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Rae
“When were you going to tell me about La Mer?” Annie demands over FaceTime when I call her on the weekend. “You’re playing the biggest club in the world, and I had to find out from social?!”
“It’s been a crazy time.”
My final show at Bliss last night was bittersweet.
I played some new stuff I’ve been working on, but with the shadow of what we’re about to do hanging over my head, I couldn’t relax into it.
“How are you and Harry?”
I think of the texts he sent me last night.
Harrison: Play me a song.
Rae: Something you can fuck your hand to later?
Harrison: Something I can fuck you to later.
“He’s Harrison,” I say at last.
“So, you’re back together.”
I roll my eyes. “It’s a work in progress. Our relationship has some… extra pressure points.”
“I’m glad you guys found each other. I had a hard time picturing the perfect guy for you. If I’m honest, I wouldn’t have picked him.”
“Smug, gorgeous, rich as sin with a reputation to match?”
“Yeah. But you’re sarcastic, unselfconscious, and anti-materialistic. He’s perfect for you.”
Since I moved in, Harrison’s been consolidating what we learned from Eva and communicating with the police. He’s spent time down at the local station and on calls with Interpol.
Still, he’s here, and he’s more attentive than a week ago.
I haven’t told him about the feeling I have about Eva. I’m not going to. I can’t make him more concerned.
Though concerned Harrison isn’t all bad.
Last night, he was tracing my palm with his thumb from the moment he picked me up in his car.
On the steps to the house, his hands were squeezing my ass.
By the time Ash shut the door to his room, Harrison had his hand up my dress and his hard mouth whispering filthy things in my ear.
He kept me up all night.
He’s also bought me gifts. When I ordered a custom outfit for my gig at La Mer from a designer in Barcelona, Harrison swooped in and paid for it before I could.
He also found my bracelet under the bed.
What a fucking domestic thing.
I haven’t taken it off since.
Even though there’s a real chance something could go wrong at La Mer, I need to believe there’s good on the other side.
“I’m ready for a vacation. It’s mathematically impossible that one tiny person can create more havoc than an entire Broadway crew pulling eight shows a week, or an international rock tour hitting twenty countries, but she manages to do it.” Annie’s voice brings me back.
