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CHAPTER 33: BICYCLE GUY.
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TAMING MR. WHITMORE: THE CEO FROM HELL. CHAPTER 33: BICYCLE GUY.
HARPER'S POV:"Oh! I'm sorry."I pulled back."No, you're fine. You can have it."I looked up.The man standing beside me was tall and lean, with dark blond hair sticking up in a few places and gray-green eyes. He wore a navy quarter-zip over a white T-shirt, black joggers, and clean white running shoes. A bicycle helmet hung from his belt loop.I recognized him immediately."The bicycle guy."His expression changed. Then he winced."Oh no. You're the woman I nearly flattened at the intersection.""Nearly flattened is a bit dramatic.""Fair. I prefer to think of it as a near-disaster I'm still deeply embarrassed about."I laughed before I could stop myself."I'm fine. Really. You don't have to keep apologizing.""I know, but I'd like to make it through the weekend without being remembered as the man who assaulted a stranger with a bicycle.""That depends. Do you normally ride like that?""Only when I'm trying to make a terrible first impression.""Then you're doing wonderfully."He la
TAMING MR. WHITMORE: THE CEO FROM HELL. CHAPTER 32: HANDS ON MINE.
HARPER'S POV:I headed down to the lobby, where Gerald, the security guard, sat behind his glass window.He was a gray-haired man in his late sixties, shoulders broad under his navy uniform and kind eyes.He lifted two fingers in greeting when he saw me. "Morning, 2206.""Morning, Gerald.""Off to explore?""Trying to. I might get lost and you'll have to send a search party."He snorted. "I'll give you ten minutes before you come back asking for directions. Don't forget your key card. And no grilling on balconies.""Noted. Strictly no grilling.""Yep."Outside, the morning air was cool and the estate's brick paths curved between flowerbeds and rows of maple trees.On my phone, Oasis's voice went smooth and sweet. "Nicole. It's time for you to go. You have that assignment to finish. Love you.""Wait, who's Hudson? Harper? Who is Hu—"Her tile went black.I stared at my screen. "Oasis?""What? She has homework. And we need to talk grown-woman business without corrupting a minor," Oasis
TAMING MR. WHITMORE: THE CEO FROM HELL. CHAPTER 31: SATURDAY WITH MY GIRLS.
HARPER'S POV:By Saturday morning, I'd finally stopped trying to convince myself the whole thing was a dream.It was real. I was actually living here.Thursday and Friday disappeared into collecting my key card, moving my things from the motel, and trying to understand the high-tech condo.The blinds opened themselves at seven every morning whether I was awake or not, the thermostat kept adjusting the temperature whenever I entered a room, and I'd managed to turn on the bathroom mirror lights illuminating the entire ceiling when I touched it by accident.I still wondered why my accommodation had been approved so quickly and whether this was just some random unit owned by the company. But it was mine for now, and I wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth.Nicole had sent three messages asking if I was alive. The girls had sent eleven.So, first thing this Saturday morning, with my hair wrapped in a satin scarf, wearing denim shorts and a tank top, I stood in the hallway outside
TAMING MR. WHITMORE: THE CEO FROM HELL. CHAPTER 30: ONE FACE AND BODY UNDER MY SKIN.
HUDSON'S POV:I was so furious I lost control of my own hands. One second I was standing in the stairwell, and the next I had a fistful of Zacharia's tie."Boss." He swallowed hard against the knot."Can you see me?"He blinked. "Um. Yes?""Clearly? Right now? Directly in front of you?""Sir, you're holding my tie. I can see you very clearly."I let go. His tie hung crooked against his shirt. I dragged both hands through my hair, then checked my reflection in the glass of the stairwell door just to be certain. Same face. Same suit. Not invisible.So why had she walked away?She had looked at me. One full second of eye contact, close enough that I could see the exact moment her eyes went wide, and then nothing. She had registered that I existed and left.I couldn't believe she'd looked straight through me."Zacharia." I stepped onto the last stair that led to Owen's floor. "Go handle your other tasks. I'll deal with Owen myself.""Yes, sir." He retreated so fast his shoes squeaked, tug
TAMING MR. WHITMORE: THE CEO FROM HELL. CHAPTER 29: TOO MUCH THOUGHT.
HARPER'S POV: At first, I swore it couldn't be him. Not a chance. Seattle was two thousand miles from Vegas, and Hudson was supposed to be a memory I only visited at night, alone, with the lights off. Then a cufflink rolled across the tile and stopped against the toe of my flat. I looked down at the little silver square, then up at the man standing ten feet away. The charcoal suit. The white shirt. The jaw I had traced with my thumb countless times. Hudson. My one week of fun. Standing in my new office building. What was he doing here? My brain went blank. My legs wouldn't move and my mouth wouldn't open. All I could think was that if the floor would just crack open and swallow me whole, I'd say thank you. Was he going to come over and demand to know why I'd left? No. No, not here. I couldn't have him dragging our past into my new job. I'd barely settled in, and I couldn't afford to ruin this opportunity before I'd even started. What would I do if he confronted me in front of e
TAMING MR. WHITMORE: THE CEO FROM HELL. CHAPTER 28: ONBOARDING THURSDAY.
HUDSON'S POVI have no idea how I made it through Monday to Wednesday. Outside of the interview and my disastrous morning on the golf course, I couldn't tell you a single meaningful thing that happened those three days. Every ounce of my attention had already relocated itself to Thursday.I was still furious with her. I needed that on record, mostly for my own sake. And yet underneath the fury sat something embarrassingly close to excitement, a jittery, restless energy I hadn't felt since I was a teenager waiting on a girl to text back.Tuesday night, I got in my car and drove halfway to her motel before I caught myself. Not to go in. Just to watch, maybe. See what she was up to from across the street, see if she looked happy, see if she looked like she'd thought about me even once since Vegas. I made it four blocks before I pulled over, gripped the steering wheel, and asked myself out loud what exactly I thought I was doing.She was about to work in my building. I had an entire caree
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