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Harper
For the rest of my shift, Trent sits in his seat by the window watching me. I can’t wait for the clock to hit five. After tasting his lips, I need to know what the rest of him tastes like. Just a few hours ago I had written him off as an arrogant, loathsome man. But deep down, I always knew I was lying to myself.
Now, all the feelings I’ve been trying to suppress have flooded to the surface. I can’t wipe the smile off my face.
Megan raises an eyebrow as I pass a mug of coffee to a customer. Every drink I’ve made since my lunch break has been perfect. The artwork I’ve been putting in the foam is good enough for Instagram.
I’m heading out back to grab some more lids from the storeroom when she pulls me aside.
“Harper,” she says, but I don’t let her finish her sentence.
“I’m really sorry,” I say, “I know I’ve been kind of off the last few days. The truth is, I’ve been sleeping in my car. My ex-boyfriend was harassing me about some money he thinks I owe him.” The words just spill out of me. I tell her everything, right down to the night I slept at Trent’s house and the envelope he tried giving me and the feeling I’ve been trying to hide.
She pulls me to her and hugs me. “Why didn’t you say something?”
“I didn’t want to be a burden,” I say into her shoulder. “Besides, I’ve only just started. You barely even know me.”
“You’re part of the family now, sweet cheeks. If you have a problem, then I have a problem, okay? I’m happy it’s all worked out well for you, but if anything ever happens in the future, I want you to come to me straight away.”
“Okay,” I say, smiling. It’s good to feel part of a family again. To have people around me who I can trust.
“You promise?”
“I promise.”
“Good.” She claps her hands and takes the lids from me. “Now, there’s only ten minutes left of your shift. Why don’t you run off with that big, hunky guy of yours and have some fun.”
She wiggles her eyebrows and I can’t help but laugh. Megan's great. I know I’m going to really love working here. Even if Trent has a ton of money, I want to have my own place where I can go and feel useful.
“If you’re sure you don’t mind?” I say, not wanting to appear like I’m shirking my responsibilities, especially in my first week.
“Mind?” she scoffs. “Honey, if you don’t go and bonk that man’s brains out right this second, I’ll have to call a psychiatric clinic and have you committed.”
I chuck my apron in my locker and run out front to meet Trent.
“You waited,” I say, falling into his arms.
“I told you I would.” He pecks my lips and steers me towards the door. I love the feeling of having his big, muscular arm wrapped around my waist.
We get in his car and kiss and I run my hand over the hardness in his pants. He groans with pleasure as I massage his thick, firm lump through the expensive, thin cloth.
“Let’s get out of here,” I purr.
He puts the key in the ignition and screeches onto the main road. I expect him to drive all the way back to his house, but he pulls in at a hotel around the corner.
“What’s this?” I ask.
“I can’t wait to get you home. I need you now.” His hand squeezes my breast as his lips caress the skin on my neck. “I booked us the honeymoon sweet.”
“So, I’m Mrs. Parker now?” I grin, loving the way that name sounds. Like music to my ears.
“Not officially,” he growls, “but yes. You’re mine now.”
I follow him into the foyer and then into the elevator. A concierge tries to stop us, but when he sees Trent he just nods his head and smiles, and tells us to have a good stay.
We make out like two drunk teenagers in the elevator. There’s a CCTV camera in the corner, and I’m sure whoever is watching is having a good time. But I don’t care. All I want is to feel Trent’s body close to mine. To feel his cock inside me. Pumping its cum into my pussy.
