Chapter 9

Harper is the one curling my hair before my date with Logan. My stomach is in knots, and Harper isn't making it any easier by shaking her head at me whenever we make eye contact in the mirror.

She had been silently judging me for an hour.

"Speak," I tell her. "Tell me what you are thinking."

Harper sighs. "I don't think this is a good idea, Elena. You will end up falling in love with that hunk if you date him, not break his heart."

"I won't know without giving it a try," I tell her as I focus on my reflection, wondering if I look sexy enough for Logan. "And falling in love with him is out of the question."

"Mmm," Harper sighs. "With that body and his 6'5 height, all he needs to do is sling you over his shoulder. You won't stand a chance, darling. He will pound hard into your ass until the idea of another man is fucked out of your system."

"HARPER!" My entire body burns in embarrassment.

The woman shrugs, smirking briefly. "I'm just te