Page 65 of The Attraction

Sleeping in Forrest’s bed every night might help with the nightmares, but it doesn’t mean I’m getting any rest.

That man is a machine, and I have learned it is almost impossible for me to say no to him. My body is starting to crave him like a drug I can’t go without. Which is not good, but I’m addicted anyway.

“I’m also here to deliver a message,” she says.

Pushing back from my desk after shutting down my computer, I pick up my bag, slipping my laptop back into it. “Ughh, do I even want to know? Man, I thought Forrest was a grumpy asshole before, but now he’s just changed to a possessive grumpy asshole.” I roll my eyes at her as I push my office chair under my desk and turn off my desk lamp.

“Well, I think you might want to take that back when I tell you this.” Her words are enough to stop me in my tracks.

“What is that supposed to mean?” I ask, staring directly at her, trying to guess what she is about to say.

“Downstairs there is a car waiting for the both of us to take us to the airport. We are off to the villa in St. Tropez for a weekend of relaxation and fun.” She looks very proud of herself.

“I don’t have anything with me, plus Forrest will lose his shit if I leave the country without him,” I say, trying to grab my phone to start messaging him.

“Oh, welcome to the world of being with a dominant Taylor man. As if we are traveling alone this time. Said men are also downstairs in the car waiting for us. Plus, he packed a bag for you.”

“What the hell, how would he know…?” Before I can get out what I was about to say, Felisha is talking over top of me.

“But don’t worry, I have also packed you a bag of things he will probably have forgotten,” she says and walks over to me, hooking her arm through mine. It’s our way of being connected without hugging. Leaning closer, she whispers in my ear, “Remember when I told you that giving up control to the right man in certain ways can be like a nirvana you never knew existed? Well, welcome to that nirvana.”

Felisha pulls me toward my office door, locking it and pulling it closed behind us. It feels like closing the door on the week, and boy, it was one hell of a week.

“Am I about to regret this?” I ask her as we ride the elevator down to ground level.

“Oh, only you can answer that one.” Felisha just looks at me with a smile that tells me she is still hiding something.

“What do you know that I don’t? Don’t lie to me. Remember, you are supposed to be on Team Harper.” Turning to her, I pin her with the stare I use in the boardroom when I’m pushing a point.

“I will always be Team Harper, stop fooling yourself that I’m not. Now for goodness’ sake, just go with it, will you? Someone is trying to do something nice for you. I seem to remember you telling me to give Flynn a chance, so why don’t you take your own medicine with Forrest. Trust me, I wouldn’t have agreed to this if I didn’t think it would be good for you.”

The elevator doors open just as she finishes, and my heart is racing.

I hate surprises. I need to know what is happening. The unknown scares me.

Then I see his silhouette standing outside the main doors, the company limousine waiting in the parking area.

As soon as he spots us exiting the elevator, he is through the door and striding toward me.

“I hate surprises,” are the first words out of my mouth as soon as he is close enough.

Which brings laughter from him as he takes my hand and leans down to kiss me on the cheek, which is already pissing me off because we agreed no public displays of affection. I know he will argue a technicality with it being on my cheek.

“Hello to you too, my little boo.” He’s proud of himself with that name.

“Don’t even try to sweet talk me with such a shit name,” I mumble as I’m being walked toward the car. Felisha has already walked ahead of us, I’m guessing to give us a little privacy, and is being greeted by Flynn as she slides into the back of the car.

“But I did so well, it rhymed and everything.” And the smile on his face as he is walking annoys me.

He stops in front of me a few feet from the open car door, and I can tell he wants to touch me but is trying to refrain.

“Harper, you need to learn to trust me.” I hate when he uses that voice that makes me go weak in my knees; it’s gentle but firm, and it gets me every time.

“I do, but it doesn’t mean you don’t piss me off at the same time.” I storm past him to the car and slide in, giving both Flynn and Felisha a dirty look to let them know they are in my bad books too for going along with this hijacking.

Forrest slides in beside me, and I can tell by the way his body jerks that he is trying to hold in his laughter.

“Oh, Bro, you are in big trouble. Not even I would cross a woman who looks like that.” Flynn doesn’t bother refraining himself and is laughing as he puts his arm around Felisha’s shoulder in the car.

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