“Savannah!”
“Seriously, that’s exactly what Fabien and Nicolette were saying, and I don’t need to hear it all over again.”
“Are you serious right now?”
“Fucking hell,” Mario says, his eyes wide. “Savannah, there isn’t a woman in my family who’s allowed to brush her teeth without a damn guard.”
Lyam nods. “I’m shocked Fabien allowed this.”
“Guards are for special people. Celebrities?” she says, as if that explains anything. “Rich people. Not people likeme.And I’m not actually Fabien’s sister, so he has no say. And this is ridiculous because I’m not someone anyone would even target.”
“Wrong. Your sister married into the Gerard family. That alone puts you at risk.”
She lets out a sigh worthy of an award. “Fine. Alright. After this I have to admit I do need a guard, so I guess you all will have your way.”
The rest of the trip goes off without a hitch. We land, and she scans the horizon for any sign of where we are. Though she’s familiar with Corsica, she won’t know our exact destination.
I wait until we’re safely seated in our escort car, Mario and Lyam in a separate car to follow us, before I lay down the laws she won’t like.
“Now, we talk.”
Savannah eyes me warily. She’s as squashed in the corner of the car as possible, her arms crossed over her chest like a child.
She needs someone to break through that exterior. Break down her defenses. Break through that resistance.
I wonder how she’d react to a spanking.
I don’t know how long I’ll have her, but we will find out.
“I’m going to blindfold you before we go in.”
“Oooh, kinky, are we?” She’s trying to be witty or funny, but I can only shake my head.
“Oh, Savannah. Love. You have no idea.”
“You can’t—do you—I mean, if you—” She pauses. “Thayer.”
“Savannah.”
“Don’t say my name like that,” she whispers, then looks away quickly, as if regretting what she just said. Shaking her head, she grimaces. “Forget I said that.”
Why does she ask me that? Why doesn’t she want me to say her name? It’s a strange request.
I love her name. It’s old-fashioned, feminine, and beautiful… all the things I like best about her.
“Like I said, it’s time to talk,” I begin. “I’m taking you to an exclusive club. At this club, clients pay very high-end prices for anonymity and privacy. Only certain members are allowed entry. You’ll likely… see things that might be a little… foreign to you.”
She eyes me with suspicion. "What do you mean? And how do you know what I have and have not seen? Is this like some kind of kinky sex club?”
There’s no hiding the truth, so I nod. “Something like that.”
“Ahhh,” she says, nodding with a little grin. “Really?” she drawls in a classic Southern Belle imitation. “Why, Thayer. I had no idea.”
I blow out a stream of breath and turn away. “I know.”
I need this woman alone, in private, andnow.
“My, my,” she says with a teasing glint in her eyes. “What else do you hide behind that tough exterior?” She reaches for my hand and strokes her thumb along the top of it. My dick twitches and my pulse spikes.Fucking hell.
