Elena insists Harper stay and watch

Harper’s first instinct is to retreat. She takes a step back toward the door. “I’ll go, I didn’t realize—”

Before she can make a hasty exit, Elena’s voice cuts through the air like a knife. “Where do you think you’re going?”

Harper freezes. “I must have… mixed up the time. Or something. I’m sorry!”

Elena’s eyes flash as she steps closer. She is still frightfully naked. Her curves, her breasts, her posture, are as enchanting as always. “We talked about you watching me with a man. This is just that. Don’t tell me you’re suddenly too shy to handle it.”

Harper tries to look anywhere else but the man’s body and his erect cock. “It’s not… sudden.”

Elena’s hand touches her chin. “So you’re saying you didn’t like what you saw?”

Harper’s eyes dart between Elena and her partner, who remains lounging on the sofa. “What does that matter? I shouldn’t be… peeping,” she says. Her voice is high and tight like a steam whistle.

Elena’s tone is firm. “Exactly. You might not have been prepared, but that doesn’t mean you didn’t respond to it.” She steps closer and places a hand on Harper’s arm. “You’ve got nothing to be ashamed of, darling.”

Harper’s eyes meet Elena’s, and she realizes that her friend is challenging her. Confidence radiates from Elena and she feels the ghost of their kiss on her lips. “I’ll stay,” she whispers. Just to watch, she thinks. There’s nothing wrong with watching. She takes a seat on the edge of the sofa, and Elena’s partner looks at her with an approving smile.

Elena’s face lights up. “Good.”