Page 229 of Enemies

Harrison’s gaze finds mine.

If Leni knew that her boss had jerked off to me upstairs…

“To be fair,” I say, the whisky heating my stomach, “it probably looked as if you were marching me here to chew me out. Which is apparently what’s happening.”

“There’s a car for you out front,” Harrison says.

My breath hitches. He’s sending me away? I told him to back off, but after what happened upstairs, it feels like a slap in the face.

Without a word, I turn to leave.

I make my way through the halls and out to the parking lot. A sleek, black limo is waiting. I get in, and the car pulls away. I half expect it to circle the block and return for Harrison or do some other covert maneuver. But I’m disappointed when it continues straight down the road.

A few minutes later, it turns the opposite direction of my hotel.

“Excuse me, where are we going?”

The man doesn’t answer.

Nerves dial up, and I pull out my phone to call Harrison. But before the ringtone sounds, I realize where we’re headed.

The car parks at the beach, and I get out. The familiar sound of waves crashing along the shore greets me. I scan the nearly empty parking area for Harrison’s car, the knot in my chest loosening when I spot it.

He’s already there.

On the beach.

I take off my shoes at the edge of the beach and walk to him, the sand slipping between my toes. He meets me halfway. He’s barefoot, his waistcoat unbuttoned. The breeze blows his hair, and his eyes glow like blue coals in the dark.

I spot a piece of confetti stuck to his jacket sleeve.

“Classy,” I murmur as I pick it off.

I barely have time to look back up before he drags me against his hard body.

“I know you went to see Mischa. Again.”

I drop the shoes and my bag to fold my arms in the little space between us. “And I know you fucked your hand until you popped like a bottle of Dom at a bachelorette in the middle of Debajo. So, we all have secrets.”

He shakes me hard, anger and fear clouding another emotion in his eyes. “I’m tempted to tie you to my damn bed just to keep you safe.”

We’re so close that his lips rub across mine when he bites out the words.

“Is that the only reason?” I murmur.

He hauls my lips to his. It’s possessive and desperate, and I want to fight him, but not as much as I want to hold him close.

He backs me across the sand. His hands cup my face, the initial demand giving in to something earnest and full of longing. I jerk in surprise when my heels hit the water and the waves lick at my ankles.

He pulls back an inch. His eyes are as deep as the sea, every bit as tortured. “I won’t let you pretend this is all I want from you.”

I swallow, my heart racing as I grip his wrists. “What do you want?”

“That first night I arrived,” he mutters, his voice oddly rough, “I didn’t ask Sebastian if he fucked you. I asked him if he loved you.”

Shock slams into me, tickling starting deep in my stomach like the tickling from the waves against my legs as he continues.

“I couldn’t bear the idea. When I saw the photo of you two at the event, it destroyed me. I tried to tell myself I would stay away if he was what you wanted.”

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