Page 66 of My Totally Unfair Deal

I tilt my head. “Like what?”

“Like you could break me in half if I said the wrong thing.”

He’s not wrong.

We flirt. He brushes my elbow when he laughs, watches my mouth when I speak. But even with his charm, I feel it—that heavy stare from across the terrace.

Hotter than the rooftop fire pit beside us.

I don’t need to look to know it’s Harrison.

Still, I keep talking.

“Can I be honest?” Flynn asks, stepping a little closer. “You don’t belong in rooms like this.”

I raise a brow. “Excuse me?”

He smirks. “It’s a compliment. You’re real. These people?” He gestures with his drink. “They’re all glass.”

“And what am I?”

“Fire.”

Before I can respond, a familiar voice cuts in—low, smooth, and unmistakably territorial.

“She’s also taken.”

Harrison appears at my side like a shadow. Like he was summoned by the heat between us.

Flynn blinks. “Oh—sorry, man. I didn’t know.”

Harrison doesn’t correct him.

“I was just telling Eliza she doesn’t belong in rooms like this,” Flynn adds with a chuckle.

Harrison’s smile doesn’t reach his eyes. “Funny. I was just thinking she’s the only reason I came.”

He turns to me, voice pitched low enough for my ears only. “You seemed busy.”

“I was,” I whisper. “You were watching?”

“From the second he handed you that drink.”

I take a slow sip. “You jealous?”

His gaze drops to my mouth. “Violently.”

Flynn clears his throat and steps back. “I’ll, uh… let you two talk.”

He walks off—thankfully without trying to reclaim the tension.

Harrison closes the space between us, his hand ghosting along the small of my back.

“You looked like you were enjoying yourself,” he murmurs. “Almost too much.”

“I was practicing my charm.”

“Oh, sweetheart.” He leans in, his breath brushing my ear. “If that was charm, you just weaponized it.”

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