Being Harriet's boyfriend has come with a lot of problems—and I don't want any of them solved. In the week since I've moved her into my house, I've developed a serious issue concentrating. This morning, I was in a meeting about a new software design launch and I couldn't hear a word my chief financial officer was saying. Her moans rang in my head until I had to mop the sweat off my forehead. I can look one of my employees in the eye and not even see them. It's just her beautiful face. Her writhing body. She's everywhere.
And that's exactly where I want her.
Harriet living in my house has turned it into a paradise of intensity. Our conversations are heavy, breathless races through likes and dislikes, favorites, stories from our past, and we kiss our way through them, unable to stop touchi
