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Strap on your seatbelts as you ride along this riveting romance through the eyes of Ronnie and Harper, our two heroines that are determined to defy the odds thrown at them.
One possessive, bold pilot. One sweet, flirty heir...
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HARPER
Neon strobing lights cut through the dark club, making me squint my eyes just to see my colleagues across from me clearly. I still heard their laughter even with the blasting music, too sober to find their hundredth dad joke funny.
"Another round of shots, babes!" Diana from marketing announced loudly in her high, squeaky voice, just coming back from the bar, holding a tray lined with filled-to-the-brim shot glasses. I wondered how she could even carry that thing when she was as drunk as a skunk.
After more whoops and applause from our booth, another voice broke through.
"Hey, hey, hey, get this. Why does spiderman's calendar only have 11 months in it?" He paused for effect as our drunken workmates waited for the punchline. "Because he lost May!"
I shut my eyes close for a second, taking a deep, calming breath through my nose. Oh god, why did I agree to this again?
From my slouched position in a corner of this circular booth, I saw Sarah busting a move on the dance floor after giving up on begging me to join them and some of the other employees for margaritas.
Dying of boredom in a sweaty, second-rate club was most definitely not how I thought I'd be spending my Friday night after the longest work-week of my life. I had to pay for a 'VIP' booth for the group to avoid being suffocated to death on one of the standard tables near the dancefloor. Calling the round, eight-seater booth in the far corner of this single-floor establishment the 'VIP section' was a stretch that would go on for miles, but Sarah's group of work friends didn't seem to mind. They thanked me even— for overpaying for this not-so secluded spot or for covering the bill for tonight, I wasn't sure which. Probably both.
"Harper, come on! Loosen up and dance with me," Sarah pleaded with me again after returning to our table. Looking at her, then at everyone else we were with, I noticed that I was the only one still in office clothing. They must have brought those with them to work 'cause there's no way their sparkly and skimpy outfits fit KI's business casual attire requirements.
Hooking her arm around mine, she pulled me up from my seat and dragged me to the middle of the dancefloor. With Slow Down by Selena Gomez blaring through the speakers, Sarah danced around me, encouraging me to do so too, while I stood there immobile.
"I'm too sober for this Sar!" The music was so loud that I had to practically yell in her ear.
"I know! So let's fix that." She then proceeded to drag me towards the bar, her right hand raised to gesture the bartender for 2 drinks.
"Hey Sar, I— I can't." I turned to the bartender. "Just one, please. Thank you."
"You're noooo funnnnn," Sarah whined, but thankfully didn't push.
I smiled apologetically. I knew she was only trying to get me to have fun after a specifically stressful week at work, but Sarah was the only person in here that I trusted and she was already halfway drunk.
