All Chapters of The Harper Twins: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Mitch wiped his hands on an old rag as he stepped away from the Dodge Dakota. He still couldn't figure out why the damn thing wasn't running and it drove him crazy. He hated not being able to figure out how to make something tick.It was the same frustration he had with Karla. He blew out a deep breath. He just didn't get it. She used sex like currency; she was unfaithful to everyone she met, so why was she getting her panties in a wad over him sleeping with Sandy when Karla and he didn't have any real type of relationship? At least, not at the time. That woman could drive him fricking nuts.Which is why he couldn't just let her go. She wasn't a challenge or a game or a distraction. She was the one who could give him what he's always craved. Someone who was as twisted as himself, who enjoyed sex as much as he did, but not the sex everyone else wanted. No, they both needed it to be out of control, sizzling, free… Twisted. Now he just needed to figure out how to get her to talk to him ag

Karla glanced at the clock behind the bar. Thirty more minutes. The slowest half hour of the entire night. Sean was busy wiping down the tables, with only a few people hanging on to their Thursday night buzz. Karla just wanted everyone to go home.Aimee stayed long enough to have two drinks and a slow dance with Clint and then left for home. Or Clint's. These days, Karla never knew where her sister would wake up. Of course, that didn't mean Karla wasn't happy for Aimee; she was. It was just different for her sister, even though Karla knew it was what Aimee wanted all her life—a safe relationship. Yet, Karla wasn't so sure how safe it was with Clint's ex-wife hovering around. It seemed both Harper girls had their relationship conundrums.By the time last call sounded, Karla was done with the evening. Sean locked the back room, tables were cleaned, dishes washed, and money counted. As soon as the clock hands struck that magical hour, she was ready to go. She should have waited.As she st

Once free, she moved to retrieve her clothes, but he stopped her. "Oh no. You were eager to get rid of them; you can eat naked." He grinned at her, noticing her gaze going to the open window by the breakfast table. "It'll be a great view inside and out."She sighed as she made her way over to the table and sat down, the morning sun caressing her flesh through the window. They were on the second floor, so the odds of anyone really seeing her were slim, but still, it made her nervous—and wet—just thinking about it.Mitch waited until she sat down, and then took the chair opposite hers. She had to admit, the food smelled and looked delicious, her stomach growling a bit as the aroma hit her senses. She was hungrier than she wanted to admit.As he slid into his chair, he gestured for her to eat as he picked up his own fork. "So, anything in your conversation with Sandy I'd be interested to hear?"She toyed with her eggs, thinking over his question. How much did she really want him to know a

She didn't know what to say to that, so she chose to say nothing. Her scars ran deeper than he knew and there was not enough time in her life to make them fade. They were still raw, some still felt as if they were freshly ripped open. She took another sip of her wine."I also think they're a cover up."She tilted her head, confusion furrowing her brows. "Excuse me?"He shrugged. "A cover up. It's easy to use the pain of the past to excuse the way you are now, when in fact, most of the way you are now is who you want to be. However, I want to help cover those scars, while at the same time allowing you the freedom to explore your desires.""And just how do you expect to do that?"He smiled at her, the moon making his eyes twinkle. "Control."She rolled her eyes. "You're just not happy unless you're bossing me around, are you?""No, not really."She stared at him, her lips pressed into a thin line. He didn't even blink when he said it. He really did want to control her. "And just how do I

She just stared at him as he left, mouth partly open, befuddled. What the..? Spinning back to the desk, she just stared for a moment, allowing it all to wash over her. He expected her to organize his business? Who did that?And yet, here she was, on her day off, doing exactly as he requested. Aimee was right; what the hell had become of her?With a shake of her head and a soft chuckle, Karla started sifting through the mounds of paperwork on the desk, browsing each for content and making appropriate stacks. Invoices sent. Invoices paid. Receipts for equipment. Supplies. Tools. Estimates. It was the only thing she could think of to do. She played secretary before for a small business several years ago, but she wasn't really there for her skills. At least, not those skills. It wasn't long, however, before she was lost in the tediousness of numbers and manila file folders, while sipping the worst tasting coffee she was ever forced to endure. If she was going to keep hanging out here, she