The VIRGIN STRIPPER

45

****Dave Morgan****
I looked at the pictures one more time and sighed. Pinching my brows in confusion I tried to draw back and think if there was a time when Lisa had mentioned being in a relationship with Harris but I came up short.

"Ask Mr. Bourne to reschedule the meeting," I told Lilly, my new secretary and nodded for her to leave.

"Okay sir." She replied as she rushed out of the room.

Did he seriously introduce Lisa to Melissa? The last person he had done so was with Ella and he had been damn sure he was going to marry her.

What the fuck was happening?

In a rush of desperation, I took out my phone to dial the only contact I had been itching to ever since Lilly dropped off the photos.

But just as the previous innumerable amounts of time I'd tried, I gave up.

She deserved peace.

Coward.

Groaning at my pathetic inabilities, I quickly turned back to my laptop and typed out the emails that needed to be dealt with urgently but somehow my eyes slowly wandered back to the pictures.

These would be in a magazine the next day. and then people would know her. And it would-

"You work a lot," Harris said closing the door behind him.

Turning the pictures upside down, I rose my eyes to him. We were supposed to meet around this time.

Wait, was it already nine?

"How's she?" I asked.

"Who?" The urgency in my voice seemed to have confused him for a moment.

"Lisa," I stated her name while carefully studying his posture. I needed to know if he was in love with her 'cause I was not having a darn repeat of what had happened with Ella.

The first might have broken him but this was going to leave me shattered for some weird twisted reason.

If he was in love with her...

Please don't be in love with her...

"She's... Uuummh... Fine," he told me hesitantly.

"Do you have feelings for her?" I asked quietly, dreading the answer.

"Seriously?" He scoffed, a bit taken aback by my bluntness but offended nonetheless.

"You have feelings for her," I concluded calmly and Harris looked at anything but me. "Does she know?"

"She has a boyfriend." Harris replied in a sullen tone and I grimaced at the memory of the golden campus boy that called her his.

"I shouldn't have asked that," I tried to play off my madman aggression, "it's your business not mine."

"Mmmh," he hummed and sat on the couch near my window, "when is Gr-"

"Hi handsomes?" Grace sang as she walked into the room, efficiently cutting Harris off. "Your dad is an arse,"she complained taking a seat further from Harris. "I will probably be jobless in our next meeting," she promised and we both laughed.

Patience wasn't really a virtue for her. Nor tolerance.

"Don't worry, I'll buy you a few drinks to cheer you up." I promised her before closing my laptop and arranging my papers ready to call it a day.

"You-!" Harris was cut off by the ringing of his phone.

His brows knitted together as he glanced at the screen before picking it up. "Anna," he called but his face quickly changed into alarm after the other person on the line spoke. "Ell-" he was cut off by rapid talking on the other side, "Ella, lis-" again he was cut off but Grace and I both shared a look as if to ask the same thing.