Page 149 of I See You

But she was more pissed at herself than anything.

How did she let him get that close? How could she be so stupid? She broke her own fucking rule—don’t fuck your clients—and now she couldn’t even look at herself without thinking about the way he moaned in her ear, the way he stroked her like he knew her body better than she did. She blamed no one but herself for crossing that line. She thought maybe he’d call, explain why he left in the middle of the night like a ghost, but no. Not a damn word.

And now she was sitting behind her desk after her first session of the day, pretending like she wasn’t still replaying how his tongue felt on her clit or how she damn near cried when he kissed her after. Her mind was fucked, and her body was worse. Every flashback made her wetter. Every thought of his voice, his laugh, his fucking smirk had her squirming in her chair.

She’d already dipped into her private bathroom three times to clean up because she couldn’t stop leaking for him. It got so bad,she finally ripped her panties off and tossed them. Now she wasfree-balling in her black slacks, no barrier between her and the ache between her thighs.

She sat there clenched, jaw tight, heart tight, pussy throbbing— and hated it.

Hated how her body still reacted to his touch. Hated that she gave in. Hated that she fucking missed him.

As she sat in her office, eyes skimming over case files and patient notes, her desk phone rang, flashing Micah on the caller ID. Without looking up, Sevyn pressed speaker. “Sevyn, you have a Harper Gaines here to see you,” Micah’s voice came through clear, and just like that, Sevyn’s stomach dropped.

She knew Harper was coming. Harper asked if they could eat lunch together in her office. But knowing didn’t stop the nerves from hitting hard, not after Sevyn spent the entire night before fucking her cousin. Her client. The same man Harper trusted her to help.

“You can send her in,” Sevyn said calmly before hanging up, taking a deep breath and pushing the guilt down like she had all morning. It was just lunch. As long as Harper didn’t bring up Hassan, she could make it through without giving herself away.

A knock came seconds later, then Harper walked in holding a bag of Chinese food and her usual fire.

“Hey, bitch!” Harper hyped, making Sevyn laugh. The tension in her chest lifted instantly just being in her presence.

“Hey, boo!” Sevyn smiled as they hugged, then made their wayto the couch. Harper handed her a container of fried rice and orange chicken while she cracked open her own—lo mein noodles and the same chicken.

“You been busy today?” Harper asked, glancing around the soft- lit space.

“Not really. Just two sessions. Already knocked one out, and the other’s after lunch.”

Harper nodded. “You?”

“Nothing major. Just gotta train your new friend after this.” She rolled her eyes.

Sevyn smirked. “Still giving Xavier a hard time?”

“Ain’t nobody giving his ass a hard time,” Harper said, stabbing a piece of chicken. “If he spent more time lifting weights than flirting, we could wrap in ninety minutes instead of two hours.”

“Just go on one date with him. See if you like him or not. Clearly, he’s not taking no for an answer.”

“I’ll think about it,” Harper said, avoiding Sevyn’s eyes as she twirled her noodles.

Sevyn nodded, satisfied. At least she didn’t say no this time. She honestly thought it might do Harper some good to date—or hell, just entertain a man. Harper never talked about dudes. Not in passing, not in gossip, not even in a “he fine” kind of way. And that shit worried Sevyn sometimes.

She’d even considered the idea that Harper might like girls. But she didn’t give off that vibe either. She never talked about women romantically,neverlookedtwiceatanyonemaleorfemale.Itwas likeHarper lived, breathed, and bled her gym, and left zero space for anything else.

And Sevyn couldn’t help but wonder why.

"I'm really tired of you trying to play matchmaker," Harper said with a chuckle, but the edge behind it wasn’t lost on Sevyn.

"I'm not trying to play matchmaker. I just want to see you happy and in love with someone. The only thing you're in love with is your gym," Sevyn teased, a soft grin on her face.

"My gym doesn’t hurt, cheat, or take advantage of me," Harper shot back—sharper than she meant. Sevyn’s smile faded, her eyes softening.

"Every man doesn’t do those things," Sevyn countered gently.

Harper rolled her eyes. "Well, when the first man to ever supposed to love you does it, you don't give other niggas a pass."

Sevyn knew exactly who she was talking about. She treaded lightly. "You know you can talk to me, right? You’ve been a little distant emotionally since you called about your father showing up at the hospital."

Harper let out a slow breath. She knew there was no escaping Sevyn. That’s the thing about her—she made you feel like spilling your guts was a relief instead of a burden.

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