Harry was standing next to me, his shoulder three inches away from mine, as he watched two men try their hardest to promote their patented miracle margarita maker. I'd never really been a fan of tequila but Harry insisted I try a sip of his margarita, which he was handed as soon as we stepped through the conference room. It was bitter and citrusy but not as bad as I remembered.

Aleska left before Harry and I arrived, a voicemail popping up in my inbox about how boring the first twenty minutes had been, Rou's rich laughter filling my ears. Harry and I had been late because he pointed out my black shoes didn't match my pants-- I proved they did but only after he hoisted me up on the kitchen counter and undressed me, his clothes following shortly after.

He smiled at me as he took another sip of his drink. "Vodka would've been better," He smirked, his free arm wrapping around my waist, hand fitting perfectly on the curve of my hip, head turning until his lips were at my ear. "but you're better than both."

We left before the promotion ended, barely making it back to his place before my mouth found his.  

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Triple update because I'm legitimately the worst person ever at updating on a schedule. I don't know how all these people do it. This whole story was finished before I even started to put it on here so I don't know why I can't just publish the drafts. 

But, that aside, I really hope you guys liked these last few chapters. Let me know what you think and if you're feeling generous, I've got two new stories posted. Both of them (Nine Weeks; Renoir's Helix) are contest entries and I'd love your feedback and support:)

I love you all, so, so much, 

jadexx