now, but Harper wasn’t interested. Honestly, dating didn’t hold any allure for her. Why bother? Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, her concentration shot, mind blank. Well, not entirely blank. There was a reason Harper wasn’t interested in dating anyone, and it had nothing to do with her ambition or work ethic. She was such a hopeless romantic. Strike that. She was such a hopeless idiot .
Seriously. Who in their right mind spent an entire year daydreaming about a one-night stand? Granted, it had been one hell of a night, but still. Despite the fact that he’d ditched her without so much as a good-bye, Harper couldn’t get him out of her head. The slow, methodical way he kissed her, his strong hands caressing her skin, the way his tongue slid across her flesh . . . Harper sat up a little straighter in her chair, looked around to see if anyone was watching her. Just thinking about that night caused her skin to flush with warmth. Whenever her mind wandered back to that night, Harper racked her brain, wondering what she could have done, said differently to change the outcome. She couldn’t help but feel as though she’d done something to scare him off. Why else would he have snuck out before she woke up? Was she that bad in bed?
He’d ruined any other man for her and she didn’t even know his name.
Of course, Sophie had argued for months that Harper hadn’t given any other guys the chance to prove they could give her nights of intense passion and mind-blowing orgasms. “You’re young and your body’s still tight in all the right places, Harp. Don’t let those boobs go to waste!” Eventually, she’d dip a toe back in the dating pool. Just not now. It was silly and foolish to hold every guy up to a standard that might as well be a figment of her imagination, but Harper didn’t care. She wasn’t ready to let go of the memory of that night. Not yet.
Harper gave her head a shake, as if to dislodge the thoughts that settled there. In a few short hours, she might be face-to-face with the most candid—and therefore the most suspicious—U.S. senator on record. Distractions weren’t an option if she wanted to get under his skin. By the end of the night, Senator Mark Ellis would be cursing her tenacity. If there was one thing Harper wasn’t, it was a quitter. And she was getting that interview.
Chapter Six
What was it about parking garages that made them so damned creepy? Then again, who was Harper to judge what was creepy? She was the one lurking in the shadows, waiting to jump Senator Ellis after his meeting. Yeah, this might get her arrested. If she got Ellis to go on the record and answer any of her questions, it would be one hundred percent worth the criminal record.
Good Lord, how much longer was she going to have to wait? These garages had closed-circuit surveillance, didn’t they? Someone was bound to notice her camped out by the senator’s Audi. And if they didn’t, they really needed to think about putting a few cameras in here. You never knew what kind of weirdo might be hiding out behind your car. Harper checked the time on her cell and groaned. Why hadn’t she thought to pack a snack? Voodoo Donut was just down the street. She’d give her left arm for an apple fritter right about now. The sound of voices echoing in the garage distracted her from her growling stomach and Harper peeked over the trunk of Senator Ellis’s Audi. If she weren’t trying to be stealthy, she would have jumped up and down with excitement.
Senator Mark Ellis, in the flesh, strode toward his car, his aide, Jason Meader trailing behind him. Harper scowled at Meader, hoping his skin burned from the heat of her glare. Meader was a damned good employee, especially at running interference for the senator. He’d thwarted her attempts at nailing him down for an interview time and again, which made him a thorn in Harper’s side, not to mention a raging pain in the butt. You’re too late, Meader! The thought took root
Seriously. Who in their right mind spent an entire year daydreaming about a one-night stand? Granted, it had been one hell of a night, but still. Despite the fact that he’d ditched her without so much as a good-bye, Harper couldn’t get him out of her head. The slow, methodical way he kissed her, his strong hands caressing her skin, the way his tongue slid across her flesh . . . Harper sat up a little straighter in her chair, looked around to see if anyone was watching her. Just thinking about that night caused her skin to flush with warmth. Whenever her mind wandered back to that night, Harper racked her brain, wondering what she could have done, said differently to change the outcome. She couldn’t help but feel as though she’d done something to scare him off. Why else would he have snuck out before she woke up? Was she that bad in bed?
He’d ruined any other man for her and she didn’t even know his name.
Of course, Sophie had argued for months that Harper hadn’t given any other guys the chance to prove they could give her nights of intense passion and mind-blowing orgasms. “You’re young and your body’s still tight in all the right places, Harp. Don’t let those boobs go to waste!” Eventually, she’d dip a toe back in the dating pool. Just not now. It was silly and foolish to hold every guy up to a standard that might as well be a figment of her imagination, but Harper didn’t care. She wasn’t ready to let go of the memory of that night. Not yet.
Harper gave her head a shake, as if to dislodge the thoughts that settled there. In a few short hours, she might be face-to-face with the most candid—and therefore the most suspicious—U.S. senator on record. Distractions weren’t an option if she wanted to get under his skin. By the end of the night, Senator Mark Ellis would be cursing her tenacity. If there was one thing Harper wasn’t, it was a quitter. And she was getting that interview.
Chapter Six
What was it about parking garages that made them so damned creepy? Then again, who was Harper to judge what was creepy? She was the one lurking in the shadows, waiting to jump Senator Ellis after his meeting. Yeah, this might get her arrested. If she got Ellis to go on the record and answer any of her questions, it would be one hundred percent worth the criminal record.
Good Lord, how much longer was she going to have to wait? These garages had closed-circuit surveillance, didn’t they? Someone was bound to notice her camped out by the senator’s Audi. And if they didn’t, they really needed to think about putting a few cameras in here. You never knew what kind of weirdo might be hiding out behind your car. Harper checked the time on her cell and groaned. Why hadn’t she thought to pack a snack? Voodoo Donut was just down the street. She’d give her left arm for an apple fritter right about now. The sound of voices echoing in the garage distracted her from her growling stomach and Harper peeked over the trunk of Senator Ellis’s Audi. If she weren’t trying to be stealthy, she would have jumped up and down with excitement.
Senator Mark Ellis, in the flesh, strode toward his car, his aide, Jason Meader trailing behind him. Harper scowled at Meader, hoping his skin burned from the heat of her glare. Meader was a damned good employee, especially at running interference for the senator. He’d thwarted her attempts at nailing him down for an interview time and again, which made him a thorn in Harper’s side, not to mention a raging pain in the butt. You’re too late, Meader! The thought took root
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