Harper's Little Spitfire (Harper's Series) Read Free Page B

the only one who called her that. All of them did; well, all but one of them. The one she wanted to hear it the most coming out of his mouth.
    “You believe what you want, Zeb. I know what I’m doing. What’s your plans tonight? Do you have the next girl lined up to put a notch on your bedpost?” She couldn’t help but throw it out there at him. It wasn’t a secret to everyone in Laker what the Harper boys were like. It was the only talk of the town. They didn’t exactly admit or deny the truth behind the rumours that were spreading like wild flowers.
    “Is my little spitfire jealous and wanting something she keeps hearing about?” he whispered.
    My? What? She couldn’t keep up with the back and forth of them all.
    “In your dreams, lover boy. You have absolutely nothing I want, and even if I did, which I don’t, I wouldn’t want it anyway. God knows what you’ve caught sleeping with so many women.”
    A boom of laughter came across the line, making her drop her phone, damn it! Why did he have to laugh so bloody loud?
    “Aww, spitfire, that is a complete lie and you know it. Plus, I’ve never slept with anyone without a rubber. All squeaky clean here, baby.”
    Groaning, she loved it when he called her baby. But she would never admit how she felt about him.
    “TMI, Zeb. Like I keep telling you, I don’t want to know about your sex life. Unless there is anything else you wanted to say, I’m hanging up.”
    “Okay, okay. Might drop over later tonight sometime after the meeting we have at the company. Will you still be up then?”
    She wasn’t planning on staying at the new club tonight for too long; go in, check the place out, have a couple of drinks, dance a little, and then be home before midnight.
    “Yeah, I will be. Give me a call before you do, okay?”
    “Will do, spitfire. Talk to you then,” he replied and then hung up.
    Walking back towards her room, she threw the phone on her bed and walked into the bathroom. Turning the water on, she stripped out of her clothing and slid under the welcoming water.
    Moaning as it ran over her body, she welcomed the heat that erased some of the tension her body was carrying. She needed to back her hours of work down to a reasonable amount, which wouldn’t help really. She usually left work around 4 p.m. every weekday, yet she was up till around 11 p.m. most nights, still working. She was contemplating whether to hire someone else to run the shop and work from home on her online store. The girls teased her all the time about her job, constantly questioning why she owned a sex toy shop when she never used any of the items. They didn’t know the truth behind it. She tested pretty much every item that came in. She had a black metal box in the bottom of her walk-in robe that was padlocked away from prying eyes. All her favourite toys were in there.
    Turning the water off, she hopped out and dried herself off. Wrapping the towel around her body, she walked back into her room. Although her shop was doing great with sales, her online business was booming. She wanted to have more free time to do what she wanted, rather than be stuck in a shop every day. She truly loved her shop, but the majority of the time spent there was in her office talking to suppliers and manufacturers about products. She wanted to do that from home, in her own privacy.
    Pulling out a pair of sweat pants and a sports bra, she lay them on her bed. Dropping the towel, she reached for her underwear when her doorbell rang.
    Lifting the towel from the floor, wrapping it around her again as she walked to the door, she opened it slightly to see who it was.
    The door pushed open further. She hid behind it as Logan made his way into her house.
    “Well come right in, why don’t you,” she grumbled.
    Closing the door, she tightened the towel over her body, hoping that no part of her body was showing as the eldest of the Harper boys stood in her lounge room.
    Logan walked straight over, sat on the couch,