Chapter 2

Harper woke up groggy, sunlight slicing through the cheap blinds and landing right on her face. The clock said almost ten. She lay there a second, staring at the ceiling, the echoes of last night still stuck in her head like a song she didn’t want to remember. She rolled out of bed, made it with the same tight corners she always used, then pulled on an oversized blue T-shirt and baggy gray sweatpants that swallowed her small, tight butt and did their best to hide her DD chest. At five-four she felt like she took up almost no space at all, which was exactly how she liked it right now.

She padded into the kitchen hoping it would be empty.

It wasn’t.

Jade sat at the little table in nothing but an open black silk robe that had given up pretending to cover anything. Five-ten and completely at ease, red hair tousled from sleep, sharp blue eyes half-lidded as she scrolled her phone. Her full DD breasts hung heavy and bare, nipples soft in the warm morning light. The robe gaped wide down her thin waist, showing the smooth, bare swell of her pussy between casually spread thighs. Her curvy ass pressed against the wooden seat like it belonged there. She looked like she’d decided clothes were optional for the day.

“Coffee’s cold,” Jade said without looking up, voice low and bored. “Make a fresh pot. And wipe the counter—my girl last night left a sticky mess.”

Harper’s face went hot. She kept her blue eyes glued to the floor tiles and did what she was told. Four hundred dollars. Four hundred dollars. The words looped in her head while she poured beans and scrubbed the dried ring of oat milk. Every time she moved she could feel the weight of Jade’s casual nakedness behind her, but she refused to look.

The day stretched out the same way.

Jade stayed in the open robe for hours, tits and pussy on full display while she did lazy stretches on the living-room rug, long legs kicked up, curvy ass flexing as she held some yoga pose on her phone. She made Harper move the couch three inches so she could “get the right angle.” She made Harper fetch her water, her charger, the remote—every order snapped out in that same arrogant tone, no please, no thank you. Harper kept her answers short and polite, jaw tight, reminding herself why she was here. By three in the afternoon she’d retreated to her room, textbook open, earbuds in, trying to study for her accounting midterm. She opened a couple of apartment listings just to torture herself. Nothing came close to four hundred a month. She closed the tabs and told herself she could handle one more week.