Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 75783 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75783 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
“Do you think she even knew it was an insult?” I ask, finishing up the sandwiches and placing a plate in front of Harper.
She laughs, picking up the sandwich and looking at it before taking a bite. She nods while she chews, giving me a thumbs up to tell me it’s good. I take a bite of my own, and we eat in silence for a moment.
“Has she done stuff like that all your life?” The question is out of my mouth before I can even attempt to stop it. Whatever happened to making her squirm? If I look like I care, she’s not going to be intimidated by me.
“Oh yeah,” Harper immediately says, setting the sandwich down and dusting her hands. “She wanted me to audition for movies when I was a kid. She thought I could be the next Dakota Fanning or something like that. Basically, she wanted me to be more successful than she was, so she could live off of me like she is your dad. But at one of the auditions, the casting director told me I was about five pounds too heavy for the role. I think that’s where her obsession really began.”
“I didn’t know you’re an actor,” I say, wrinkling my eyebrows at her.
“That’s because I’m not. It’s what my mom wanted me to be, and she tried, but I never really put in the work. I never quite fit the image that the producers wanted, and because of that, my mom has practically forced me to be on every diet you can imagine.” Harper shrugs and finishes her sandwich.
I look her up and down and shake my head. Diana is either blind or clinically insane. Harper is damn near perfect, and her body doesn’t need any work.
“I don’t think you need to worry about dieting,” I say, bringing my gaze to hers. Her gaze lingers on mine for a moment, and I once again see the same warmth in them that I did earlier tonight.
She wraps her arms around herself as if trying to make herself smaller, and I pull my gaze away. It falls down her body, and I notice she’s not wearing a bra under her shirt. The small peaks of her nipples show through the thin fabric, and once again, all my blood is draining to my groin.
“You should probably get some sleep. We’ve got a long day ahead of us tomorrow,” I say, grabbing her plate and setting it in the sink.
“Aren’t I supposed to be the one telling you that?” Harper laughs.
“Believe it or not, I handled my schedule perfectly fine before you got here,” I reply with a smirk.
Harper shakes her head and slides off the bar stool, waving timidly goodbye as she bounds off toward her bedroom. When the door closes, I finally pull myself away from the counter where I was hiding the massive hard-on she gave me.
I go to the master bathroom and turn on the shower, slipping out of my briefs and T-shirt before climbing in. Resting one hand on the wall, I close my eyes and imagine Harper in here with me.
I wrap my free hand around my cock and start slowly pumping it up and down. The entire time, I’m picturing Harper on her knees waiting patiently to taste my cock in her mouth. Her tongue grazes all along the side, teasing every inch of me before she takes me fully in her mouth.
Her plush pink lips wrap around me, and the warmth is inviting.
“Fuck yes, Harper,” I moan as my hand moves rapidly over my stiff cock. I imagine running my fingers through her hair and slamming her head against me while I come down her throat. I want her to have every drop of me inside her.
I think about her pushing her hands against me, trying to free herself while I hold her head. It makes my cock throb even more as I finally come. Just the idea of really making her squirm, completely taking control of her in this way, is enough to carry me through this ecstasy.
When I’m finished, I towel off and climb back in bed, thinking about how badly I want that fantasy to come true. Our conversation earlier isn’t doing much to show her I’m someone she should be intimidated by, but I’m going to make sure that changes. I can’t be soft with her anymore.
I want to see her squirm, and I’m going to do everything in my power to make that happen again.
Chapter 8
Harper
I tap my finger impatiently on the desk while cautiously looking toward Dawson’s office. My eyes move from his door to the clock at the front of the room. It’s been hours since he’s left his office, and everyone else here has already gone home.
Having to see every other employee wave me goodbye before packing up their things to drive home and have dinner is like a slap in the face. I can’t do anything if I don’t have Dawson’s approval.