I sigh and pinch the bridge of my nose. “I just — he makes me allbothered.”
“Bothered?” She chokes out a laugh, “Is that your way of saying youwanthim to dick you down?”
“Good God, woman, can you stop saying it like that!”
She chuckles, “Just saying it how it is, babe. But is it? Do you want to screw Dean Archer?”
My cheeks are burning hotter now, and my heart is pounding. “Savannah!” I whine.
She laughs louder, “Youdo!”
“It doesn’t even matter because it will never happen!”
“What? Why?” She sobers.
“Because…” I trail off.
“Give me one good reason why you shouldn’t go after something you want. One good reason.”
“He’s my boss.”
“Wrong,” She quirks her brow, “Next.”
“I’m a mess.”
“Wrong again.”
“He doesn’t even really know me!”
“What? So, he doesn’t know your real name or what you left behind. Does that define you?”
“Right now?” I sigh, “Yes.”
“Sloane,” Sav sighs softly, “You deserve to be happy. Even if that happiness is fleeting and it’s found sleeping with a guy who will treat you right, even if it’s just once.”
“And I’m just supposed to sleep with him once and then work for him every day like it didn’t happen?”
“Hm,” She contemplates, “You’re right. I’ve seen the way he looks at you, and it doesn’t strike me as a onetime thing for him, he’s probably like his brother.”
“What do you mean?” I frown.
“Possessive,” She waggles her brows and giggles, “Obsessive too.”
“And that is exactly what Idon’tneed.”
“Or maybe you do,” She shrugs.
I roll my eyes at her, leaning back onto the cushions but lurch forward only a second later, a scream building in my throat as the front door slams open aggressively. Savannah immediately curls around Lily to protect her, but then Dean storms into the room, looking a little manic as his eyes land on me.
“What is it?” I stand, trying to get my breathing under control.
And then I see it. The blood. On his hand, a speck of it on his right cheek, and splotches on the white material of his sling.
“I’m sorry, Butterfly,” He says in a voice barely above a whisper, genuine regret filling his eyes.
“What’s happened?” I swallow. Did he find out about my past? Did he do something? Fuck, did he go asking about me!? “What did you do!?”
No. No.No.
