“I’m more of a city girl.”
He grins. “You ever been to Nashville?” he asks. “It is a city. And it’s the perfect place to visit in the winter, when the weather is fucking miserable here.”
I shake my head. “I love the winters here. Give me snow and a roaring fire any day of the week.”
His eyes, the same shade as his drink, dip to my lips. “That could be arranged.”
I swallow back a huff. Only a billionaire would assume he could manipulate the fucking weather to get a woman into bed.
I take a sip of my vodka soda, chastising myself for being so judgmental. He’s a nice guy, and he’s making an effort to get to know me. I’m supposed to be flirting with him so I can get that much-needed date.
It wasn’t this hard with Camden. Not even close. The conversation flowed so easily. It may have turned ridiculous at points, but there were no awkward silences and no grasping for topics to discuss.
Here I go again, thinking of the man who’s already forgotten me.
“I’m a big fan of music, though,” I say, pushing thoughts of Camden from my mind. “So I’m sure I’d love Nashville.”
“So you haven’t been, then?”
“Nope. I haven’t traveled much. I moved here after college and never left.”
“And outside of working for my aunt,” he asks, “what do you do for fun?”
“Pole dancing,” I say with a smile.
Of course, that answer immediately makes me think of Camden again. This is getting absurd.
Coughing, Theo sets his glass down a little too hard. “What?”
A laugh bubbles out of me. “I take pole dancing classes at a gym down the street from my apartment. It’s a really good workout.”
He breaks into a smile so pretty it hurts. “I’m sure it is. Maybe I should try it. You think you could show me how to do it?”
Shrugging, I bite down on my lip, turning up the flirtation a notch. “I’m sure that could be arranged.”
“The fuck it can,” a low voice growls.
Before I can turn, my chair is being yanked back. I’m gripping the seat on either side of me to keep from wobbling when a hard-jawed Camden Snow comes into view.
His tone shouldn’t make me wet. The possessive attitude is ridiculous after he failed to call me for six freaking days. Yet I have to squeeze my thighs together so I don’t leave a mark on the seat.
“What the fuck?” Theo says from my other side. “Savannah, do you know this guy?”
“This guy,” Camden grits out, his expression lethal. “Go on, baby girl, tell him who I am.”
The way my mouth almost forms the word should be criminal. I will not say it. He doesn’t get that title.
Has he lost his damn mind? Have I?
I flatten my lips. I don’t trust my slutty mouth to behave.
“Camden, what the hell?” A blond appears at his side, fingers wrapped around his bicep, and tugs him backward.
It’s exactly the glass of water my libido needs to be doused with. Of course he’s here with another woman.
The nerve of this man.
With absolute daggers in his direction, I say to Theo, “Yeah, unfortunately, I do know him.” Sitting taller, I pull my shoulders back. “This is Camden Snow. As you can see, he’s a bit older than us, so maybe he’s a little senile. I guess he forgot that our time together came to an end quite a while ago.”
