“What the he?—”
“You.” My voice is harsh, and she stares at me with her forehead wrinkled. I raise a finger and beckon her to follow me. “In my office.Now,” I bite out.
I’m furious.
At her.
It’s illogical.
But she is in trouble.
8
JULIAN
Savannah doesn’t question my demand and, to my surprise, grasps the urgency and follows me, hot on my heels. I begin pacing in front of my desk once we’re in my office.
“You are unbelievable,” I tell her.
“Me?” She points to herself as she stands still in the middle of my office, completely bewildered. “What have I done now?”
I shake my head, pinching the bridge of my nose in the process as my headache forms. “Because of you, I lost that deal.”
“W-What?” she stammers. “How? What did I do?”
I stop mid-pace, and I point my index finger at her. “It’s you and your bewitching ways. That’s what happened.”
Her arms fall to her sides, and her jaw slides to the side because this is Savannah, and she is preparing herself for a debate. “Enlighten me,” she volleys back dryly at me.
Taking a few steps her way, I’m well aware that I must look like a man crazed. “It’s you and that dress or some mystical perfume or something.”
Her mouth gapes open. “Really?”She snickers. “I am to blame for this?”
“Yes. It’s because of you I told him to take a hike.”
She crosses her arms over her chest, which only brings my attention to her respectable cleavage; even covered it can still send a man into a meltdown, especially since I’ve seen her down to her bare skin.
I continue, “I ruined the deal all because of you.”
I’m staring at her back as she quickly goes to the open door and shuts it before she faces me again. “I will not accept blame for whatever happened, because I wasn’t in the room.”
“You don’t need to be in the room,” I nearly shout.
Her hand sweeps through her hair, which is down and framing her face, and she lets out a frustrated grumble. “You make zero sense right now.”
“Clark couldn't care less about business, as he was more concerned with you and your lack of a wedding ring.” I puff out my chest, and it only highlights that my heart rate is uneven.
Something about my sentence causes her to change her mood, and I swear that cursed sexy smirk of hers appears because she is the devil in my head. Her slow strides have me very concerned.
“Why would you care what he thinks of me?”
I look to the side and pretend to be unaffected. “I don’t. But it was a waste of my time.”
“Huh, not jealous?”
I scoff at the absurdness. “Of him? Never.”
Our eyes meet and are instantly locked in a standoff. This woman has me thinking illogically, yet I’m very aware of the tether that is about to snap between us.
