Page 51 of My Totally Unfair Deal

I arch a brow.

“Good because you’re improving. Bad because eventually, a lot of other men will see what I’ve seen from day one.”

He clears his throat and shifts gears before I can respond.

“Your brother called me this morning in a panic,” he says. “Well, his version of panicking.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Something about Carrington Farms being added to the attendees list.” He picks up his phone, taps a few times, then shows me the screen. “Do you know this woman?”

My heart drops.

“Yeah…” I nod. “That’s Harper Sage, Jackson’s ex-girlfriend. Her family built a farm resort a few years ago, and they’ve gotten popular way faster than us.”

“Is your brother wrong to worry?”

“She’s had a personal vendetta against him ever since the breakup, so… no. I hate-follow her on social media. Her soloaccount has over a million followers compared to our farm’s fourteen thousand.”

“As long as you focus on what you’re doing and don’t get distracted by her, you’ll walk away from that conference with the highest number of deals.”

I nod, even though the surge of confidence I’ve been building doesn’t feel nearly enough to compete with someone like Harper Sage.

Harrison tucks his phone away and glances at the card on the counter—the audiobook title front and center. I brace myself.

“When’s the last time you had great sex?” he asks.

“What?” I feel the heat creep up my neck. “You can’t just ask me that.”

“I just did.” He flips the card over to reveal chapter titles I haven’t reached yet. “Tell me the last time you had great sex.”

“It was in college.”

“What made it great?”

“My boyfriend said it was?—”

“I meantfor you.”

“Oh. I guess… being that close to someone, feeling like I could be naked and intimate without judgment.”

“What about high school?”

“My brothers ran off any guy who got too close,” I say. “Lance more than Jackson. I didn’t even have the chance to think about sex until college.”

“When’s the last time you had any sex?”

“That’s none of your business.” I cross my arms. “It has nothing to do with everything.”

“It does.” His smile is slow. Dangerous. “Tell me.”

“No. I’ll finish the damn audiobook, okay?”

“Eliza…” He leans closer. “When’s the last time you had sex?”

I stand to walk away, but before I can take a step, he grabs my waist and lifts me effortlessly onto the bar.

“You don’t get to run from this.” His voice drops. “Not tonight.”

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