Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 72692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
She sticks her head out of the shower. “So that crosses me off the potential hire list, eh?”
I give her a withering look that for some reason makes her giggle before she goes back into the shower.
“Oh my God!”
I can’t see her through the fogged glass of the shower door.
“What?”
I’m sliding the glass shower door open before she can respond. Hot water drenches me immediately.
“My hair!” she gasps. “It’s so short! There’s like nothing to lather!”
I breathe more easily, but it doesn’t stop me from slapping her wet ass. I enjoy my red handprint on her naked skin.
“You scared me. Thought something was wrong.”
“I scared you?” she says, clearly amused. “I didn’t know I had that much power.”
I blow out a breath and shake my head, sliding the door shut. “Finish up, Savannah.”
You have way more power than you think.
I go back into the room and change because my clothes are sopping. I glance at the time. We have to move.
My phone buzzes with a call from our head of security.
“Yeah? Any luck?”
“No, sir. The coast is clear. I suspect it was falsely triggered.”
We’ve been trying to find the source of our security breach with no luck. There was nothing out of place on the dance floor, and when we scanned our security footage, everything was as it should be. Then who triggered the alarm? Call me paranoid, but I’ve learned over the years to trust my gut instinct.
“Thank you.”
I call Maman’s bodyguard just to be safe. “Yes, sir?”
“How’s everything there?”
“Fine, sir. All calm. Your mother went shopping with her sister today, and everything went as planned.”
I hang up with him and text Fabien.
Me:
You two still traveling?
His lack of response tells me he is traveling or something’s wrong, so I text Nicolette next.
Me:
How are you two?
Nicolette: Other than being totally freaked out at the thought of my sister alone with you, fine, thanks.
I smirk to myself. She’s ballsy sometimes.
Me:
You have a problem with that?
Nicolette:
Oooooh, yeah. But she’s an adult and so are you, so…
She sends an emoji with a zipper on a smiley face. I take a minute to think before I reply.
Me:
Thanks. I promise she’s safe with me. I’ll take good care of her.
She hearts my text. I put my phone in my pocket.
What exactly does it mean to take care of someone like Savannah?
“Okay! I’m ready!”
I turn around to see Savannah in a tight-fighting black dress that looks like it’s made of crepe paper. No fucking way is she wearing that.
“You are not going out in that.”
“Young lady,” she says, with her hand on her hip. “You forgot the young lady.”
“Fine. You’re not going out in that, young lady.” I take a step toward her. She’s a sassy piece of work and a ray of sunshine all at once.
Looking down, she sighs. “Why? I thought it would be appropriate in a club like this, no?”
“If you were available? Maybe. When you’re with me? No way in hell, woman.”
“When I’m with you?”
I pretend I don’t see the longing in her eyes. I pretend I don’t hear the yearning in her voice. I’d destroy this woman and won’t let myself do that.
“You know you’re with me because I promised your sister I’d protect you.” I step away from her so I don’t lift her in my arms and kiss the fuck out of her. “If I can’t trust you to pick out something half decent, I’ll do it myself.”
Apparently, she’s getting used to me because my acerbic tone doesn’t even faze her. “Oooh, so we’re playing that game now? Where you pick out my clothes?”
I close my eyes and exhale. This isn’t a game. It never was. Does she have any idea what the stakes are?
I turn to face her. “Savannah.”
Paling, she puts on a brave front. “Yes?”
I blow out a breath. Fuck it.
We’re going to interview new hires. She’s with me for an indefinite period of time.
And Jesus, if I don’t have this woman…
I clear my throat and point to the floor in front of me. When I speak, my voice comes out in a low growl. “Come here.”
I love the way her cheeks flush. I love the way she holds my gaze as she walks over to me. I love how the energy between us crackles, like she’s a live wire and I’m about to be burned.
When she reaches me, I pull her closer. I weave my fingers in her short, damp hair and admire its length. “Still perfect for pulling,” I whisper. When I tug her hair, her eyelids flutter closed and she moans, low and deep and hungry.
I can’t help brushing my lips across hers. She tastes so good, I want more. When she licks my tongue, I moan against her lips, unable to control myself. I lift her up by the ass, and her legs quickly encircle me. I deepen the kiss and claim her mouth, I bite her lip and revel in the sharp gasp of pain and the way she moans.