“I know.”
I run my fingers through her hair. “If the people after you find you, they’ll hurt you.” I clench my jaw and tell her the truth. She can take it. “I’d have to kill them.”
She doesn’t respond but catches her breath before she finally whispers, “Really?”
“Of course.”
“They call you The Savage, Thayer,” she says softly. “Why?”
I grit my teeth. I’m not sure I want to tell her. Where did she hear that?
I just earned her trust, and don’t want to do anything that jeopardizes it.
“I know who you are,” she says softly. “I know who Fabien is. I’m not as ignorant as you all may think.”
“I didn’t think you were?—”
There’s a knock at the door. She looks at me with widened eyes before she looks down and realizes she’s naked on my lap. My dick throbs and I stifle a groan. Hello, blue balls.
“Get dressed,” I say in a low voice, as I guide her off my lap.
The sight of her running to get some clothes makes me stifle a second groan.
Jesus.
I rise, adjust myself, curse under my breath, and head to the door. I peek out. Cosette stands with a small black bag over her shoulder, biting her lip.
I blow out a breath. Totally forgot about the haircut.
“Just a minute.” I look over my shoulder to see Savannah’s wearing a little dress, likely with no panties on underneath in her haste to get covered. I close my eyes and take a deep breath.
“Is this okay?”
“Yeah, baby,” I whisper tightly. “You look great. It’s Cosette.”
I open the door. “Hi,” I say with a smile that probably looks threatening because I swear Cosette cowers. “Come in.”
Savannah smiles warmly at her, looking as natural as can be, as if I didn’t just spank her ass and make her climax on my lap. But when her eyes drop to Cosette’s bag, her smile falters.
Poor girl doesn’t want to cut her hair. Who could blame her? Someone with highlighter-pink hair’s making a damn statement and changing that on her will mute her.
“Are you ready?” Cosette asks gently.
Savannah lifts her chin and nods. “I’m ready.”
It’s a big step, moving past her old self and into the new. A clear declaration that she isn’t who she once was anymore.
“Okay, let’s head to the bathroom. It’ll be easier to clean up in there, and it’s nice and spacious.” She looks over her shoulder at me. “Sir, they told me to remind you your guests will be here at ten o’clock.”
“Thank you.”
I take out my phone as Cosette covers the toilet seat lid with a towel. Savannah sits, draws her shoulders back, and lets out a breath.
My guests.I know exactly who’s behind this.
Me:
Lyam, why the hell do I have guests coming here at ten? I didn’t book anything. You have anything to do with this?
