Page 67 of My Totally Unfair Deal

A shiver skates down my spine.

He cups my jaw and gently turns my face toward his.

“I don’t share,” he says.

“So?” I lift a brow. “I’m not yours.”

“Not yet.”

And then he kisses me—slow, possessive, and completely unbothered by the twenty people watching us from behind champagne glasses.

When he pulls back, I’m breathless.

“Next time someone flirts with you,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing my lower lip, “at least wait until I’m not in the room.”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

THIRTY-THREE

HARRISON

The Night Before the Conference

Eliza is curled up against my chest.

Hair fanned across me, lips parted just slightly, her breathing soft and steady. In sleep, Eliza looks nothing like the woman she’s become over the past few weeks—the sharp-tongued, stubborn-as-hell force I didn’t see coming. She looks…gentle. And for the first time in a long damn while, my space doesn’t feel so cold.

I’m going to miss this...

I’d never admit it out loud, but the idea of waking up without her weeks from now makes my chest ache.

“Why aren’t you sleeping?” she murmurs, eyes still half-closed.

“Because someone hogged the entire blanket and left me to freeze to death.”

She smiles lazily. “Liar.”

I lean down and kiss her temple. “Worry about your own sleep, Miss Hart.”

“Mmm.” She shifts onto her back, blinking at the ceiling. “I can’t stop thinking about tomorrow. What if someone sees through it?”

“Sees through what?”

“My elite-person cosplay.” She sighs. “What if they know I’m just pretending to belong?”

I brush a strand of hair off her face. “They won’t.”

“Because you trained me well?”

“No,” I say. “Because you’ll fit in better than most of them.”

She turns her head toward me, her eyes darker in the moonlight. “I look like a woman you’d stop everything for now, right?”

“No.” I pause—because I don’t want to give her a half-truth. I want to give her the whole damn thing.

“You were already that woman,” I say, my voice low, “the day we first met.”

THIRTY-FOUR

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