers, his eyes, the way they had held hers and taken in every inch of her.
Daniel didn’t smile often, but when he did, it nearly bowled her over. Yet his eyes were so talkative and emotive. They said what he wouldn’t.
She sensed he liked her.
She liked him way too much.
She’d ignore her insecurities and go shopping with him because the thought of spending a whole day was much more delicious than missing him.
And she knew she would.
She only had a short amount of time with Daniel in Hawaii and however long they chose to do this was something she was willing to make the most of.
Quickly, she raced to her half-unpacked suitcase and dug through it for something to wear. She pulled out a pair of cut-off shorts, a white cotton halter neck top, and a pair of sneakers.
She ripped off her dress and stood in front of the mirror, updating her makeup, and fluffing her hair. Then she pulled out her toothbrush and gave them a second brush for the day. Because Daniel.
As she stood staring at her body, she remembered the feel of his mouth on her breasts. Her hand went to her hard nipple.
Groan.
She squeezed.
How could she want him again already?
She felt the heat pool between her legs and moisture slip into her panties.
“Oh, god.”
She dropped the toothbrush and spat, then walked back into the bedroom and stood staring at her clothes. Her hand slipped into her panties as she stared at the clock.
There was no way she could spend the day with Daniel with so much need burning within her.
She leaned over, her hand on the headboard as her other hand rubbed on her clit.
“Fuck,” she cried.
Knock, knock.
Oh god, no.
Harper glanced at the clock on the side table and saw the time.
“Shit, shit, shit.”
Harper raced into the bathroom and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around herself. Despite the bra and panties underneath.