Page 18 of The Prez’s Daughter

She went to his freezer and pulled out a carton of vanilla ice cream. “See?”

“Wow,” he said.

“So, Savage, do you want to try one of my hot chocolate bombes?” she asked.

She looked so freaking innocent, and he needed to get his head out of the gutter.

“I’ll try a bombe.”

She looked way too giddy.

He made his way to his sitting room, collapsing on the sofa. He heard Charlotte bustling around the kitchen, and he leaned back, trying to get his emotions under control. Part of him wanted to go find Andy and hurt him. There was real anger brewing inside him, ready to explode at a moment’s notice. He wanted to fucking kill that little bastard. How dare he touch Charlotte that way? It pissed him off. If Doc found out, he knew the club would be on a mission, and it wouldn’t be hard. He couldn’t tell Doc. For now, Andy had made an enemy out of him.

Minutes passed, and Charlotte appeared, carrying two mugs in one hand, which she placed on the coffee table, on a couple of coasters. She also had the ice cream, and he saw two spoons peeking out the top.

“Thank you for tonight,” she said. “I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t turned up. That went from like zero to a hundred so fast. Do you know what sucks?”

“Nope, what?”

“I have no idea what he was going to say.”

This did make him frown. “Before you came over. He was going to say something, and now, I don’t know what he was going to say.”

“Is it important?”

“I guess not. But it would be curious, wouldn’t it. Especially with asking me on a date. I don’t get it. He looked so impatient. Like I’m the one that forced him to go on this date. Trust me, I didn’t do any such thing. The guy is a total asshole.” She shrugged. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. You can tell me how much of an asshole he has been all night long.”

Charlotte laughed. “I’m so grateful you were there. Truly, I am.”

“I’ve got your back.” He took a scoopful of ice cream and swallowed it down.

“How did you know, though?”

“How did I know what?” he asked.

“That I was in trouble, or that he was hurting me.”

Savage stroked a finger across her wrist. “I saw,” he said.

“You saw?”

“Yep, that was all it was. I saw he was hurting you, and I had to stop it.”

She leaned her head back. “Thank you, I appreciate it. So, do all dates end like this?” she asked.

“No.”

Charlotte laughed. “How would you know? You admitted you had never dated anyone.”

“True, but I also know how I would end a date.”

“You do?” she asked.

“Yeah.”

“Would you show me?”