SEVEN
SAVANNAH
Camden hissesthrough his teeth and turns away, though I don’t miss how he adjusts himself before he turns back and guides me through an open door down the hall. I’ve heard about the dangers of going into dark spaces with strangers, especially older men, once or twice, but with Camden this close, there’s no chance I’ll follow the rules.
He is the perfect first mark.
Charming, gorgeous, wealthy. A catch in every sense. And totally unattainable. But I imagine women throw themselves at him all the time. That he’s the kind of man who will enjoy them for the night and then spit them out the next day.
He’s a lucky man tonight, though, because I swallow, and I intend to enjoy the hell out of him too.
I don’t even feel bad about using him as my first guinea pig. I’ll show him a good time, and then I’ll prove my point.
If you want a man like Camden Snow, you don’t play his game. You walk away.
There’s a pretty good chance he’ll let you, and then you’ll save yourself some heartbreak.
I guess that could be a part of this series of articles too. Tips for spotting the kind of men who aren’t looking for a real connection andhow to avoid being ensnared. If, that is, you’re looking for an actual relationship. I’m not, so proving my point won’t be a hardship.
Tomorrow I’ll walk away from Camden Snow with my heart intact.
But tonight I’ll enjoy the hell out of this ride.
At the end of the hall, we’re met with another wall of windows, and the view nearly knocks me back. “Holy shit.”
Camden chuckles low in his throat. “It’s pretty nice, right?”
“Nice?” I scoff. “This might just be the best view in Boston.”
On the other side of the glass is Boston Harbor in all its glory. The moon glows low in the deep inky sky, giving the water a magical glistening, shimmering effect.
The house is loud, but as he leads me out through a sliding glass door and closes it behind him, silence descends.
“No, the view from my bedroom is absolutely better,” he promises.
Heart tripping, I turn back to him. I keep my expression schooled, only raising a brow.
He shrugs. “Doesn’t mean I’m going to show it to you.”
“You will,” I assure him as I walk to the edge of the stone patio.
To my right is a hot tub. The lid is pulled back and the water is bubbling. I almost laugh at how fucking sexy this place is, and that’s not even considering the man who owns it. It’s a quintessential bachelor pad, and I’m sure he does very well in that department. A woman would merely need to see this place to drop her panties.
I lean against the stone wall that separates the property from the harbor and breathe in the cold, salty New England air. I’ll never get enough of the seasons. Being from Las Vegas, the cold of my first winter here was a shock. But the fall season had already enchanted me, and I was in love with the place, so there was no going back. It took some time to adjust, but now, in my opinion, there’s nothing as magical as a wintry night in Boston. This already incredible view would only be enhanced if there was snow falling around us.
Almost makes me wish I was going to be around to see it.
But all we get is tonight. It’s all anyone gets with me.
With that reminder, I spin and face Camden. He’s already watching me, and the intensity in his expression causes my throat to go dry.
“So what do you do, Savannah?” Camden murmurs.
“I work forJolie.”
His eyes light up. “My buddy’s wife just took over as creative director.”
“Yeah, Sienna. She’s actually the one who gave me this dress.” I hold one arm out. “She told me to watch out for you too.”
