CLANDESTINE | HS |

FOUR

Harry

Bon Appetit.

Enjoy your meal.

Sitting in a meeting, the end of my pen that I can't stop fidgeting with hits the stack of papers in front of me, pretending to listen is the easiest thing in the world just as long as nobody asks me any questions.

Bon Appetit.

Enjoy your meal.

No, I can't focus on this meeting.

The only thing I can focus on is the only thing I don't need to focus on.

Bon Appetit.

Dark ink on her skin, the cheeky phrase right there on her ass.

It's been a week since I found out what the woman I'd been daydreaming about felt like. A week since I slipped out of her apartment before the sun even came up.

Never in my life have I had such good sex... Over and over and over.

Around four and after a post sex grilled cheese, Logan fell asleep on the couch and I knew it was time for me to go. Sliding my arms under her body, I carried her into her bedroom. Ignoring the way she curled her body into mine and the way her lips felt resting against my skin, I made sure she was tucked in before I left.

Now here I am, thinking of anything and everything to not get hard in a meeting about buildings and floor plans.

"Alright, any questions?" Raising my head, I look around the table and thank god nobody asks anything. "We should be able to look at getting this project started within the next couple of weeks. If you think of anything, don't be afraid to shoot me an email."

Everyone nods, just as ready to get back to their own office as I am.

My office was my place of solitude.

Floor to ceiling windows that looked out over the Chicago River, a wall full of books on architecture, a couch made for afternoon naps, and a private bathroom.

Really I never had to leave unless I was getting food.

Which I was going to do as soon as —

"Harry!" Lauren calls out my name from where she sits at my desk, feet propped up on the edge. "Did you forget about our lunch date?"

Yes.

"No, of course not."

"You're lying." She scowls at me. "But I'll forgive you... For now."

I roll my eyes. "You say that like I'm a bad liar."

"Harry, you are a bad liar." Lauren rolls her eyes as she stands up, reaching for her bag. "Don't forget that you still haven't told me who you hooked up with last week."

Your best friend.

"I told you, nobody." Looking straight ahead as we walk down the hallway towards the elevator, I can feel my skin heat up under my longsleeve shirt.

Laughing, she leans forward to hit the button. "Okay so the hickey right here—" Using her finger and poking me at the base of my neck, just hidden under my white undershirt. "Was my imagination?"

I smack her hand away, laughing to keep myself from thinking of how good it felt when Logan left the mark. "It was nothing."

"Okay, suuuure." Shaking her head and stepping into the elevator, her phone rings just as we start our descent. "Hang on."

I lean against the back wall, my throat going dry as I hear her answer, greeting the one person I can't get off my mind.

"Hey Logan." She leans next to me, laughing. "No, I'm going to lunch with Harry."