“Okay! I’m ready!”
I turn around to see Savannah in a tight-fighting black dress that looks like it’s made of crepe paper. No fucking way is she wearing that.
“You are not going out in that.”
“Young lady,” she says, with her hand on her hip. “You forgot the young lady.”
“Fine. You’re not going out in that, young lady.” I take a step toward her. She’s a sassy piece of work and a ray of sunshine all at once.
Looking down, she sighs. “Why? I thought it would be appropriate in a club like this, no?”
“If you were available? Maybe. When you’re with me? No way in hell, woman.”
“When I’m with you?”
I pretend I don’t see the longing in her eyes. I pretend I don’t hear the yearning in her voice. I’d destroy this woman and won’t let myself do that.
“You know you’re with me because I promised your sister I’d protect you.” I step away from her so I don’t lift her in my armsand kiss the fuck out of her. “If I can’t trust you to pick out something half decent, I’ll do it myself.”
Apparently, she’s getting used to me because my acerbic tone doesn’t even faze her. “Oooh, so we’re playing that game now? Where you pick out my clothes?”
I close my eyes and exhale. This isn’t a game. It never was. Does she have any idea what the stakes are?
I turn to face her. “Savannah.”
Paling, she puts on a brave front. “Yes?”
I blow out a breath.Fuck it.
We’re going to interview new hires. She’s with me for an indefinite period of time.
And Jesus, if I don’t have this woman…
I clear my throat and point to the floor in front of me. When I speak, my voice comes out in a low growl. “Come here.”
I love the way her cheeks flush. I love the way she holds my gaze as she walks over to me. I love how the energy between us crackles, like she’s a live wire and I’m about to be burned.
When she reaches me, I pull her closer. I weave my fingers in her short, damp hair and admire its length. “Still perfect for pulling,” I whisper. When I tug her hair, her eyelids flutter closed and she moans, low and deep and hungry.
I can’t help brushing my lips across hers. She tastes so good, I want more. When she licks my tongue, I moan against her lips, unable to control myself. I lift her up by the ass, and her legs quickly encircle me. I deepen the kiss and claim her mouth, Ibite her lip and revel in the sharp gasp of pain and the way she moans.
I’ve never wanted anyone so badly in my life. Every other woman before her is a wisp of imagination, nothing more than a fading dream whose plot lines I’ve forgotten. I already know making love to her would be fuckingunforgettable.
I pull away with reluctance. “We have to go,” I mumble with a growl.
“Where to? They can wait,” she says, reaching for my collar.
“Savannah,” I groan. “I have to do interviews.”
“Fuck the interviews,” she whispers in my ear, giving me one more kiss. I kiss her back, then release her, slide her onto the floor and give her a warning look.
“Don’t tempt me, woman. I mean it. If you tempt me again?—”
“You’ll show me the closet?” she asks hopefully.
I narrow my eyes at her. “No, I’ll tie you to my bed and bring you to the edge of climax and leave you there.”
“Thayer!” she gasps. “You wouldn’t!”
