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Chapter Two
Latham
I can smell her.
Her sweet, succulent scent drifts over to where I crouch on the floor, teasing me with its toxic fumes and sassy disposition. Okay, so maybe not quite that dramatic, but the woman is still as maddening as ever. I’ve never craved taking a woman over my knee as badly as I do with her. And now I’m adjusting my tight pants. Stupid dick recognized her immediately, even if it had only one little taste so many years ago.
Harper leaves me working on her computer, heading off to do whatever it is she does in this place. As soon as I stepped inside, all I could picture was that very woman wearing every piece of material she stocks. Fiery red to match her personality, seductive blacks, and innocent whites. Every single piece, I want to see displayed on her perfect body.
Age has only enhanced the beauty of Harper Grayson. She was always the most beautiful girl in school, but thirty-two-year-old Harper? She’s a fucking boner-inducing knockout. Long red hair I’d love to wrap my hands around and those fuck-me blue eyes. She’s the perfect combination of sin and sexy.
Jesus, listen to me.
Drooling over the woman who’d rather feed you to sharks than spend five minutes catching up with you after more than a decade. I’d say it’s definitely time to get laid. Entirely on their own, my eyes turn and catch her just off to the right, reorganizing what looks like a black leather bustier and garter belt.
My boner has a boner.
I turn back to the job at hand, wishing I had something else in my hand right now. Her ass, maybe. Definitely my cock. Even though I’d rather find someone else to take care of this little problem I seem to have, I’m pretty sure I’ll be jerking off in the shower later tonight, only with images of the sexy lingerie shop owner next door keeping me company.
When I try to power up her computer, the hard drive does nothing. In fact, if I listen closely, there’s the lightly knocking noise coming from the unit. That tells me one thing: it’s deader than hell. I put it back in its place and recover the side, leaving the screws off. “I have bad news,” I holler, catching her attention and bringing her back to where I squat. “Your hard drive is definitely done. You can replace it, but it’s almost just as easy to purchase a new tower.”
“Shit,” she mumbles, closing her eyes and worrying her bottom lip. My cock twitches.
“This unit looks a few years old,” I say, standing up beside her.
“I uh, I got it refurbished when I opened the store. The computer store assured me it would be good for a while.”
“And it could have been. Refurbished units aren’t always bad. How long have you had it?” I ask, crossing my arms over my chest and leaning against the countertop. I don’t miss the way her eyes drop to my arms, taking in the hard lines, detailed muscles, and hint of my tattoo.
“Two years.”
“Well, since you probably don’t know how long it was in use before it was reconditioned, I’d recommend a new unit then. I’ll pick one up when I go to Harriston later this afternoon. If you have a computer backup program, I can get you up and running by Monday.”
She just stares at me. Her eyebrows are pinched together, and it looks as if she’s trying to piece together a puzzle. “Why?” she finally asks, skeptically.
“Why? Why what?”
“Why would you help me? You hate me.”
False. I’ve never hated her.
“I don’t hate you.”
“You told me you did.”
“You told me the same,” I remind her.
“But…I do hate you,” she states, though the look in her eyes is all I need to know. She doesn’t hate me at all.
“Then we can call a truce for the weekend. After I get you up and running, you can go right back to hating me.”
She squints, yet the vivid blue in her eyes still shines brightly. Reaching out her hand, she extends it toward me. “Deal.”
I take the offered hand, and reply, “Deal.” The moment her hand is held tightly within mine, an electric current zips through my body. Her touch is most definitely deadly.
I don’t wait for her to say anything, just slide my screwdriver back into my pocket and turn toward the door. “Wait! Don’t you need money or something?” she asks, walking toward me.
“You can pay me back when I know how much it is.”
