Love on Ice (Manhattan Mavericks #1)

9. Felix

9

FELIX

I ’ve just had my shower and feel fresher than I did. I had fun today with Harper. I’m sad she didn’t want to nap together. Clinger much? I flick on the television and scroll through the channels to see if they are showing anything worth watching. My phone rings, and I see it’s Issy calling.

“Hey, boss,” I say, answering the phone.

“I’ve been trying to call you all day,” she says angrily on the phone.

“Let me remind you that I’m on holidays at a sex resort.”

“Ew,” she says, pretending to hurl.

“I was playing tennis with Harper, chill out. She whipped my ass, who knew such a princess could be so athletic.”

Issy laughs. “Yeah, she’s good. When she was younger, she could have gone pro, but she wasn’t interested.” Wow. Explains a lot. “Did she try to hustle you?”

“Kind of.”

“Yeah. She likes it when people underestimate her. Is that all you did?” she asks.

“Someone's being nosey.”

“She’s my friend. I shouldn’t have to warn you from her,” Issy states.

“What’s wrong if we hook up? We are at a sex resort,” I remind her again.

“Ew. Weird,” she says, gagging. Right, well, tell me how you really feel, Issy.

“Would you calm down. We haven’t.” It’s a little white lie. She sounds relieved. “She’s smoking hot, but Harper has made it clear she’s not interested.”

“And you are?” she asks.

“Issy, I was getting blow jobs in the club. I’m on fantasy island, surrounded by beautiful women. I’m interested in them all.”

“You have an entire island, you don’t need to touch my friend,” Issy warns me again.

“You don’t think I’m good enough?” I ask her because she’s adamant that I stay away from her.

“Um, no. Why the hell would you think that?” she asks, seemingly shocked.

“Your tone.”

“It would be weird, but that’s beside the point. Harper, like you, has just gotten her heart broken. I think with you moving to New York, you being my client, and her and I being friends, I want her to have fun and not worry about running into someone from the island back at home. You become another person there. She might not feel like she could be free.” Interesting. But I get what she means.

“Don’t worry, I’m giving Harper her space. It’s nice being able to hang out with someone and do something that isn’t sex. Because I’m already exhausted.”

“Ewww, Felix.” Issy groans. “Anyway, enough about Harper. What I was calling about was I got your email from Cynthia’s lawyers about demanding the house. The audacity of that woman.”

“Yeah. I feel like she might be blackmailing me. I spoke to Harper about it, and she said something about finding out some info on her to keep in my back pocket in case I might need it.”

“You spoke to Harper about it?” Issy asks.

“Yeah, I ran into her and didn’t have anyone else to confide in at that moment,” I explain.

“I know who she's talking about. If there is anything in Cynthia’s past they will find it. What else did she say?” Issy asks.

“That she’s worried Cynthia might try to paint me as the villain in her and Stephen’s love story.”

“Harper is brilliant at PR, she knows how people tick. If she thinks they might go low then we should be ready for it,” Issy states.

“I don’t want to fight with them,” I tell her.

“I’m not going to let her take your home either,” Issy advises angrily.

“I’m not returning to LA, so …” I say with a shrug she can’t see.

“You bought it before her, she has no claim over it.”

“If I fight her on this it could end up being a bigger mess than just giving her the house. This kind of bad press could get my contract canceled.”

“I would never let that happen,” Issy says.

“I know. But I’m already on thin ice with The Mavericks, I don’t want this to ruin it.”

“Let’s see what Harper can dig up for us before you need to give them an answer.” Urgh. Now I’m stressed out. Maybe I should order a massage with my lunch. “Shit. I’ve got to go, I have another call. Have fun and enjoy the break.” With that, she’s gone.

I take a seat and hang my head in my hands. How the hell did I end up here? Just as I’m about to spiral, there’s a knock at the door. I haven’t had time to order lunch yet, unless Sunny subconsciously knows I’m hungry and horny. I mean, I wouldn’t put it past this place. Standing up, I walk over to my front door, and I’m surprised to see Harper standing there wearing a sexy black slip, looking up at me all innocent as fuck.

“Surprise,” she says, waving her hands awkwardly at me.

“I am surprised. Come on it.” I hold open the door. She walks in and that’s when I notice she’s not even wearing shoes. Is everything okay?

“Good surprise, I hope.” She giggles.

“Seeing you is always good,” I tell her, closing the door behind me. “I haven’t had time to order lunch yet. Would you like to join me?” I ask her.

“Oh. Yeah. Is that okay?”

My brows pull together as I look her up and down looking like sin. “Unless there was another reason you came over?” I question her.

“Maybe.”

Wow. Wasn’t expecting her to answer truthfully. “And what would that reason be?”

She nibbles her bottom lip. “I think you know.”

I want to see her squirm. “I don’t think I do.”

Those blue eyes narrow on me. “I wanted to hang out …”

“And?” I push.

She throws up her hands. “Fine. I came over to fuck you.”

Knew it. “Is that so?” I grin at her.

“You’re going to make me beg or something like that aren’t you?” she says, rolling her eyes as she crosses her arms over her chest.

“Is begging on the table?” I quirk a brow at her.

“I don’t want to beg a man to sleep with me,” she answers flatly.

I think I touched on a nerve there. I take a couple of steps toward her before reaching out and grabbing her by the neck.

“You will never have to beg me to fuck you, Harper. My dick is constantly hard when it’s around you. Eager for another taste of your cunt.” Harper gasps as I grab her hand and place it over my cock. “See, you already have me hard, skipping in, dressed like utter sin.”

“Wasn’t overkill?”

“You could have turned up in a brown paper bag and my dick would still be hard for you,” I say.

“I like that.” Her hand wraps around me.

“And I like you touching my dick.”

“I like touching your dick, too.” She beams as her hand tightens around me, pulling a moan from me.

“Come here you,” I say, pulling her face to mine and kissing her. Her lips taste like strawberries.