tank. Bright blue high heels and my hair curled.
“What’s wrong with it?” I spin and look in the mirror. “I think I look good.”
“You do. Way too fucking good. What’s Knox going to think about this?”
“Knox doesn’t get a say in what I wear when I go out,” I scoff. “Plus, he’s out of town tonight.” A grin slips out and Leigh chuckles.
“You’re going to ruin this before you even give it a chance to start, Harper.”
“Am not. He’s leaving soon, Leigh. And I’m still young. Now let’s go.” I grab my purse and take his hand as I pull him out of my apartment.
“So where’s John tonight?” As I slip into the car Leigh gives me a tired glance.
“Working. Always fucking working lately.” He rolls his eyes and starts the engine.
“Yeah, Knox has been too. Hopefully it gets better for you soon, babe. Once the club is open I’m sure his schedule will even out.”
He doesn’t answer, but with a chuckle he turns out to the main drag.
Tonight we’re heading downtown to Washington Avenue. Tonight I plan on getting out of my comfort zone. Tonight I want to forget about Knox and everything he’s done to my world since he showed up.
I don’t want to think about him moving out.
I don’t want to think about my feelings for him. Feelings that are stronger than even I will admit to myself. Fucking feelings.
I don’t want to think about him. Period.
“Doll, your phone is going insane over there,” Leigh’s voice cuts through my thoughts and I realize I’ve been thinking about Knox nonstop since getting in this car.
“Shit,” I huff, pulling it out of my purse.
KNOX: Where are you?
KNOX: What are you doing tonight?
KNOX: I miss you.
KNOX: Hello?
“Jesus, obsessive much?” Leigh’s reading over my shoulder as we sit at a red light, seeing the multiple texts from him that I missed in the last fifteen minutes.
“Yeah really,” I huff. “He’s never been like this before.”
“He likes you, Harper. A lot.”
“Yeah.”
I type out a quick reply and turn my phone on silent. My goal for tonight isn’t to sit on the phone texting my live-in sex mate…or whatever he is. My goal is to forget him and I can’t do that with my phone on.
ME : Going out with Leigh and some of the girls. Can’t wait to see you tomorrow
“A ball sack kiss? Really?” He laughs from the drivers seat and I punch him in the arm.
“Shut it, let’s get drunk.” He laughs it off and maneuvers his way around Saturday night St. Louis traffic. This is why I don’t drive around here; people in this city are horrible, rude drivers. Not my cup of tea. I have my license, but I prefer not to add that stress into my life when I can walk everywhere I need to go.
As Leigh slides into the parking spot behind the bar I have a momentary lapse of judgment and pull out my phone to check Facebook.
Stupid idea, Harper.
KNOX: Where?
KNOX: Be safe
KNOX: Check in later please, I worry about you.
Jesus, protective much?
ME: Yes, daddy. I’ll be a good girl.
“Let’s go, woman. I need to get my drink on.”
“Harper, why’s Knox here?” Leigh’s voice comes from behind me as I’m staring at a beautiful piece of man meat across the room.
We’ve been here a few hours and much to my surprise I’ve only checked my phone and texted Knox a handful of times. That’s good for me when drunk!
“No clue,” I mumble, grabbing my beer off the table.
His eyes hit mine and no matter the amount of alcohol I put in my body tonight, I know I won’t be able to forget him. Ever.
No…right now I want to think about Knox and everything he could do to me. Fuck, just looking at him move over to me like he’s fucking floating pisses me off because I’m already wet and he hasn’t even talked yet! I’m supposed to be here to forget him! What the hell is he doing here?!
“Harper.” My name rolls off his tongue and I melt a little more inside. How can one guy, one guy
“What’s wrong with it?” I spin and look in the mirror. “I think I look good.”
“You do. Way too fucking good. What’s Knox going to think about this?”
“Knox doesn’t get a say in what I wear when I go out,” I scoff. “Plus, he’s out of town tonight.” A grin slips out and Leigh chuckles.
“You’re going to ruin this before you even give it a chance to start, Harper.”
“Am not. He’s leaving soon, Leigh. And I’m still young. Now let’s go.” I grab my purse and take his hand as I pull him out of my apartment.
“So where’s John tonight?” As I slip into the car Leigh gives me a tired glance.
“Working. Always fucking working lately.” He rolls his eyes and starts the engine.
“Yeah, Knox has been too. Hopefully it gets better for you soon, babe. Once the club is open I’m sure his schedule will even out.”
He doesn’t answer, but with a chuckle he turns out to the main drag.
Tonight we’re heading downtown to Washington Avenue. Tonight I plan on getting out of my comfort zone. Tonight I want to forget about Knox and everything he’s done to my world since he showed up.
I don’t want to think about him moving out.
I don’t want to think about my feelings for him. Feelings that are stronger than even I will admit to myself. Fucking feelings.
I don’t want to think about him. Period.
“Doll, your phone is going insane over there,” Leigh’s voice cuts through my thoughts and I realize I’ve been thinking about Knox nonstop since getting in this car.
“Shit,” I huff, pulling it out of my purse.
KNOX: Where are you?
KNOX: What are you doing tonight?
KNOX: I miss you.
KNOX: Hello?
“Jesus, obsessive much?” Leigh’s reading over my shoulder as we sit at a red light, seeing the multiple texts from him that I missed in the last fifteen minutes.
“Yeah really,” I huff. “He’s never been like this before.”
“He likes you, Harper. A lot.”
“Yeah.”
I type out a quick reply and turn my phone on silent. My goal for tonight isn’t to sit on the phone texting my live-in sex mate…or whatever he is. My goal is to forget him and I can’t do that with my phone on.
ME : Going out with Leigh and some of the girls. Can’t wait to see you tomorrow
“A ball sack kiss? Really?” He laughs from the drivers seat and I punch him in the arm.
“Shut it, let’s get drunk.” He laughs it off and maneuvers his way around Saturday night St. Louis traffic. This is why I don’t drive around here; people in this city are horrible, rude drivers. Not my cup of tea. I have my license, but I prefer not to add that stress into my life when I can walk everywhere I need to go.
As Leigh slides into the parking spot behind the bar I have a momentary lapse of judgment and pull out my phone to check Facebook.
Stupid idea, Harper.
KNOX: Where?
KNOX: Be safe
KNOX: Check in later please, I worry about you.
Jesus, protective much?
ME: Yes, daddy. I’ll be a good girl.
“Let’s go, woman. I need to get my drink on.”
“Harper, why’s Knox here?” Leigh’s voice comes from behind me as I’m staring at a beautiful piece of man meat across the room.
We’ve been here a few hours and much to my surprise I’ve only checked my phone and texted Knox a handful of times. That’s good for me when drunk!
“No clue,” I mumble, grabbing my beer off the table.
His eyes hit mine and no matter the amount of alcohol I put in my body tonight, I know I won’t be able to forget him. Ever.
No…right now I want to think about Knox and everything he could do to me. Fuck, just looking at him move over to me like he’s fucking floating pisses me off because I’m already wet and he hasn’t even talked yet! I’m supposed to be here to forget him! What the hell is he doing here?!
“Harper.” My name rolls off his tongue and I melt a little more inside. How can one guy, one guy
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