Analia Valentine, daughter of fashion designer Eleonor Valentine and younger sister to Pricilla Valentine, has her whole life planned out for her. A man her mother is setting her up to be engaged to, the future owner of her mother's clothing line, a...
I bit my lip while smiling lightly as I saw the look on his face show genuine happiness.
"But.."
That caused Harry's expression to fall into one of confusion.
".. tell me something first Harry. How long have you been waiting for this to happen? Since that day you invited me for coffee?"
For once, his smile didn't have any deviousness to it, it was a genuine and happy smile.
"I knew you remembered that day. Did it leave its mark on you as it did in me Analia?"
"Well yeah... I mean maybe. I still die of embarrassment whenever the memory pops into my head because of what my mother said to you"
"Ah yes, that you were 'saved' for that preppy dickhead? I didn't take offense because I knew you'd find your way back to me in the end. Now..."
Harry caused a squeal to leave my lips as he flipped us over, pinning my hands above my head at the wrist as he just stared down at me.
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"Are you up for a challenge fashion princess? Or is that asking too much of you? Afraid to get your hands dirty?"
Something about those words, the way his accent swirled around them, they made my thighs clench right underneath him and I know he could feel them.
They should have made me angry with the way he was using my lifestyle against me but I was so turned on by how he was staring down at me and his scent that I don't give a shît that he was insulting me.
His smirk was the confirmation that I needed that he indeed did feel my moment of weakness.
Damn you thighs.
"I'll take that as a yes then fashion princess. Keep your hands up here until I tell you that you can touch me, got it?"
I nodded but that only caused Harry to shake his head.
"Words fashion princess. I won't do anything unless you use your voice to say your desires"
"Yes Harry, I got it"
"I don't think you do, but I'll let it slide this time. Behave yourself and I promise you'll feel real good"
He removed his hand from my wrists then slowly ran his fingertips down my entire body, making me bring my bottom lip right in between my teeth.
I swear I almost let out a moan just from feeling his touch.
Not good.
He eventually reached the bottom of my nightgown only to start lifting the material up my legs.
My lace panties were revealed to his eyes and I could've sworn I saw him start to drool a little bit.
