“The equipment will be custom order, Raegan,” he says as if I’m being deliberately slow. “You inferred I meant here.”
“You say jump and I say how high?” I return his stare because, dammit, he could’ve sent me a link rather than waiting for me to drag my ass down here.
Harrison tugs me to the back of the room. “Let me be clear. I enjoy you. Naked and under me, but all the other ways too. I won’t apologize for wanting to see you.”
“Being seen together in LA is serious, Harrison.”
“Then maybe I’m serious.”
His smoldering blue eyes pin me in place, but it’s his earnest tone that leaves me speechless.
Images ofTMZandETarticles splash through my mind. People speculating exactly why we’re together. The career I’m trying to build being subordinated to an online dialogue about whether it’s a hot affair or whether we’re in love. Who I am reduced to a ranking on the “Most Unexpected Couples” list.
I turn away, shoving a hand through my hair before stepping out of the office. He follows, pulling the door after him.
“Whatever you think you want,” I say, “it isn’t that. Maybe it’s companionship. Someone to share your bed who also has your back—“
“Just go the fuck out with me, Raegan.”
My chest tightens. There’s a question I’ve been needing to ask, but one that exposes me more that I can stand. “Why me?”
If I expect him to hesitate, he doesn’t. “Because under the layers of doubt and questions, you’re a woman who knows what she wants and how to get it. The day you see it, I want to be there.”
Would it be so bad to fall for Harrison King?
Would he even be there to catch me if I did?
A roar goes up from the other side of the door, and Harrison leans in.
“Now someone scored,” Leni calls.
I poke my head in too, and my gaze finds Ash on the screen, a huge grin on his face as teammates carry him up the field.
Something nudges my foot, and I glance down to see Harrison’s dress shoe leaning against my sandal.
“What’s with the heels?” he murmurs.
“I’m breaking them in to wear for my brother’s wedding next month.”
His gaze sharpens. “I’m partial to weddings. We met at one, if you recall.”
“I chewed you out.”
“I loved every second of it.”
Part of me blooms, a tiny flower in my chest that’s never dared look for the light.
“Wear those tonight when I take you for dinner. I want to fuck you in them.” He brushes his lips over mine, and heat streaks straight to my core, settling into a low ache between my thighs.
“Dinner doesn’t lead to sex,” I say when he pulls back.
“I would never make such a basic assumption about two people as complicated as we are, Raegan.”
“Good.”
His gaze traces my lips, the same path his mouth just did. “But dinner will lead to fighting. And fighting will lead to sex.”
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