Page 37 of The Prez’s Daughter

“It’s all right, Kimmy, I know who he is. You can close the door on your way out.”

Kimmy looked toward him with a glare, and Savage just smirked.

“Your name is Jimmy Guy?” Savage asked.

“That’s why I’m the real estate guy.” There was not an honest smile on his face, it looked forced. The man looked tired.

“And you decided to hire a woman called Kimmy?”

“I thought it was funny, and quirky, the kind of thing people would remember.” He shrugged. “What do you want, Savage?”

“You want to tell me what your dealings are with Andy Bernadette?”

“Oh, fuck me. When did this all get so complicated?” Jimmy dropped his head back and looked up toward the ceiling. “Look, I don’t know what your beef is with Andy, and I don’t want to get in the middle of it.”

“Why didn’t you want to take a large wedge of cash from him?”

Jimmy stared at him, and he went slightly pale, then sighed. “I should have known this shit was shady.”

“Tell me,” Savage said.

“Look, the old ranch was owned by a guy named William Peterson. He had a couple of kids, but they unfortunately died before he did. There were no other relatives or any of that shit, and he is specific in his request on the sale of his ranch. Anyone who takes on the ranch must be intent on reviving it, either as a ranch house, or literally taking on the whole ranch. In its prime, it was one of the best in the state—prized beef, even earned a few awards for their vegetables.”

“Where’s Peterson now?”

“He’s gone. Died a few years ago, and I know people think I am all about making money, and I am, I’m not going to deny it. But I also believe in integrity, and I do have it. I can’t believe there are people saying I don’t.”

“What’s Andy’s game?”

“He wants to change it, turn it into some kind of venture. He’s seeing a mall that could completely demolish the whole foundation of Rivermont Ridge. However, he knows that is not going to happen, so he is changing up his plans, partway through.”

“And how do you know this?”

“He told me,” Jimmy said. “And I don’t like it, but he’s got ... fuck, he’s blackmailing me, okay? I had a bad past and he’s using that shit, and I’m in a good place, and I know if my woman found out, she’d leave me and take my kids, and I don’t want to be without her, because I fucking love her.”

“You know what, just tell me everything,” Savage said.

Chapter Twelve

Charlotte gasped the moment she walked into the apartment, and Savage was there. She dropped her bag and keys onto the floor and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him back as he ravaged her mouth. She couldn’t get enough of him. She had only seen him that morning, yet that felt too long ago.

He pulled off her sweater, and within a matter of seconds had her jeans completely removed as well. She moaned his name as his hand went straight between her legs, and he started to rub her pussy. She felt so alive and on fire with burning need, she didn’t want it to stop. His name spilled from her lips, and she whimpered with each touch.

“You drive me crazy,” he said. “I’ve missed you all fucking day.”

She pulled and tugged at his leather jacket. They somehow made it through the apartment and got to his dining room table.

“The bedroom is too far away,” he said, and lifted her up, dropping her on her ass.

He tightened his grip around her panties, and they tore from her body.

“I need to taste you,” he said.

She didn’t get a chance to ask him what he meant, as in the next second, his mouth was on her pussy and his tongue danced across her clit.

He growled against her pussy, and his tongue teased her, drawing her to that peak. She didn’t know if it was a good or bad thing that she came within just a few strokes of his tongue. It felt so good, and he kissed his way up her stomach, then took possession of her lips. She could still taste herself on his lips.

He pulled her to the edge of the table, and she heard the unmistakable sound of the zipper as he pulled it down. The sound seemed to echo through the whole room and seemed to be so loud to her ears. She was ready to come apart at the sound of him taking out his cock.