Ho-ly.Shit!
I nod.
Where the hell is he taking me?
And more importantly… who the hellishe?
“You’ll walk beside me. You’ll stay silent except to answer my questions if I speak to you. I’ll bring you to my private suite and then you can have more freedom, but until then, you are nothing more than my property.”
His. Property.
I should be appalled.
I’m actually a little appalled that I’mnotappalled.
I’m more curious than anything.
I’d like to see him keep his hands off me underthesecircumstances. Ha!
Nicolette would only shake her head.
Nicolette.
Surely Fabien and Nicolette know where we’re going. Why have they never mentioned anything to me before? Do they all think I’m a child or something? I’m in grad school, for crying out loud. I’ve moved to another continent and learned the language, earned a massive scholarship for grad school, and have even,though Nicolette doesn’t know this yet, written three mystery thrillers. Okay, so they’re not published yet, but I’m getting there. I want to know I’m able to do it on my own, without the help of Fabien and Nicolette.
It sounds like Thayer’s either talking on the phone or giving instructions to someone, I can’t quite tell which. But I tell my overactive imagination to take a breather and start paying attention either way.
We’ve stopped moving, that much I can tell. Voices, speaking in rapid French at a bit of a distance, move past us and come back. God, I wish I couldsee.What do they look like when they see Thayer?
My word is law and my command absolute.
What does that mean? And why does it make my body comealive?
“Savannah.” Again, he says my name. Again, when he does, I wish he’d say it again.
I shouldn’t care about him any more now that I know what an asshole he can be. It was a lot easier to be hot for him and fuel my schoolgirl fantasies when I didn’t know that he was sarcastic and rude and bossy.
I also didn’t know how well he kissed, either.
Or how hard his body was.
Or how good he smelled.
Gah!
I try to will myself to remember he can be callous and impolite. But a part of me wonders if it isn’t just an act. Why would he kissme if he isn’t attracted to me? Would a guy like him go out of his way to protect me on mere principle?
The more I try to resist him, the more I find myself longing for more.
I want to see what it’s like to be with a man whose “word is law and command absolute.”
He’s already blindfolded and tied me up and threatened to spank me. He laughed at my reference to kink. And what the hell kind of a place is frequented by people who don’t care about things like… potential servitude?
“We’re here. From now on, you’ll pretend that you’re mine, Savannah.”
Why does my throat ache at that?
I’m afraid to ask the question but can’t help it.
