The woman is a walking red flag. It’s obvious she’s not my biggest fan, but I still find myself curious about her. There’s a fire in her eyes that calls to me. I barely know her, and yet I’ve never wanted a woman more than I want Savannah.
I’m not sure what my interest in her means, but there’s only one way to find out…and I really fucking love a challenge.
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Savannah
“Goodmorning,Savannah.”Mydoorman, Roberto, greets me as I exit the elevator.
I’m beat after pulling the night shift at the hospital, but Roberto’s sweet personality and enthusiasm give me a positive energy jump. He is the friendliest employee who works here in the building. He gives off Santa vibes with his kind nature, jolly middle, and bushy white beard and hair. I adore him.
“Hi, Roberto. How are you today?”
“I’m doing wonderful now that I’ve seen your lovely face.” Roberto winks at me, making me giggle.
I stop at the front desk. “You are too much. How’s Amaya?”
“She is doing great. Thank you for asking, sweetheart.” Roberto’s wife took a nasty fall in the shower and broke her hip a couple of weeks back.
“Of course. Please let me know if she needs anything. I have lots of contacts at the hospital.”
“I will—” Roberto doesn’t finish his thought as the door to the building’s main entrance opens.
My mouth goes dry as a shirtless Nico comes striding into the building, wearing a pair of low-slung black gym shorts and jogging shoes. He’s the perfect male specimen. Six feet, three inches of pure muscle. His muscles have muscles. Each one is hard and defined. They look as if they were carved from marble.
I haven’t seen him since I saw him in the hallway with his mom. Cat Romero was so sweet introducing herself. I can tell she’s spunky as hell and definitely knows how to handle her son. It was funny to hear her ordering him to help. I did not see Nico being a mama’s boy on my bingo card.
It somehow makes him hotter.
Nico pulls the shirt hanging from the back of his shorts and wipes his forehead with it.
My eyes have a mind of their own as they focus on the way his heaving chest shimmers in the sunlight as he catches his breath. My gaze ghosts over the intricate black ink that covers every inch of Nico’s upper body—his chest, back, stomach, neck, arms.
Holy crap on a cracker, who knew tattoos were so dang hot?
“Nico!” Roberto shouts, startling me out of my trance.
Of course, Nico’s steel-gray eyes immediately find mine, sending a bolt of energy through me. My cheeks heat, and my heart beats wildly in my chest. We maintain eye contact the entire length of the lobby until he stands beside me at the concierge desk.
The scent of leather, and something masculine and uniquely Nico, makes me dizzy. My knees wobble, and heat curls like smoke between my legs, and my core clenches air.
Geez, even his sweat smells delicious.
Anger bubbles in my belly at my traitorous thoughts and my body’s reaction to this man.
He’s a playboy who broke your sister’s heart, I remind myself.
“Hey, Roberto,” Nico drawls, his focus never leaving my face. I fight the urge to squirm under his penetrating gaze. “Hey, vicious”
I narrow my eyes at him for the use of that annoying nickname.
“Nickelodeon,” I ground out.
Nico barks a laugh, and the sound washes over me like deliciously sweet sprinkles on ice cream.
“Original.” He chuckles.
Fighting a shiver, I cross my arms over my body like a shield, but all it does is squish my boobs together and draw Nico’s attention. My nipples stiffen beneath the fabric of my sports bra as he licks his lips appreciatively.
