Page 26 of My Totally Unfair Deal

But the words die in my throat.

She looks like she stepped out of a red carpet event.

Perfect white dress. Glittering red heels. Not a single strand of her straightened blonde hair out of place.

Her lips are slicked in a glossy rose that somehow makes her diamond earrings look even brighter.

“Seriously, Harrison?” she scoffs, arms crossed. “You leftmefor…that?”

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” The words fly from my mouth as I step closer. “You could’ve at least said hello first. Even I know that. And maybe if you had, you’d know I’mnothis new girlfriend—and he didn’t leave you for me. But hedidleave you, clearly for a good reason.”

Her jaw drops.

Harrison clears his throat. “Please leave my condo, Kristin. I didn’t invite you, and Eliza has a point. I left you for a reason—a very good one.”

“Okay, fine. Sorry.” She holds up her hands in mock surrender. “I assumed things. But I really do need to talk to you aboutus.Please.”

“No.” His hand stays firm on the door. “Just leave.”

She doesn’t budge.

“Don’t make me ask again, Kristin.” His tone sharpens, ice cold.

“You haven’t asked me anything.” Her voice is colder. “You’ll listen to me, andthenI’ll consider leaving…”

“Okay.” He pulls his phone from his pocket, tapping the screen. “You have five seconds before I call security.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

The look on his face says otherwise.

“Well, then.” She slings a designer bag over her shoulder and brushes past him. “Wewilltalk, whether you like it or not. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“Please don’t.”

The door slams shut behind her.

Then, as if she never existed, Harrison strolls toward the room across from mine.

“Give me five minutes to make a call,” he says. “Then I’ll give you a tour.”

“Oh my god…” I bite back a gasp as Harrison shows me into a bathroom that’s five times the size of my bedroom back home.

A massive shower anchors the center, with a tub big enough to seat five.

The tile sparkles beneath shimmering chandeliers.

“This one’s mine,” he says with a smile. “But you can use it when I’m here.”

“I’d never shower in front of you.”

“You’d have to go through my office to get in here, and I keep it locked,” he replies. “That’s why. I wouldn’t watch without an invitation.”

“You won’t get one.”

He laughs and leads me down a hallway lined with bookshelves.

He flips a light switch, revealing a bedroom with another breathtaking view of the city.

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