Page 35 of Crave: A Reverse Harem Romance

She looked surprised. “About myself?”

“Yeah, you know, tell me… who is Harlow?”

“Oh… I don’t know. I’m pretty unremarkable. I mostly just sit at home, do my work, and keep to myself.”

I had to laugh. “Keep to yourself, huh? That’s certainly not what I’ve seen of you.”

She began to blush. “Oh, well, um… to be frank, you’ve seen a very different side of myself than I usually show. In fact, you’ve seen a side of me I didn’t even know existed.”

“Well, I’m glad it does exist. Because it’s damn hot.”

She blushed again but didn’t say a word.

“I’m sorry, am I speaking out of turn?” I asked her.

“No, not at all. I don’t mind.”

Good, that was a good sign. Maybe she wasn’t too shaken up by tonight, after all.

“So, what kind of work do you do?” I asked her, hoping to keep the conversation going.

I wasn’t just talking to pass the time. I wasn’t even really flirting—not yet, anyway. For now, I was generally interested in knowing a little more about her. What did she do? Who was this mysterious, hot woman? I wanted to know anything and everything she felt like sharing.

“I’m a romance writer, actually.”

I couldn’t hide my surprise. “A romance writer? Really?”

“Yeah.” She nodded.

“Excuse me for being crass, but are there, uh… any steamy scenes in these romance books?”

She smiled. “Actually, there are.”

“And, uh, where do you get the inspiration for these scenes?” I leaned back against the door as I looked at her.

“Well, you know… all sorts of places,” she said. “But I guess most often… I get them from my own experiences. The encounters I actually have myself.”

I grinned. “Sounds intriguing. I’d love to read some sometime.”

“Oh, I don’t know…” she muttered. “I don’t really share my stories with anyone I know in real life. It’s just kind of embarrassing.”

I reached my hand to her knee and set it down gently. “You couldn’t make an exception?”

“Well… maybe, if you promise not to judge.”

“I think you’ll find, Harlow, I’m not a very judgmental person.”

She laughed. “I find that a little hard to believe.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Yeah? Why is that?”

She motioned around the car. “Look at this! This is the ride you take to work? I mean… you’ve got to be the richest man I’ve ever met. And I thought your brother’s Maserati was crazy!”

“Axel and I have different taste in some things,” I said, shrugging before letting my eyes quickly roam over her body. “But sometimes we like exactly the same thing.”

She knew what I meant. “But I’m probably the least flashy person you’ve ever met, and you’re loaded beyond belief.”

“And that makes me judgmental?” I asked.

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