HarleyJim smirked. “Damn. All right. Now I’m worried. Are you in the FBI or something?”I laughed and shook my head. “No. Definitely not.”“Why definitely?”“I’m a thorn in the side of law enforcement.”His brows drew together. “You’re a pimp, aren’t you?”I burst out laughing.He collapsed into his chair. “I should have known a chick so hot wouldn’t have a traditional nine to five.”“Who says a pimp can’t schedule themselves to work nine to five?”He studied me, amusement dancing in his eyes. “Okay. In all seriousness, what do you do, Harriet?”I considered toying with him. It would be so easy. He was looking at me the way I looked at ice cream, and I knew without a doubt that he would believe whatever words came out of my mouth next.But that seemed like a foolish game to play.“I organize and host the underground street racing scene here in New York.”He blinked. “Whoa. Wait, what?”That was the reaction I was used to getting from non-race-car-driving men. “Yep. Have you heard of

RickI waved over my shoulder before hooking a right and making my way down the length of the hotel as he had instructed. When I walked by the pool, I felt a lot of eyes on me, but I didn’t turn toward them. Instead, I kept my head down, made it to my room, slid the key in the slot, and let myself in.The place was standard. Nothing fancy. But it was clean and smelled like lemons and eucalyptus. The sheets were soft, and the bed was firm.“This will do,” I said. My tense muscles and aching body were already singing sweet hallelujahs just at the thought of lying down in that bed.But first, food.I ended up ordering in from a pizza place not far from the hotel to avoid having to get back in my car. They delivered within half an hour, and I gorged myself on cheese bread and pizza while watching garbage television on a tiny screen. After I cleaned up my mess, I could barely keep my eyes open and decided that nine o’clock was not too early to go to bed.Then I remembered that I should pro

HarleyWe poked fun at Rick in his absence while we waited for him to arrive. After receiving a text message, Mason informed us that Rick was running a little bit behind and got caught up in traffic, so Laina went into the kitchen and reduced the heat on the curry to let it simmer and stay hot until he arrived.I joined her in the kitchen and topped up my sangria from the massive punch bowl filled with fruit and ice floating around in the cherry-purple concoction. “Want some?” I offered.Laina lifted her cup from where it was on the counter. “I already topped off my drink. Thanks, though.” She turned to face me, leaned against the counter, and crossed her arms under her breasts. “So?”“So what?”“How are you feeling? Are you nervous about seeing him?”I gave her a flat look. “Babe, I don’t get nervous. This is Rick we’re talking about. It will be great to see him.”She arched a skeptical eyebrow. “Right.”“I mean it. I’m moving on. I can’t stay hung up on him when I know he’s probably

RickHarley, who was sitting across from me, plucked her wine from the table and nodded at me over the rim of the glass as she took a sip. “I heard that you won yourself a pretty slick car out there. A Saleen?”I nodded. “Sure did.”She shifted in her seat, and her eyes lit up with excitement. “You’ll have to show me.”“I can drive you home tonight if you need a ride,” I offered.Everyone at the table went quiet and looked at us. Harley did something I had never seen her do before.She blushed.Then she lifted her chin. “That would be great. Thank you. Next time, I will refrain from the wine so I can drive it.”I grinned. “Deal.”It was a little awkwardly quiet after that, and I caught each and every one of our friends—and especially my brother—trying to hide their smiles.Clearly, there was some unspoken thing going on that I wasn’t privy to. Neither was Harley.Right. The smiles were because of us.Benji fanned his mouth after taking a piping-hot bite of spicy curry. Then he chugged

Harley“You don’t expect me to stop you now, do you?” I asked.He gave me a cocky grin that made an even bigger puddle in my panties. “Just making sure. Where’s your bedroom? I want you on your back. Now.”I slid out from between him and the counter and kicked off my sandals before taking his hand and leading him down the hall into my master bedroom.He stopped at the threshold, and I spun back to him where I stopped at the foot of my bed. “What’s wrong?”“Nothing. I’ve always wondered what your place was like.”I looked around at the powder-blue walls of my room and my white bed sheets. “Is it what you expected?”“Not even a little bit.”I smiled, and he came after me, pushing me down onto my back on the bed forcefully. Then he was climbing on top of me, trapping me with his knees as he began unbuttoning my shirt. Once he had it undone, he reached under me and snapped my bra off. He pulled both items off, and I lay half naked beneath him. He pinned my hands above my head and decorate