His Naughty Lessons
Chapter 140: Open Your Mouth

Chapter 140: Open Your Mouth

** Harper **

Harper was glad that her diversion worked, and the rest of the conversation involved no more discussions of Eli or the trip. Though by the time she finally hung up, she couldn’t help but wonder if she had dug a hole too big for either herself or Eli to fill.

Not that she liked to tell her brother far-stretched half truths ... But why did he keep asking such suspicious questions, even going as far as probing about the presidential suite? Was he really imagining her and Eli cuddled up together in the same bed already? It seemed a bit unfair to be the recipient of such speculation, considering she hadn’t even had the luxury to experience that conjured scene for real yet ...

The thought made her gaze toward the foyer turn a bit wanting. And that was precisely when Eli rounded the corner to return to the living room.

He stopped dead in his tracks when his eyes met hers. An eyebrow shot up. "That was not the kind of look I expected from you after a conversation with your brother," he commented.

Oh ... Harper ducked her ogle a bit sheepishly. "Well, blame Tyler for having such a creative imagination ... Can you believe that the first thing he asked after I mentioned the presidential suite was where I’m staying? Even I wasn’t audacious enough to think in that direction when you first told me about the trip!"

A flash of amusement danced across Eli’s face. "Were you not?" He closed the distance between them with the last few strides and took his seat back on the couch. "Somehow I remember pretty clearly that someone asked to be invited to the presidential suite as soon as she heard the name mentioned."

"... Just to see what it looks like! Not to sleep in it ..." Though to be fair, that part of the goal had changed quite substantially since she actually set foot in this suite.

Harper pondered the topic with more seriousness. "Are you going to tell him about that part?" she asked. "I don’t want to lie about it forever ... But then I really can’t explain how I ended up in a VIP suite next door without giving away the backstories. Heck, I could barely believe it myself when I first opened the window and saw that view! Never thought you would’ve taken that joke about a hotel room next door so seriously."

The comment made Eli’s lips curve up in a contented smile, as if the admittance of her surprise was the highest approval he sought. Then the smile slowly turned into a ... smirk? "Was that what you promised him pictures of? The view?" He let out an exaggerated sigh. "You had me wondering what kind of pictures might be on your mind when you said that ... What a disappointment that it was only about the view outside the window."

... Ohhhh.

Back a month ago, Harper would’ve blushed like a lobster at the insinuation. Heck, she might not have been experienced enough to even get the insinuation at the time ... But now, the tease was putting a smile on her face, quickly snatching her out of the dealing-with-a-meddlesome-brother mode and back to the flirting-with-a-seductive-boyfriend mode. "What kind of pictures would you rather like instead?" She put down her phone, deciding that they had earned a little break from the Tyler drama for now. "And how would you want me to pose in them?"

She held back the urge to purr as Eli’s eyes narrowed darkly. His gaze swept from the top of her head down to her lips. "Open your mouth," he commanded.

... Woah. That was not what Harper expected at all. After the untimely interruption earlier and with the reminder of Tyler’s existence still looming over them, she had assumed that the steam of the evening was running to an end. But was Eli somehow still in the mood? If he was up for it—

She obeyed eagerly. And then she blinked when he placed a piece of fried calamari in her open mouth.

Harper: "..."

Eli laughed at her speechless expression. "Were you expecting something different?" He winked. "Food makes the best pictures to send to Tyler, after all. How else would you rather pose for him?"

"..."

Harper wanted to claw the wicked smirk off of his face. As soon as she swallowed that damned calamari, she opened her mouth again to argue, but then he slipped another piece between her lips, and her protest turned into the sound of crispy crunches.

She would’ve groaned if not for the way Eli laughed again.

Harper liked it when he laughed like this, a bright ringing that echoed within every inch of her own being. She liked the smile that beamed across his lips, the sparkle that danced across his eyes, and he hadn’t looked this happy ever since the baseball game. Even when he looked at her last night with that heated gaze full of emotions, he still seemed ... uncertain, too careful and holding too much back. Not like this, wicked and a bit silly, but completely carefree.

Maybe the softness in her eyes had betrayed what she was thinking, because the next moment, those laughters faded into a faint smile, and the look on Eli’s face turned serious. "To answer your question, I’ll tell him everything," he said softly. "Everything starting from the beginning ... Even if he gets mad at me and threatens to fry me to a golden crisp. Because he needs to know how absolutely amazing his sister is, and how absolutely impossible it is for any man to not fall for her with the most genuine intentions."

The words sent a flutter to Harper’s heart. Though before she could reply, he leaned into her, brushing his thumb over her bottom lip. "And she does have a seductive mouth," he added with a renewed smirk.

"..."

This time, her protest was turned into the sound of muffled whimpers as he sealed that seductive mouth with his own lips.