Stealing Harper (Taking Chances #1.5)(84)

“No, I just don’t understand why that would be a bad thing.”

Sighing deeply he propped himself up on an elbow and looked directly into my eyes. “Girls I screw around with aren’t allowed to come in my room, let alone stay the night. This is the only place that is mine, and I’m not about to share it with them.”

“So you sleep with women and then make them leave?” I didn’t even want to ask where he slept with them.

“No, I screw women . . . and then make them leave.”

I shook my head and walked toward the door, “You’re a pig.”

He laughed once without humor and watched me leave.

When I got out to the living room I saw Breanna at the kitchen table with a housemate, as soon as they saw me the conversation stopped. I hadn’t known I could feel even more awkward, guess so.

Looking at me sheepishly, Bree stood from her chair and pulled me toward the living room. “Harper, I’m so sorry. Brad just told me everything.” Her voice broke at the end. “I swear I would never intentionally do something to embarrass you. I know we just met but I’ve been looking forward to living with you and I can’t believe I hurt you like that after just meeting you.”

“Really, it’s fine. I’ve heard enough stories that I figured you didn’t know what you were doing.”

“It’s not fine! You should hate me.”

I nodded and looked over at Brad who was grinning at me. “Well I don’t plan on seeing any of these guys ever again, so there’s no use in making you suffer with me.” I smiled at her, trying to make light of the situation.

Although I was still humiliated, I’d never been one to hold a grudge, and I wasn’t about to start now. I had wanted to come start a new life here, and even though I seem to have taken five steps back, I was still determined to make this the best experience ever. Embarrassing moment or not, it’s not like I had a lot of options here. Either let this get to me and cower away from people, or hold my head high and push forward.

She still looked sullen and it was making me uncomfortable. “Well at least people don’t think I’m a whore.”

That brought on a smile which turned into a light laugh. “You’re a glass half full kind of person, aren’t you?”

“Definitely.”

Hugging me tightly before walking back to her cup of coffee she said, “At least let me buy you one new outfit.”

“Hah! I won’t stop you. Are you sure you’re up for that today though? I figured you wouldn’t be up for much of anything after last night.”

“Sweetie, I’m always up for shopping. Go change, I’m ready when you are.”

I walked back into Chase’s room to find it empty, after shedding his basketball shorts I quickly stepped into Bree’s skirt. Before I could pull it up, the door swung open and Chase walked in.

“It’s really a shame you don’t let anyone see that sexy little body.”

Blushing fifty shades of red, I pulled them up and turned to face him.

“Calm down, you don’t have anything I haven’t seen before.” He cocked his head and raised an eyebrow making it disappear under his shaggy blond hair. “Not saying I wouldn’t want to see yours.”

“Bite me.” I pushed past him toward the door.

“Is that an invitation?”

“Not even close.”

He grabbed my waist, and pulled me against his chest, his nose skimming along my jaw, “One of these days Princess, I promise you.”

I turned to scowl at him once more, “I would never be desperate enough to want you.” Okay that was a lie; my breaths were already quickening just feeling his sculpted body pressed against mine.

His smile was slow and sexy, “We’ll see.”

BREANNA AND I were lying on our beds in the dorm room after an epic six hour shopping trip at an outdoor mall. As promised, I let her pick out all my outfits, and she paid for one of them. Now that we were done, I was regretting how much money I’d spent, but I’d just bought fifteen different shirts, four pairs of jeans, a couple pairs of ultra-short shorts and skirts, three sexy but cute dresses and five pairs of shoes. After that was done we headed to Victoria’s Secret, and I blushed my way through the entire store while she picked out all my new underwear, bras and sleeping clothes. Our last stop of the day was at Sephora where we basically purchased my own make-up counter after Bree swore to teach me how to put it all on. And for all that? I think I did pretty well. The only thing Sir had let me do growing up was work at one of the Post Exchanges. Not that kids my age were generally allowed to, but everyone knew our situation so I started there when I was twelve and had saved every cent.

“I’m. So. Exhausted.”

“It was so worth it though! Now you’re finally ready for college.”

Looking at the garbage bags full of most of my old clothes I laughed and let my head fall back onto my pillow. “I think you’re right.”

“Now we just need to get you comfortable being around cute guys and you’ll be golden. What’s your type?”

Your brother. “Um, I’m not sure I have a type.”

“So no preferences? Hair color, eye color, skin color? Athlete, geek, musician?”

Rugged surfer, with dirty blond shaggy hair, impossibly blue eyes, the most breathtaking smile you’ve ever seen and cover him in tattoos. I’ll take that, please? “Nope, none. We’ll just have to start from scratch.”