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...
❝I need a man who'll take a chance On a love that burns hot enough to last When the night falls My lonely heart calls❞
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An at-home date did not warrant the level of indecision I was currently experiencing.
I stared at the contents of my entire wardrobe dumped on the bed, an explosion of dresses, jeans, scarves, and sexy pantyhose. Why I'd pulled that out, I did not know.
Aiden would laugh in my face if I walked into the living room wearing pantyhose for a basic movie night. I wasn't even sure this counted as a date. It was just a roommate hang out, as far as I could tell, and yet it had my nerves fried.
A knock on the door interrupted my fashion meltdown.
"Harper?" Aiden's voice filtered through the wood.
"Coming!" I yelled far too loud, trying to hastily restore order to the chaos but ending up creating a sartorial disaster in the process.
I opened the door just a smidge and peeked through it just the right amount for him to see my head and did a double-take.
There stood Aiden, looking like he'd just strolled off the cover of a fashion magazine. No more sweatpants and loose home tees. Tonight, he was decked out in cream-colored pants paired with a shirt so dark it made the night jealous. I dragged my eyes up from his shirt to his waiting gaze, my chest floored by how much sharper his steel grays looked in this outfit.
"You have a sock on your head," Aiden mused, pointing at the top of my face.
Cue my face turning into a tomato.
"Better my head than your..."
My words died.
"Than my what, Harper?" Aiden grinned.
Ignoring the overly smug grin on his face, I fumbled to remove the offending sock, damn near slapping it off my own brain.
"There," I quipped, grateful for the laughter that followed from him.
"I got the pizza. And I'm setting up the movie in the living room. Join in whenever you're ready."
I nodded and gave him a small thumbs up before shutting the door and turning back to stare at my bed.
In the end, I settled on a 'confused-chic' ensemble, a mishmash of comfort and style. Jeans that had seen both better and worse days, a cute but casual off-shoulder top that whispered, 'I tried, but not too hard,' and I left my long black hair cascading over one shoulder because, well, I've been told it's my best accessory.
As I tiptoed into the living room, my eyes widened at the sight before me.
The tantalizing aroma of the Tombstone Roadhouse Loaded Double Down Deluxe Pizza almost made me forget my own name. That fated pizza and the sight of Aiden amidst a fortress of blankets illuminated by fairy lights made my feet turn to jelly.
