Harper possessed a rare talent - she could blend two worlds that the universe swore could never coexist: her humdrum life as an accountant by day with her steamy famous alter ego crafting erotic tales online by night.
But her double life unravels...
❝Sway left, sway right Slow dancing in the middle of the subway Fall back, hold tight Slow dancing in the middle of the subway❞
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"Do freckles grow everywhere or just on someone's face?"
EJ stopped chewing the last slice of pizza and stared at me.
"What?" I asked, starting to sweat under his gaze. "It's an honest question."
I thought I saw him smirk as he gulped.
"An honest question about an honest lady?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about," I said innocently, staring down at the last crumbs left on my plate.
Little brown spots on creamy white glass. Harper's face reflected through it, complete with her full lips and puffed-up squirrel cheeks in an expression of contempt.
I blinked and the plate went back to being what it was meant to be: an empty surface.
"Oh come off it, A," EJ muttered, leaning back in his chair and giving me a wide grin. "We both know she's the reason you called me."
"Not true. I called you because you're family."
"Oh really?" EJ raised an eyebrow at that. "We've been living in the same city forever now. When was the last time you called me to catch up over dinner?"
I opened my mouth to shut down his line of questioning but nothing came out. When was the last time I'd initiated a hang-out with EJ, or anyone else from my family for that matter? All the memories I could conjure up were a pre-COVID haze.
"I rest my case," EJ said smugly. "Besides, you haven't touched the pizza since you got here. Or had a drink."
"I'm not a big drinker," I interjected but he droned on, ignoring me.
"You keep zoning out and whenever you do return to your home planet, you ask the least subtle questions about a certain someone in our lives."
"She's more of a someone to you than she is to me," I rebutted.
"Then what is she to you?"
"A neighbor."
Evan paused and looked offended on Harper's behalf.
"Not even a roommate? That's harsh, A."
Before he could bite my head off for insulting his platonic other half, the waiter arrived with two tall glasses poured out of what appeared to be a clear golden-tinted liquid.
"Ooooh, some bubbly!" EJ straightened, clapping his hands together in excitement. "Thank you handsome," he said and slipped a tip into our waiter's hand who left with a wide and grateful smile.
"What is that?" I asked, eyeing the glass he'd set in front of me.
