Page 42 of Knot Only His

He smiles. “Yes, and yes. I’ve actually had an interview for the perfect position. I’m waiting for a reply.”

“Wow. That is great news.”

I keep asking him questions. About football, finance, and anything I-don’t-fucking-care related. Luckily, he runs out of steam just as the food turns up, and he finally stops talking.

I never really wanted small talk. I wanted a drink, chemistry, and someone to have sex with.

I take a sip of my wine. At least it looks like I’m getting one out of the three.

My phone chimes again.

Harry gives me a look that says, don’t you dare answer.

But fuck you, Harry. I do what I want.

I smirk as I pull my cell from my pocket and turn it over. My mouth turns upwards at the edges, seeing it is from Carver. I want to laugh out loud.

Carver: We still need to talk about you leaving New York.

Luckily, Harry is too busy stuffing his face, and my thumbs are quick over the keys as I type.

Me: You are so right. But I could hardly stay. You know I’ve been gone for a few weeks now.

Three dots appear.

Carver: Where are you, Harlow?

Me: At a bar, Carver.

Carver: And where is the bar?

Me: Like I told you. In LA. Why?

Carver: Because I can’t find you.

Me: I didn’t know you were looking for me.

A throat clears, my eyes flick from my cell to Harry, who tilts his head to one side and says, “It’s fucking rude to text someone else when you’re on a date.”

“Sorry, let me send this last one.”

Me: Sorry Carver, can’t speak as I’m on a date, and he isn’t happy with me for not giving him my full and undivided attention.

I smile as I lay the cell face down on the table and pick up a French fry.

My cell dings.

“Don’t answer it,” Harry hisses, annoyance etched across his face.

I ignore him and turn my phone over.

Carver: You’re on a fucking date?

Harry leans over the table and reads the last message. “Who is that?”

Red flags have filled the bar as I narrow my eyes and stare at a man I’ve known for all of forty-five minutes. “That’s none of your business.”

Harry quietly seethes in front of me. His chest heaves, but it’s when my cell chimes again that I think he is going to explode.

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