My brows pulled together as I picked up the phone and opened the message.Maybe she was wondering where—
Everything simplystopped.
My breath caught in my throat as I stared at the screen—stared at the agonizingly beautiful woman looking straight at me.The sketchpad slid flat against my thighs as I sat up, spine straight, eyes running down her body like my last breath depended on it.
Maybe it did.
Savannah.
Her usual dress code was enough to make me double take.This…Savannah dressed in nothing but black lace was going to be the death of me.
Her body was angled just enough to suggest instead of show, with confidence threading through her posture like a secret she’d spent years keeping.Her eyes weren’t trying to seduce the camera—but they weren’t running from it, either.
“Fuck,” I muttered, my eyes landing on the curve of her hips and down to the single jewel on her panties.
I couldn't look away.
Maybe a part of me didn't want to look away because I was afraid the picture would disappear—because there was no way this image was for me, right?One could never tell with Nerissa, and she knew sending me this would have me falling over the deep end.
I told you she was a tiny devil.
You all didn't believe me.
Wait a damn minute, she’s with Nerissa?
I held back the scoff and shook my head.Of course she is.Go figure that Rissa would be spending more time with my fake girlfriend than I was.Fantastic.
Fucking hell, look at her legs.
Savannah didn’t look like a law student or that bastard's ex-fiancée or the woman who held herself together with discipline and control.She looked… dangerous—like she was a woman you never wanted to cross.
She looked like mine.
And I was absolutely, catastrophically enchanted.
I zoomed in before I could stop myself.
Tracked the curve of her waist.The line of her collarbone.The way her lips parted just slightly, like she was teasing me with the idea of her lips spreading for something else.
Heat flared inside me, rising and roaring and threatening to take over.I could hear the pounding of my heart as if it were a drum beside my ear.And my dick was stirring in my pants.
I’d seen and been with beautiful women before, all naked and confident and bold.None of them had ever made my chest ache like this.
“You good over there?”Jesse asked, glancing at me from the corner of his eye.
I didn’t answer.
Ari leaned back, smirk already loaded.“Oh, I know that face.He's over there sexting his girl.Gross, dude.We're right here.Unless you want to show—”
“Do not finish that sentence.”
My glare cut to him, pulling me out of my trance.
“Testy.”His knowing smirk just widened, and he returned his gaze to the game.
Rolling my eyes, I closed the photo—painfully, trust me—and tried to call her.When she didn't answer, I typed.
JAXON
