The Sweetest Taboo: An Unconventional Romance by Harper Miller Page A
Authors: Harper Miller
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micah’s lips.
Goddamn, I wondered how her lips would look wrapped around My dick.
If I kept up this line of thinking, I’d need a cold shower and would never make it to the Whitney.
* * *
With My arms full, I stood at the museum’s security desk, locked in a battle of wits with one of the guards, and somehow the motherfucker was winning. I was trying My best to remain calm and dignified, and not use crass language, but the guard was irritating Me with his belittling demeanor.
I had been flying high thinking of My time with micah and how I’d see her shortly. I didn’t need some asshole raining on My parade.
I eyed the elevators behind the security desk, which I assumed led to the offices of the museum personnel. My patience was wearing thin since one guard in particular kept repeating, “Personnel aren’t allowed visitors.”
I tried to reason with him and explain I wasn’t “visiting” but there to drop off a gift for My girl. In a way, I was glad the guy was serious about his job; it meant micah’s best interests were at the forefront. But I wanted to see her, and he was preventing that from happening.
After her abrupt departure, I wanted to know she was okay.
I could honestly say I smiled more in the past twenty-four hours than I had in the past month. I hadn’t meshed with a woman in a very long time and I enjoyed this new feeling. I probably had a silly, lopsided grin plastered on My face. Of course Josh had noticed.
Well, My smile quickly turned into a scowl when the guard waved his hand in front of My face, attempting to gain My attention.
“What part of ‘Ms. Foster isn’t allowed visitors’ don’t you understand?” he inquired.
It was becoming increasingly difficult to keep My temper in check. This guy was really testing Me. My voice had already gotten louder, causing people to stop and stare. The last thing I wanted to do was make a spectacle of Myself. I took a few deep breaths before responding to the condescending jab.
“For the third time, I am not a visitor. I want to drop some things off for her. Calling Me a visitor would imply I’m staying. I’ll be leaving as soon as I give her these things. Can you simply call her and tell her that her . . .”
Wait, what was I? I couldn’t very well tell this asshole that I was a Dom and micah was under My tutelage. So I thought of the next best thing, something he’d understand.
“Tell ms. foster that Rick is here to see her.”
“And just who are you to Ms. Foster, Rick?”
Who am I? Yeah, I knew he’d ask. The asshole seemed a little defensive in his inquisition. Was this part of his job or was he busting My balls because he had a crush on My pretty girl?
Sorry, guy, your world is about to come crumbling the fuck down.
Since My hands were full, I couldn’t get in His face like I wanted to, so I leaned across the security desk far enough for there to be no mistaking the intent behind My words. “I’m her Boyfriend.”
The guard’s face deflated. Reluctantly, he leaned over his partner’s shoulder and picked up the phone on the desk.
“I’ll call her now.”
A victorious grin curled My lips. My stake had been claimed.
“Thank you very much,” I said, displaying My biggest and brightest smile. Normally, I’m not the jealous type—I’m secure in My shit—but when you try to assert power you don’t have just to bust My balls because you’re lusting after someone who doesn’t even know you exist, then you just made it to number one on My shit list. In My line of work, I deal with all types, but to deal with an antagonistic personality in this instance? No way, not happening.
“Yes. Hi, Ms. Foster? It’s Jim from security. We have someone here named Rick claiming to be your boyfriend at the desk near the L-17 entrance. He has some things to give you. If you could come downstairs as soon as possible, I’d appreciate it.”
I leaned against the desk, taking in My surroundings. Glad that shit was nipped in the
Goddamn, I wondered how her lips would look wrapped around My dick.
If I kept up this line of thinking, I’d need a cold shower and would never make it to the Whitney.
* * *
With My arms full, I stood at the museum’s security desk, locked in a battle of wits with one of the guards, and somehow the motherfucker was winning. I was trying My best to remain calm and dignified, and not use crass language, but the guard was irritating Me with his belittling demeanor.
I had been flying high thinking of My time with micah and how I’d see her shortly. I didn’t need some asshole raining on My parade.
I eyed the elevators behind the security desk, which I assumed led to the offices of the museum personnel. My patience was wearing thin since one guard in particular kept repeating, “Personnel aren’t allowed visitors.”
I tried to reason with him and explain I wasn’t “visiting” but there to drop off a gift for My girl. In a way, I was glad the guy was serious about his job; it meant micah’s best interests were at the forefront. But I wanted to see her, and he was preventing that from happening.
After her abrupt departure, I wanted to know she was okay.
I could honestly say I smiled more in the past twenty-four hours than I had in the past month. I hadn’t meshed with a woman in a very long time and I enjoyed this new feeling. I probably had a silly, lopsided grin plastered on My face. Of course Josh had noticed.
Well, My smile quickly turned into a scowl when the guard waved his hand in front of My face, attempting to gain My attention.
“What part of ‘Ms. Foster isn’t allowed visitors’ don’t you understand?” he inquired.
It was becoming increasingly difficult to keep My temper in check. This guy was really testing Me. My voice had already gotten louder, causing people to stop and stare. The last thing I wanted to do was make a spectacle of Myself. I took a few deep breaths before responding to the condescending jab.
“For the third time, I am not a visitor. I want to drop some things off for her. Calling Me a visitor would imply I’m staying. I’ll be leaving as soon as I give her these things. Can you simply call her and tell her that her . . .”
Wait, what was I? I couldn’t very well tell this asshole that I was a Dom and micah was under My tutelage. So I thought of the next best thing, something he’d understand.
“Tell ms. foster that Rick is here to see her.”
“And just who are you to Ms. Foster, Rick?”
Who am I? Yeah, I knew he’d ask. The asshole seemed a little defensive in his inquisition. Was this part of his job or was he busting My balls because he had a crush on My pretty girl?
Sorry, guy, your world is about to come crumbling the fuck down.
Since My hands were full, I couldn’t get in His face like I wanted to, so I leaned across the security desk far enough for there to be no mistaking the intent behind My words. “I’m her Boyfriend.”
The guard’s face deflated. Reluctantly, he leaned over his partner’s shoulder and picked up the phone on the desk.
“I’ll call her now.”
A victorious grin curled My lips. My stake had been claimed.
“Thank you very much,” I said, displaying My biggest and brightest smile. Normally, I’m not the jealous type—I’m secure in My shit—but when you try to assert power you don’t have just to bust My balls because you’re lusting after someone who doesn’t even know you exist, then you just made it to number one on My shit list. In My line of work, I deal with all types, but to deal with an antagonistic personality in this instance? No way, not happening.
“Yes. Hi, Ms. Foster? It’s Jim from security. We have someone here named Rick claiming to be your boyfriend at the desk near the L-17 entrance. He has some things to give you. If you could come downstairs as soon as possible, I’d appreciate it.”
I leaned against the desk, taking in My surroundings. Glad that shit was nipped in the
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