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Chapter Five
Jackson Grant was an asshole,a complete and utter asshole. But it seemed Harrison’s date for the evening, Kendra Jones, was his friend, which was how he was now sitting across from the asshole and next to the asshole’s date. His date was none other than Seraphina Lovely.
The married-with-kids, Seraphina Lovely. The bitch in HR, Seraphina. The shirtless woman from the bar just yesterday, Seraphina, all wrapped up in one woman, who wasn’t having a good time on her date either.
“And my mother said, ‘never mind,’” Kendra was saying to Jackson. Then she laughed, and Harrison decided whatever had come before in the conversation that he hadn’t paid attention to must have been funny. Seraphina wasn’t laughing, though, so maybe not.
After watching her nice ass walk out of his office earlier in the day, Harrison hadn’t seen Seraphina at all until he walked into the French restaurant, Mon Amour, with Kendra. Once Kendra had seen who her date was, he insisted they join them. Harrison tried to argue that they had reservations, but Kendra wanted to eat with her friend. What a mistake that was.
So here they were, eating with the couple, and he wasn’t enjoying it at all. Jackson and Kendra were talking, and neither had touched any food, while he and Seraphina were just watching and eating their salads. He was mostly eating to get this meal over with, and neither could get it over fast enough.
It seemed that since the restaurant was not far from the office, both he and Seraphina were still in what they had worn to work this morning. Though he wouldn’t have changed suits for a meal, he felt that for a date, Seraphina should have stepped it up a notch—maybe not to Kylie’s cocktail level, though he felt she would look amazing in a tight red dress with her breasts nearly falling out.
“So, how did you meet?” Harrison hijacked the conversation and pointed the question right at Seraphina.
“Funny story,” her asshole of a date said. “We met on an app, one of those dating apps everyone’s on now. This is our first date.”
It wasn’t even that Jackson was an asshole for hijacking his date or being on a date with a married woman—that would make her the asshole. It was that he was slimy as the day was long, and his story had not been the least bit funny. Harrison knew that the moment the man had called him Harry. Nobody but his mother called him that.
“First date? How’s it going?” Harrison asked, getting a glimpse of Seraphina’s nostrils flaring in anger. He knew all her anger ticks. This might not be the worst date ever, for him at least, but he was saving her from an asshole, so she should thank him later.
“I think it’s going well, but we hadn’t made it through the salad when you two arrived.” Jackson was having a hard time keeping his eyes off of Kendra’s breasts.
Not that Kendra’s were not on display for all the world to see, but Seraphina’s were bigger and currently heaving with anger. Her buttons were still buttoned to a modest level; no glimpse of what color bra she was wearing underneath.
“Do you feel it’s going well also, Seraphina?” Harrison turned to her.
“I am not talking to you, Harrison,” was all she said. He knew he was winning this round.
Kendra and the ass started talking about people they knew, ignoring their dates completely. Harrison didn’t mind at all; this was only his third date with Kendra, and he was really leaning towards it being the last. Sure, she was attractive, but right now, he didn’t care that she was flirting with another man. And she didn’t seem to care that he was watching her do it.
“No shirt change tonight?” He had to try and embarrass her about it. Even if it hadn’t worked earlier in the day, maybe on her date, it would.
“Nope.” She stabbed another leaf of lettuce without a hint of embarrassment, much to his disappointment.
“How does your husband feel about you dating?” he asked quietly, so the other two didn’t hear.
“I’m divorced, Harrison, and have been for a few years.” She leaned back in her chair and glared at him.
“I haven’t heard that.”
“I like to keep my personal life personal.” She liked that line.
“So, what happened? Did he finally realize you were a bitch?” Harrison loved to get her worked up, and their dates were still ignoring them.
“Fuck you, Harrison,” she hissed.
“You would like that, Seraphina. I’m one hell of a lay.” He went there because he wanted her embarrassed. Nothing he had tried had worked yet, so he went there.
“You, Harrison, couldn’t handle me in bed.” Her words were so quiet that their dates couldn’t hear. What the words lacked in embarrassment, they made up for in bravado.
“Is that a challenge?” He wanted to know because getting her in bed right now was what he wanted. Not only to prove her wrong but to simply have her in his bed.
“That’s the truth.” Folding her arms, she looked him in the eye—a direct challenge.
“And why do you think I couldn’t handle you?” He leaned towards her another few inches.
“Because you haven’t had sex with a woman in years—just girls.” She nodded at his date, who was around twenty-three.
