A furious knock pounded on the door, jolting us out of our passionate haze. "Sir?" It was the voice of one of the mansion's employees, urgent and unyielding. "Mr. Harrison there's an important call for you!"
Harrison's eyes narrowed, his body tensing above me. The raw desire in his gaze shifted to irritation in an instant. "I'll be right there," he barked, his voice strained with frustration. He rolled off me, his erection bobbing with the sudden movement.
My own anger surged as the interruption shattered the delicate moment. Who could be so brazen as to disturb us? The knock came again, more insistent this time. I scrambled to pull my shirt down, trying to compose myself as Harrison stumbled to his feet, tucking himself back into his pants.
"Fuck," he muttered, his expression a stormy mix of irritation and lust. He stalked over to the door, yanking it open. The sight of Rachel on the other side took me aback. She looked frazzled, her eyes wide with urgency. "What is it?" he snapped.
Rachel's gaze flicked to me before she spoke. "It's Miss Adrianne," she said, her voice low and serious. "She's on the line and insisting to speak with you immediately."
Harrison's jaw clenched, and he took the phone from Rachel's outstretched hand. "This had better be good," he warned before bringing the phone to his ear. Rachel took a step back, giving us both some semblance of privacy.
As I sat up, straightening my clothes, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment at the abrupt end to our encounter. The room was still heavy with the scent of sex and desire, a stark reminder of what could have been.
Harrison barked into the phone, his eyes narrowed and his jaw tight. "What do you want, Adrianne?" His voice was cold, devoid of any warmth or affection. Rachel hovered in the doorway, her eyes darting between us, worry etched into her features.
After a brief, tense conversation, he slammed the phone down and turned to face me. "I need to deal with this," he said, his tone clipped and authoritative. "Stay here."
With that, he strode out of the room, leaving Rachel and me in awkward silence. Rachel looked at me with a mix of concern and curiosity, her gaze lingering on my flushed cheeks and mussed hair. "Is everything okay?" she asked softly.
I nodded, trying to compose myself. "I think so," I murmured. "Harrison just had to take an important call."
Rachel's smile was tight, her eyes searching my face. "I know," she said. "But are you okay?"
I nodded with a smile, trying to reassure her. Rachel's expression softened, and she stepped into the room, closing the door behind her. She walked over to me, sitting down on the edge of the bed, her hand reaching out to cover mine. "You don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with," she whispered.
Her words brought me back to reality, and I felt a wave of gratitude for her concern. "I know," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. "But he's different."
Rachel's expression softened, a knowing look in her eyes. "Is he?" she asked gently. "Or is it just because he's the lesser of two evils?"
I paused, considering her words. She had a point. After all, I had seen the way Mr. Luca looked at me, the way he made me feel. But Harrison...he was different. Or at least, he had the potential to be. "I think he does," I said, meeting Rachel's gaze. "He's been...kind to me. And he said he'd take care of Miss Adrianne."
Rachel's expression softened, and she gave my hand a gentle squeeze. "I hope you're right," she said. "But be careful, Emma. This place has a way of changing people."
Her words lingered in my mind as we waited for Harrison to return. The room felt small, the air thick with anticipation. Finally, the door creaked open, and he stepped back in, his eyes locking onto mine. Rachel's hand was still in mine, and the tension was palpable as she slowly withdrew it.
"It's sorted," he said, his voice still cold. Rachel nodded, standing up, and I could see the surprise in her eyes
"Emma, what charm did you use onr. Harrison?" she whispered in my ear before walking out of the room.
I watched her go, her hips swaying slightly as she moved, and felt a pang of jealousy. Rachel had always been so confident, so in control, while I felt like I was drowning in a sea of confusion and desire. But Harrison had chosen me, at least for now.
He turned to me, his expression unreadable. "We'll have to finish this later," he said, his voice low and gruff. "But I need to know you're mine, Emma. That you won't let anyone else touch you."
I nodded, feeling a mix of relief and disappointment. "I'm yours," I murmured, the words slipping out before I could stop them.
Harrison's eyes searched mine for a moment before a small smile curved his lips. He leaned down, claiming my mouth in a bruising kiss that stole my breath. His hand slid up my thigh, his fingers teasing the edge of my panties. I moaned into his mouth, my body responding instinctively.
But just as quickly as the passion had flared, it was gone. He pulled away, his expression serious once more. "I have to go," he said, regret lacing his voice. "But I'll be back tonight, and we'll talk."
I nodded, feeling how hurtful his words were. Rachel's caution echoed in my head, but I pushed it aside. I had made my choice, and I was going to see it through.
The rest of the day was a blur of mundane tasks, my mind replaying the moments with Harrison over and over again. I found myself smiling at the memory of his gentle touch, the way he'd looked at me with such intensity. It was like I'd been living in a black and white world, and suddenly, color had been added.