Chapter 165

Nathaniel's anger flared at her words—this was supposed to be their last time, and she had the audacity to tell him not to seek her out again.

Harrison's plush lips parted, ready to speak, but he shoved her away impatiently.

Yet her delicate fingers, which had been resting on his shoulder, slid up to encircle his neck, pulling herself flush against him.

"Nathaniel, don't push me away!"

Her bright, shimmering eyes locked onto his, her voice a velvet whisper laced with playful defiance.

The challenge in her tone coiled his muscles tight.

"Same rules," she murmured. "Our little secret. Isabella won't hear a word."

She kissed him again.

Nathaniel's darkened gaze burned, heat rushing to his face. A man who had tasted such pleasure once was like a beast, forever craving that intoxicating rush. Her boldness, her persistence—it ignited him effortlessly.

Resistance crumbled. As she pressed closer, he seized control, his large hand gripping her smooth, fragrant shoulder, ready to drag her onto his lap.

Honk!

A sharp blare shattered the moment—the light had turned green.

The car behind them swerved past, likely biting back frustration at the sight of the Bentley and its elite license plate, knowing better than to make a scene.

Nathaniel and Harrison jerked apart. Her cheeks burned as she sank back into her seat, suddenly aware they were still in the car.

Nathaniel hit the gas, the luxury vehicle surging forward.

Silence stretched between them. His hand remained on the wheel, the other—adorned with a platinum watch—resting at his side.

Then, a soft, tentative touch. Her pinky brushed against his fingers, feather-light. Nathaniel's pulse jumped, that whisper of contact sending a shiver through him.

A woman like her knew exactly how to unravel him, attuned to his every unspoken desire.

He captured her pinky, squeezing gently before threading their fingers together, pulling her delicate hand into his warm grasp.

His grip was firm, possessive.

The earlier tension dissolved. Harrison turned to gaze out the window. "Where are we going?"

Nathaniel hummed, lazy and noncommittal. "Hmm?"

"A hotel? Or your place?" she ventured.

He didn't answer.

Soon, Harrison realized they weren't heading to either—the car had merged onto the highway.

Her cheeks flamed. He had helped her, and this was her payment.

Her lithe body leaned in again. Soft lips traced his jaw, her hand drifting toward the hard planes of his chest.

But Nathaniel caught her wrist, his voice a rough, teasing growl. "Is that all you've got?"

His gaze was heavy, the look of a man who knew exactly what he wanted—and how to take it.

She realized it then—Nathaniel could be downright wicked when he wanted.

Harrison arched a delicate brow, her innocent features tinged with something far more enticing. "Oh, I have skills you haven't even seen yet."

A low, rasping laugh rumbled from his throat. "Prove it."

His tone was pure, sinful amusement.

Harrison claimed his lips, her kisses trailing down his throat...

Exhausted, Harrison stumbled back into the girls' dorm later, collapsing onto her bed. She slept for two days straight, as if drained of every ounce of energy.