the same time, I find myself thinking about him all day long. I can’t get his beautiful face out of my mind, especially the look he gets on his face just as he is cumming. It’s by far the most erotic visual etched in my mind. The feeling of his capable hands feeling the length of my body while his tongue seeks out my own. Yes, the fire that he has ignited in me is such that no other man has even come close to sparking. In hindsight, I now know that Bradley only struck the match. Harrison has inspired a raging inferno in me. I’m just not sure how to temper it or if I should. Simone’s predictable advice is to roll with it and enjoy the ride. I’m sure there was a pun intended there.
He sent me another bouquet of flowers two days ago with a card that simply said,
Three more days, Danielle .
I think to myself, three more days until he is flies in. Three more days until he sees the final project and three more days until I see him.
Tomorrow is day three . I get to be back in Harrison’s arms on day three. I hope.
I promised myself that I wouldn’t allow this. I promised myself I wouldn’t care. I promised myself that I would keep my guard up and only have fun. Well, I’ve broken those promises. I’m very thankful that I’ve been so busy with this project these last few weeks. Otherwise, I would have been heartsick. I know deep down that I’ve fallen for Harrison Towers. The awful part is that I can’t get Bradley out of my mind. Not because I still have feelings for him, but because he is the reason I feel so damaged. I want to trust Harrison, but I’ve been fooled before and I refuse to allow myself to be open or vulnerable to that kind of betrayal again. No, this has to be just for fun. It can’t be anything more than that. It’s taken me over a year just to find myself again. I don’t want to lose myself again and especially not this soon.
Oh Dani, slow yourself down. Harrison Towers may not be interested in you that way. There’s always the distinct possibility that Harrison is just having his fun. I mean seriously, he’s an International Mogul who could have any socialite hottie, Hollywood starlet or heck even some kind of royalty he wants!
Now, time to finish this place and go home so I can hit the bathtub for a much needed bubblicious soak!
I give each room the once over. Again. I’m so happy with the way it’s come out. To me, it is serene but oh so sexy. Just like Harrison. My heart pangs when I visualize him lounging on the matte white leather sectional with a glass of Pinot Noir swirling in his glass. I fight with my mind as it travels back to our time in New York.
Oh, not now! Focus, focus.
I glance at my phone to see the time and realize it’s already 10:42 PM. I gather my things and make my way to the elevator. Just as I swipe the card, I feel my phone vibrate just once. Ah, a text message, gee, wonder who that could be? The pesky best girlie, no doubt.
Once I settle in my car, I take my phone out of my coat pocket and plug it into the charger and head to my loft. I keep hearing my phone go buzz, buzz, and buzz. Geeze. What’s up with that?
I look down and see it is another unknown caller. Obviously, it’s not Simone. I’m almost home, and decide to deal with my unknown caller once I get in the tub. I pull into my parking garage, grab my briefcase, purse and cell phone and make my way to the elevator. Ugh, I feel like a pack rat! I push the button to the elevator and stand waiting for what seems like half an hour. Just as I can’t wait any longer it comes to a thud and the doors start to open I have the strangest sensation that I’m not alone. All the hairs stand up on the back of my neck. As I advance through the elevator doors, I turn my head to the right to see someone duck behind a silver Volvo SUV. Um, creepy. I know someone is there because I can see their shadow cast on the black car parked next to the Volvo.
I quickly hit the button on the
He sent me another bouquet of flowers two days ago with a card that simply said,
Three more days, Danielle .
I think to myself, three more days until he is flies in. Three more days until he sees the final project and three more days until I see him.
Tomorrow is day three . I get to be back in Harrison’s arms on day three. I hope.
I promised myself that I wouldn’t allow this. I promised myself I wouldn’t care. I promised myself that I would keep my guard up and only have fun. Well, I’ve broken those promises. I’m very thankful that I’ve been so busy with this project these last few weeks. Otherwise, I would have been heartsick. I know deep down that I’ve fallen for Harrison Towers. The awful part is that I can’t get Bradley out of my mind. Not because I still have feelings for him, but because he is the reason I feel so damaged. I want to trust Harrison, but I’ve been fooled before and I refuse to allow myself to be open or vulnerable to that kind of betrayal again. No, this has to be just for fun. It can’t be anything more than that. It’s taken me over a year just to find myself again. I don’t want to lose myself again and especially not this soon.
Oh Dani, slow yourself down. Harrison Towers may not be interested in you that way. There’s always the distinct possibility that Harrison is just having his fun. I mean seriously, he’s an International Mogul who could have any socialite hottie, Hollywood starlet or heck even some kind of royalty he wants!
Now, time to finish this place and go home so I can hit the bathtub for a much needed bubblicious soak!
I give each room the once over. Again. I’m so happy with the way it’s come out. To me, it is serene but oh so sexy. Just like Harrison. My heart pangs when I visualize him lounging on the matte white leather sectional with a glass of Pinot Noir swirling in his glass. I fight with my mind as it travels back to our time in New York.
Oh, not now! Focus, focus.
I glance at my phone to see the time and realize it’s already 10:42 PM. I gather my things and make my way to the elevator. Just as I swipe the card, I feel my phone vibrate just once. Ah, a text message, gee, wonder who that could be? The pesky best girlie, no doubt.
Once I settle in my car, I take my phone out of my coat pocket and plug it into the charger and head to my loft. I keep hearing my phone go buzz, buzz, and buzz. Geeze. What’s up with that?
I look down and see it is another unknown caller. Obviously, it’s not Simone. I’m almost home, and decide to deal with my unknown caller once I get in the tub. I pull into my parking garage, grab my briefcase, purse and cell phone and make my way to the elevator. Ugh, I feel like a pack rat! I push the button to the elevator and stand waiting for what seems like half an hour. Just as I can’t wait any longer it comes to a thud and the doors start to open I have the strangest sensation that I’m not alone. All the hairs stand up on the back of my neck. As I advance through the elevator doors, I turn my head to the right to see someone duck behind a silver Volvo SUV. Um, creepy. I know someone is there because I can see their shadow cast on the black car parked next to the Volvo.
I quickly hit the button on the
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