Savannah growls in frustration, gesturing to the biometric palm scanner. “Home. Or at least trying to go home.”
Ah. She doesn’t have security access to the elevator. I should remedy that.
Or perhaps not…
“Perfect. Give me just a moment.” I move around her, strolling to my office to gather my things, and I shoot a text off to Sterling.
When I return to the elevator, Savannah stands there with her shoulders raised until they’re just under her ears. “Seriously?”
I go through the security measures to get the elevator going, pretending as if her fit isn’t amusing. The ding sounds again, and I motion for her to enter ahead of me. “Shall we?”
She eyes me warily as she passes. “Sure.”
Neither of us speaks a word for the short elevator ride, and when we reach the first floor, Savannah takes off, crossing the lobby at a light jog.
Internally, I groan, then run after her. She struggles with the revolving door, slowing her down and allowing me to catch up.
Sterling waits at the curb, standing at the rear of the limo. When he sees me, he opens the door, but Savannah darts away down the sidewalk.
I throw my briefcase to Sterling like it’s a football, and I don’t stick around to see if he catches it.
Savannah can run all she wants, but she’s not getting away.
When I found out that she lives in Brooklyn and commutes to her job every day by using the subway, I almost lost my mind. So here I am putting a stop to that part of her routine. Even if it means I look like a crazy person in the process.
Shouldering people out of the way, I catch up, I grasp her hand and pull, bringing her to a stop. Spinning her around, I bend my knees, angling my shoulder in her stomach. My arms wrap around her thighs, and I stand up straight.
“Put me down!” She screeches. Savannah struggles, kicking her feet and pounding her fists on my back, something I’ll feel tomorrow. But this is worth it.
“Calm down. You’re making a scene,” I mock scold her.
I don’t actually care if people are staring. They can take a damn picture for all I care. It’ll be something they can show their friends later.
When I approach Sterling, who has my briefcase in one hand and uses his other to hold the door open, he asks, “Everything okay, sir?”
“Just peachy.” I bend back down, dropping Savannah in the seat. She looks up at me, outraged and adorably rumpled.
“Seriously,” she shouts while slamming her fists on the bench on either side of her.
Pinching my lips together, I hide my smile before opening my mouth again. “Mind scooting over? I need to get in.”
Savannah’s mouth opens and closes, shocked and unsure what to say.
Tired of the cold air, I start to get in the car, causing Savannah to instinctively move over and make room for me.
Sterling sets my briefcase inside the limo on the floor by my feet and shuts the door.
“What are you doing? Do you kidnap all your employees, or am I just that special?”
I don’t respond to her outburst, which only serves to amplify her indignation.
Savannah waves her hands around wildly. “You can’t just grab people off the street.”
Frowning with a shrug, I reply, “I don’t grab people off the street.” When she points to herself, I add, “You’re not people.”
She rolls her eyes. “Then, what am I? An alien?”
I snort at her dramatics. “No, you’re a beautiful woman.”
