Shit. I couldn’t let myself feel anything for her. I was a mark in her brother’s plot. I stood, handing her my t-shirt. “Here, you can use this to clean up.”
I pulled my pants up, checked the monitor and saw Mo was still sleeping. For once, I wished he was crying. “I’ve got to run.” I headed to her back door.
“What about your shirt?”
“Keep it.”
“Can I burn it?”
Was she pissed I was running off? Good. One of us had to get the strength to avoid each other. My money was on Harper, because she was right, I was usually the one succumbing to her lure. The more pissed she was at me, the more likely she’d hold me back.
Once home, I went to Mo’s room to check on him. He was sleeping longer now, which was good and at the same time nerve-wracking because when he didn’t wake up at his usual time, I worried something happened to him.
With Mo out for the night, I went to my office to focus on work. Hopefully it would help me forget Harper and my cum covering her tits. I opened my email and saw several from Bran.
“God, I can’t escape either of you.” I deleted them without reading. He was persistent, but I was pretty good at ignoring things that I wasn’t interested in. Except of course, Harper, although one could make the argument that I was interested in her. If only she wasn’t using me for a means to her brother’s end.
The next morning, I was burping Mo when my phone rang.
“Hey Geo, what do you have for me?” I asked when I answered the phone to Saint Security’s head tech guy.
“Well, I’ve got good news and bad news.”
Fuck. That meant I wasn’t getting all the answers. “What is it?”
“We tracked the feed to the dark web, but still haven’t found the source. Whoever it is, they have some deep pockets.”
“How deep?” Dark web involved sketchy people, but there was a limit to their financial resources. Usually.
“Real deep.”
“Billionaire deep?”
“At least. I’ve never seen anything like it, which is saying something about the dark web.”
That had to be Bran. He hadn’t struck me as a dark web sort of guy. With that said, he was a man who wanted what he wanted and would do anything to get it.
Did that include having his sister fuck his neighbor? I shook my head.
I didn’t want to think Harper was the sort of woman who would use her body to seal a business deal. Her charm and wiles, yes, but her body. She never used her charm on me, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t using some sort of reverse psychology. After all, the negative tension between us was part of what was so hot and combustible.
But it was clear that I needed to steer clear of her. She wasn’t like Lupe in which sex and work were easily separated. There was no such thing as just sex when it came to Harper. If I wasn’t careful, I could get addicted to her sassy smile, smart mouth, and sexy body. There was no way I could let that happen.
CHAPTEREIGHTEEN
Harper
Like the other two times I’d had sex with Noel, this third time hadn't been a good idea. This time, however, I couldn't bring myself to regret it. I had to face the fact that there was something about this man.
He was like a vice or a bad habit; something I shouldn't have, but I couldn't stop craving.
The one thing that was different about this time we had sex was how quickly Noel left. He tossed me his shirt to clean his cum from my breasts, which by the way was so hot, and then left without it. He said he needed to check on Mo, which was a legitimate concern. Even so, I got the feeling he wanted to get away from me.
At first, I was insulted that he ran off like he couldn’t get away fast enough, but then I realized I was hurt. When we’d had sex before, he’d been annoyed that I’d regretted it.
I’d gotten the idea that he was open to a fling even though we didn’t get along very well. This time, I was the one who was opening up to the idea of an affair and he was the one running off without his shirt.
What had changed for him that he couldn't get away from me fast enough? Maybe he figured I'd regret it and kick him out of my house like I did the last time.