This Thing of Ours
By Amie Nichols
You know from reading the synopsis that Harper Troy starts working at a gentleman’s club to earn extra money to pay her way through college. This is where she meets Liam Tarseta and this is where the sparks fly and the hotness sets in. Liam is known for his bachelor ways and according to tabloid magazines his past is full controversy.
I really liked how the story was split into two parts, part one is told from Harper’s point of view and the whole time I was reading part one I really wanted to know what Liam’s point of view on everything was and I was so pleased when I reached part two and found the hole second half of the book was Liam.
Liam develops some very intense feelings for Harper, feelings he has never felt before. He has always had women throwing themselves at him, so when Harper rejects him over and over again he is thrown into unfamiliar territory.
Harper feels an attraction to Liam the moment she sees him for the first time but because she is so focused on school she refuses to act on the attraction. But Liam is so determined to act on this attraction that Harper does finally give in to her own feelings for Liam. In the beginning there are so many different situations that are thrown at them that cause so many misunderstandings and arguments and for two people who have very little or no experience in relationships it is very entertaining to read.
As the story progresses the truth about Liam’s mother is revealed to him. Truths are revealed and drama unfolds and throughout ordeal Liam and Harper are able to remain a strong united front in order to get their happy ever after.
I had just popped the tab of my Diet Coke when the door opens. Like déjà vu, Liam enters the locker room, except this time I am sitting with my legs crossed and fully clothed.
"I just wanted to make sure you were all right," Liam says in his ridiculously sexy voice. Jesus, what is with this guy?
"Yes, why wouldn't I be?" I ask, sounding maybe a little harsher than I had planned.
"My father was very rude. I wanted to apologize for his candor," he says, all debonair and provocatively. "I think my uncle Matty has a huge crush on you." He chuckles.
"He's old enough to be my father," I say bluntly, with a little disgust.
"Ouch! I won't tell him you said that." He winces. "You're really not interested, though?" he asks and I just shrug.
"It's just that most of the girls who work here would be jumping at the chance to land my Uncle." Liam just exudes sex in everything he says. I want to yell at him, "You have got to be kidding me, stop talking and fuck me already!"
I feel my face turn hot at my thoughts and turn my head away from him.
"Well, Mr. Tarseta, I am not like most girls," I say, not looking at his black lust filled eyes.
"I am seeing that."
"What is that supposed to mean?" I shoot back.
"It's that you flirt just enough with patrons, but not enough that you are advertising something is for sale." He steps further into the room and sits next to me on the bench. He's close, close enough I can smell his expensive cologne, and holy fuck does he smell good.
My breath hitches and I let out a gasp as I feel the heat radiating between us. "Mr. Tarseta, I'm not for sale," I say, taking a drink of my Diet Coke, my mouth suddenly very dry.
"Ms. Troy, everything is for sale for the right price," he says low, almost in a whisper. I stand, feeling the need to put some distance between us.
"That is your opinion, but I assure you that there is no number large enough that can buy me," I tell him still avoiding those black eyes.
"So you are saying that nothing can buy you, nothing at all." He stands, inching his way closer. I feel the electric sparks bouncing off of me.
I swallow hard as the smell of him fills my nostrils, I feel him watching the hollow of my neck.
"I am not a possession to be bought, Mr. Tarseta. Besides, why would you want me anyway, you have tons of girls just itching for you to own them."
"Well, first off..." He lets out one of his low sexy chuckles, "I don't ever remember saying I wanted you." Ouch, now that hurt. I feel about two feet tall. He stands there cool as a cucumber, while I'm a hot mess of nerves and lust.
"I didn't mean to insinuate that you did..." I stutter, trying desperately to repair this very embarrassing moment. I turn to my locker to look for something, anything to distract me. I find my phone and pretend to read a text, also trying to pretend he is no longer in the room.
"Second, Ms. Troy, if I did want you, I would have you." He leans down close to my ear, so close I can feel his hot breath. Okay, that's it, I am not a toy for you to play with.
"Well, I guess it's a good thing you don't want me, because I assure you, Mr. Tarseta, you would not have me if you did," I snap, slamming my locker door. With a huff, I walk around the bench to avoid having to touch Liam as I exit the locker room. What nerve, what an arrogant asshole.
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