Page 27 of My Totally Unfair Deal

A California king bed draped in soft gray sheets. White pillows.

Another bathroom—less flashy, but still nicer than anything I’ve ever had.

“Whenever you need to sleep…” He grabs a remote and the drapes glide down slowly.

“My housekeeper comes on Sundays and Thursdays to handle laundry and bedding,” he adds. “But if you want privacy, there’s aDo Not Disturbhanger on the back of your door.”

“Noted.”

He shows me the kitchen, the parlor rooms—each one more stunning than the last.

And yet, there’s not a single family photo anywhere.

The place is beautiful, but cold.

When we return to the living room, Harold is setting our luggage neatly by the wall and handing Harrison a gray Versace bag.

“They said they brought this over a day early because you’re their favorite customer,” he says.

“Goodnight.” He gives me a warm smile. “See you two tomorrow.”

Harrison pulls a box from the bag and hands it to me.

“You’re welcome,” he says, flipping the lid off to reveal a pair of sparkling pink stilettos.

“After you settle in, show me how you’d walk in those.”

“Why not now?”

“Because I need to break up how much time I spend with you in a day.”

“You’re just as rude as your ex,” I say. “Maybe youshould’vestayed together.”

“My ex didn’t make me feel the need to take a cold shower every fifteen minutes.” His gaze sweeps over me. “See you later.”

THIRTEEN

HARRISON

The American Agricultural & Sustainability Summit website is filled with more pictures of people in suits that people on farms. And sadly, most of the images features those who look like they negotiate with the exact kind of people in my family.

Go figure.

I’m halfway through a video of last year’s top deal winner—a guy in a Tom Ford suit and a cornstalk brooch—when there’s a knock at my door.

Eliza.

“Is something wrong?” I ask.

“Yes.” She bites her bottom lip, and my cock stirs instantly.

Great. Another cold shower it is.

“I picked up the wrong suitcase at the airport,” she says, rolling it past me. “None of this stuff is mine.”

She unzips it, revealing a stack of Hawaiian shirts and flip-flops.

“I packed some really personal stuff in mine.” Her voice edges toward panic. “What if the person just throws all my things away?”

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