Page 4 of The Prez’s Daughter

Charlotte’s eyes went wide. “Your bed?” She looked back toward the bed, which was very nicely made, and he liked that.

Savage couldn’t stand mess and did believe some of the men to be complete and total slobs. It was why he made sure none of them tried to use his room to take any of the club women. He wasn’t interested in sleeping in a bed that had lots of other people fucking inside it.

“I’m so sorry. I had no idea this was your bed.”

“Here,” he said, handing her the coffee. He stepped past her to take a seat on the edge of his bed. “Do you want to tell me what it is that has you sneaking around?”

“I’m not sneaking.”

He held his clenched hand, then started to slide a finger up as he reeled each of his points across. “You keep to the shadows. You only ever come during the night. You don’t talk to anyone. Do you want me to keep going, but there is a chance I could lose hands?”

“You’re the one that left the pizza!”

“Ding-ding.”

“And this is your bed.”

“Right again.”

She let out a wince. “I am so sorry. I had no idea this was your room. I’ll, uh, gather my stuff and leave.”

“Drink your coffee first, and don’t try to change the subject by leaving. Just tell me what the fuck is going on with you.” He took a sip of his coffee, and it was damn good. The latest bunch of Prospects were interesting. Some had what it took to join the club now. They were team players and didn’t give a fuck about the shit work. Others moaned all the fucking time, it was exhausting even listening to them.

Charlotte sighed. “There’s nothing.”

“Don’t fucking lie to me, sweetheart. You can lie to everyone else, but we’ve got a deal, remember? I keep my mouth shut, providing you tell me the truth from the start, and right now, you’re not keeping your end of the deal, and I don’t like that.”

She rolled her eyes. “Fine. Okay, fine. Mom is being her usual pain-in-the-ass self, and she wants me to look for colleges out of town. She wants me to find a whole new career that takes me far away from Rivermont Ridge. The only problem is, I don’t want to leave town. I like it here. It’s ... safe.”

Savage frowned, and he watched her.

Charlotte chuckled. “I know, I know, it sounds completely crazy.”

“And that is because it is completely crazy what you’re suggesting.” He took a long sip of his drink. “Six months ago, you were being attacked and you admitted the bullying had been like that for most of high school.”

“But it didn’t get bad until the final year, and since leaving school, absolutely nothing.” She shrugged. “Mom’s running away, and it is what she always does. I don’t want to run away. I like the thought of going to beauty school and working at Kristin Shaw’s shop, and I like Maeve and Eden. They’re my friends.”

He wasn’t about to point out that they were also older than her.

“You’ve got to do what makes you happy,” he said, meaning every word.

“I don’t even know what makes me happy, but arguing with my mom every single day is exhausting. It’s why I come here, and I am sorry. I figured this room was clear because it was the furthest from the main clubroom,” she said.

He chuckled, and then shoved his hand into his pocket. “Here.” He slapped a bundle of keys into her hand.

“What’s this?”

“It’s keys to an apartment near town. I bought it not long ago, and I have fully furnished it as well. No one goes there, but it’s yours if you ever need a place to stay, and it also means you can make yourself some food, rather than eating the pizza I bring.”

“Thank you. I mean, I’m grateful for the pizza, but this is ... thank you.”

“Yeah, don’t mention it.”

It got Charlotte away from him and meant he didn’t have to fucking think about the fact she was in his room.

Nor did he have to put up with her sweet vanilla scent that seemed to have filled the whole fucking room already.

Chapter Two