The Devil's Aces [h.s . au]

18

HARLEY

I sat cross-legged on top of the comforter of the queen-sized bed with my laptop resting between my knees. I stared at the empty document in front of me, then quickly copied the words I wrote in my notebook. I had one activity and Harry had two.

"How long did you say we are gonna be here?" I asked without looking up.

Harry muttered something to himself.

I looked up from the screen at him, "What was that?"

"I don't know, remember? Griller told me he would contact me when it was safe for us to come back into town." Harry rolled his eyes.

I nodded, "I'm assuming that means you're not allowed to contact him? Something about not being compromised on your secret mission, perhaps?"

Harry laid down on his back and stared at the ceiling. "You watch too many movies, Sweetheart. I'd like to think you working for me for over a month would give you some real insight into what gang life is really like."

I shrugged, "It's not like I really see anything besides the money coming in and out." Sometimes I wished I could see what was going on, where the money was coming from and where it was going. Everything had code names and different meanings. When Harry told me everything I would be doing was legal, well mostly everything; he wasn't lying. That didn't mean that what he was doing to me wasn't wrong.

"Let's keep it that way, shall we? Now let's get back to planning out the next few days. I'm already going mental sitting in this hotel." Harry hissed.

I lifted my laptop off my legs and climbed off the bed, "Scoot over."

Harry raised his eyebrows, "If you wanted to sleep with me you could have just asked last night."

I kept one hand gripping my computer tightly, but used my free hand to punch Harry's chest, "I'm not trying to sleep with you, you imbecile. I know it's hard for someone with an ego the size of yours to understand, but not everyone is trying to get in your pants. I'm trying to let you see the computer screen so you can find activities. I don't need to be stuck in California with a mental gang member."

Harry sat up and moved to the other side of the bed wordlessly. Before I sat down he reached behind me and stole a pillow from my bed and placed it in between us.

"Unnecessary, but appreciated." I smiled at him as I sat down. We adjusted for a couple of seconds, trying to get comfortable. Once we could both see the computer screen I went to Trip Advisor. "I'm sure we'll be able to find at least one thing here."

We scrolled through touristy activities and local favorites, nothing seemed to spark Harry's interest. I was beginning to wonder if he ever had fun. There were lots of boat rides, city tours, and romantic getaway excursions that didn't really seem our style. I was hoping for more family-friendly activities, the less intimate the better. I was already doing everything I could to avoid the sexual attraction I felt towards him.

Harry took control of scrolling after a while, claiming I was too slow. The pop-up ads on the side caught my eye. "Holy shit, it's October isn't it?"

Harry jumped at the volume of my voice, "God Damn it, Vance. Did you really need the shout right in my ear?"

I sat up and shifted so I was facing Harry, "Sorry, sorry. It's just that it's baseball season. The Padres must have a home game soon, if not we are driving to LA to see the Dodgers play."

"You wanna go to a baseball game?" Harry asked with a disgusted tone.

"You wanna go to a baseball game?" I spoke in a mocking deep British accent.