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Grinning, I grabbed my very presumptuous overnight bag and headed out the door.

Chapter 13

Kat

So, he was going to be early, was he? That still gave me more than enough time to get ready. I paced my apartment, unsure of what to do with myself until then. I’d already picked my outfit, my makeup wouldn’t take long, and I’d yet to get notes back from Jamie. I frowned. What was taking him so long? This was significant news in the archaeology space . . . so why was he sitting on it? I sent him a quick text.

Me: Will you have feedback next week? I’d like to get this wrapped up.

Jamie: I’m trying to substantiate his claim.

My eyes went wide as I realized he was questioning the reliability of my source.

Me: What the hell are you talking about? It came from Harrison himself.

Jamie: Who’s to say he’s not just trying to be relevant again?

My mouth dropped open this time. What reason did Jamie have to suspect Harrison was lying? I shook my head. Could he be? Somehow, I didn’t think so. It’s not like it wouldn’t be disproven later if he was lying, so what would even be the point? A big deal like this should be easy to confirm, unless someone was still trying to keep it under wraps for some reason. Pursing my lips, I wondered why I wasn’t consulted about this before now. I turned my phone over in my hand, contemplating my next move. This was my story. So help me . . . I was going to be the one to break it. Jamie wasn’t going to block it if I had anything to say about it.

Ever since I’d pitched this story, he seemed off. I would substantiate it myself. All I needed was the company sponsoring the reunion to give a quote. Surely, Harrison could give me that information. But would he? I didn’t see why not. This whole thing could have been resolved already if Jamie hadn’t sat on the story. Grinding my teeth, I decided I would get that information immediately upon Harrison’s arrival. We needed to get that out of the way, and then we could enjoy our evening.

I owed Emma pictures, and a play-by-play of the show and Ashton Olsson. She had an even bigger crush on him than I had. That only changed earlier this week. Now, all I wanted to fantasize about was Harrison—and with good reason. Taking a deep breath, I got ready for my date.

Grabbing my red halter-neck dress, I paired it with some blue-suede-shoe earrings Emma had insisted I wear after I promised profusely to return them. They were so cute dangling from my ears, and I suddenly wished I could keep them, but I knew she’d kill me. I was already seeing her Elvis-impersonator crush without her; stealing her earrings also would be completely unforgivable.

A knock came on my door just as I finished applying my mascara. I swallowed, my heart racing with the realization Harrison was here, at my door, after so much anticipation. Standing, I smoothed my hands down my dress and made my way across to the entrance. As I flung it open, I took in his handsome form. Dark jeans hugged his muscular thighs, practically making my mouth water as my eyes traveled up and over his wide chest under his blue button-down shirt, a hint of skin peeking out since the top two buttons were still open. My gaze continued the journey up and over his handsome face graced with just enough stubble, to lock on those hazel eyes before they flicked down my body. I shivered under his scrutiny as his eyes locked back on mine.

“Hi,” he said, his chest heaving. “You look incredible.” Leaning toward me, Harrison continued. “Good enough to eat.”

My cheeks heated immediately, and he captured my lips with his, planting a kiss that seared me all the way to my black-heeled toes. His hands grabbed my hips, pulling me against the line of his body. As he hardened, I moaned, wanting nothing more than to grind against him. Instead, I pulled back, knowing it would wrinkle my dress.

“Well, hello to you too,” I said, the words coming out between gasps. It was then I noticed the bag slung over his shoulder, the implication clear. “Where do you think that’s going?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

He shrugged. “I was hoping maybe an Elvis groupie wouldn’t mind putting me up for the night. Know anyone?”

I smirked. “Perhaps.”

Harrison hummed. “Guess I’ll need to make a friend at the concert then.”

Grabbing his bicep, which was bulging enough to elicit all sorts of naughty thoughts about how hard I would grip them later, I pulled him into my apartment. “Get your sexy ass in here.” Closing the door behind him, I pushed him against it as he let his bag slide down his arm and crash to the floor.

Harrison smirked. “You sure seem to enjoy pushing me against walls.”

“Are you really complaining?” I asked, pushing my knee between his thighs and leaning into his already hard cock.

He grinned. “I missed you.” Grabbing my ass, he pulled me against him. “If I didn’t know better, I’d ask if we could skip the concert and stay in. There are all manners of filthy things I would love to do to your body.”

I ran my hands up his arms. “As good as that sounds, my sister is already jealous. If I don’t go, it would be way worse. She’d never forgive me for squandering the opportunity.”

Taking a deep breath, he nodded. “Okay, but we do have time for this.” Harrison dropped to his knees, grabbing the hem of my dress.

My breath hitched. “What are you doing?”

His hands caressed over my thighs, his fingers slipping under my underwear where it met my legs. “I’m going to taste you so all evening it’ll linger on my tongue.” Harrison leaned forward to press his lips against my underwear, and he hummed, making my legs tremble as the sensation vibrated my clit.

“Oh shit,” I said, bracing myself on his shoulders as he moved my underwear aside.

“I’ve been thinking about this all week.” Harrison ran his tongue along my slit before plunging it between my folds, then flicking it over my clit.

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