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10. One Percenter
Sutton knows what the problem is immediately. I can sense it in the way he embraces me, the way it turns from seductive to comforting, the way he seems to almost let me go. “Harper,” he says gently. “You’re so strong. It’s okay to need a break.” “I want more than a break,” I say, full of grim, self-recriminating guilt. It takes me twenty minutes with my eyes squeezed tight, building myself to act normal, act natural, before I can even walk into a room with her. And another twenty minutes muffling my tears into a pillow after I leave. I need one night with these men, because I know they can distract me. Even if they break my heart afterward. He turns my hand over and threads his fingers through mine. “You can lean on us.” Christopher leans back across the table. “Lean on us?” “Yes,” Su
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