Chapter 6

Harper's POV

I turn to the window instead, sipping my coffee and watching as a pigeon lands awkwardly on the fire escape, fluffing its wings like it owns the world.

“You looked through their stuff again?” he asks, voice low now.

I nod without turning. “Yeah.” If I turn he's going to see my reaction which I don't want.

“What’d you think?”

What did I think? I think I felt sick and excited all at once. I think I imagined their hands on me and then hated myself for it. I think I wanted something I don’t have a name for. I think I wondered what it might feel like to be adored and used in equal measure, but only because I said yes.

“They’re intense,” I say instead.

Mark chuckles softly. “That’s how you make real money, Harper.