Page 11 of Privileged Love: A BWWM Romance

Liam

“Did you hear anything I said?” Harper asks.

I blink. "No, I apologize." I haven't been able to think straight since the elevator closed behind her and now here she is. She appears relaxed this time.

“What part did you miss?”

“All of it.” I’m ashamed to admit. “I can’t seem to focus with you around. Please give me the highlights.” I lean forward commanding my ears to listen.

“I need to lease a plane. So instead of giving me a fast no, can you tell me what you need to reconsider?”

"I need you to help me organize a roundtable." I thought about it earlier, and it would solve two pressing issues. One, I need a planner, and two, I want Harper Price at my side. The woman that has my heart screaming mine.

“You want to hire us?”

“No, I want to hire you.” Her eyes round and her kissable lips press together. She’s not saying no, which means she’s considering my request. I thought about my pushy offer earlier and realize I need to take Glenda’s advice. Hiring Harper will give us a chance to get to know each other.

“So, if I help you plan this roundtable, you’ll consider leasing a jet to us?”

“I’ll consider it. But you have to pull it off.”

“What makes you think I can do it?”

"Can you do it, Harper?" I search the depths of her eyes seeing determination. Earlier she fumbled but she came back, and that says a lot about her.

“Yes. Granted, I haven’t organized a roundtable before. You’ll have to be patient, I’m sure. Can you do that, Liam?”

“What happened to Mr. Walsh?”

"It went out the moment you called me Harper." Her slow smile is sexy as hell, and for a second I wonder if I've lost my mind. How am I going to work with her here?

“I can do it. You’ll need to work here with Glenda to get caught up. The roundtable is scheduled less than six months away. Expect long hours. Is it a deal?”

“I’m off the market, Liam.” Her back is stiff, closed off. But her eyes hold the same sparks from earlier.

“Are you married?”

“No.”

“Dating anyone?” I smile.

“No.”

“That’s good to know.”

“The answer is still no.” Her tone is airy and low. “I’m not here to apply for a job. I’m here about leasing a plane.”

“Right. My planes, my terms.” I sit back letting my words sink in. I need the luck in my Irish blood to get this woman to see what I see. “And I’ll sweeten the pot for you. When you accept, I’ll grant you three wishes.”

“Three wishes for planning this roundtable of yours?” I hear the slight quiver in her voice. “What if I want to reserve a plane exclusively for Platinum Prestige for a year?” There you go, Harper. I love the challenge in her tone.

“I’d grant your request.”

“Why, Liam?”

I search her eyes wishing I had a better answer than my gut is telling me to do it, or that my mother told me one day I’d find her. I find it ironic that I’m nearly begging Harper to take the job that my canned planners begged to keep. So to keep from coming across as an arrogant ass, I say, "I'm still trying to figure it out."

“Are you always so impulsive?” Her eyes squint as if suspicious.

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