The way her lips part tells me she wasn’t expecting that answer. “Why am I here?”
“I’m giving you a ride home,” I say it as if it’s obvious, which in my opinion, it is.
She sighs, irritated. “Again, why?”
“You really think I’m going to let you take a taxi? Or worse, the subway? I think the fuck not,” I retort. “Give Sterling your address,” I instruct Savannah.
“Who’s Sterling?” Her nose wrinkles adorably as she looks around.
Tilting my head toward the front of the car, I reply, “My driver.”
Again, Savannah’s jaw drops as she finally takes in her surroundings. I watch as her eyes bounce from the leather seats to the minibar to Sterling and back to the leather.
A horn blares outside the car, and someone shouts at us for remaining parked, making Savannah jump.
I urge her again. “Address.”
She eyes me but relents, rambling off her address. I didn’t actually need it, but she doesn’t need to know that I already know almost everything about her. That’s not a smart way to start a relationship.
Savannah doesn’t need to know how crazy I am…yet.
Sterling merges with the flow of cars and heads for Brooklyn, raising the privacy window into place.
Savannah makes herself comfortable, nestling into the seat and removing her jacket and purse. “I’ve never had an employer insist so strongly to give me a ride home.”
I position my arm along the back of the seat and behind Savannah, leaving a gap between our bodies. “But I’m not just your boss, Savannah. I’m a friend.”
“Friend is a strong word.” Savannah raises her brows, turning to me.
“Way to kick me when I’m down,” I mutter quietly, but not so quietly that she can’t hear me.
“How are you the one that’s down in this situation?”
I frown. “A beautiful woman refused my offer to drive her home.”
“You didn’t give her much of a choice.” She pokes me in my side. I don’t know if it’s supposed to hurt or convey her annoyance because her touch is a little more than a tickle.
“My car is much nicer than public transportation,” I comment.
Savannah shakes her head at me and looks out her window. I don’t like that her focus isn’t on me anymore. I need her every thought to be of me, just like all of mine are of her.
“I highly doubt my refusal to be your charity case did any real damage to your pride. I’m sure there are plenty of other women who would jump at the opportunity. You could just ask Blair and you’d feel all better.”
Her voice ends with a little bite to it, and she still doesn’t look at me.
Is my Heartbreaker jealous?
I’m sure I look like a smug bastard right now, but I don’t care. The woman who has been on my mind from sunup to sundown doesn’t like the thought of me with another.
Of course, I’m smug right now.
I drop my arm and move closer to her, closing the space between us. “Savannah.” She won’t look at me, so I place my hand on her cheek, guiding her to face me. But her eyes are glued to her lap. “Look at me.” I infuse my words with a commanding tone.
Nibbling at her lip, she finally gifts me with her beautiful eyes. “You’re pushy.”
Ignoring her accurate observation, I give her some honesty. “I wouldn’t bring another woman in here.”
“Why not?”
