"So hanging out huh?" I said, sitting down to breakfast with Harmon in his suite, wrapped in nothing but a sheet. "What does that look like, daddy?"
"For starters, put some damn clothes on, Miss Hunter. No more calling me daddy. What I said earlier about us having s*x—" Harmon rambled, attempting his stoic voice but today there was a slight quiver in it, a fact that delighted me.
"Haven't showered yet," I interrupted, not interested in whatever he had to say about us not having s*x as I reached for a bagel. "No clean clothes here either. Not sure what JR did with last night's dress," I chirped.
That last part was a lie. JR wasn't the one to strip me bare and lay me down in Harmon's bed. That was all me. The dress was tucked away under the bed, but he didn't need to know that. If I was
