“Savage.” His voice is low and tight.
I suck in a breath. Oh, God. He’smy boss? Or my boss’s boss? He rubbed my feet. And just paid my electricity bill.Fuck.
“Oh my God,” I murmur, looking around like someone might appear in the hall and save me from this horrifying moment.
When I look back up at him, I see… relief? Or something that looks like it as his shoulders drop slightly and his eyes lighten to their usual gray-blue color.
“I told you my last name,” he adds.
Yeah, he also said a bunch of other words when we first met that I didn’t hear either. Has the man seen himself?
Covering my flaming cheeks, I nod. “I know. I remember you introducing yourself, but I didn’t really hear your last name because you’re really big, and you were in my apartment, and you’re incredibly hot, and I was distracted by, um, well, your tattoos and stuff.”
Oh, God. I definitely think today marks my most embarrassing day of all time. So cool. Just found out Xander is basically my boss, and then turned around and called him hot. I can’t wait to be called into HR to be fired from all of my jobs.
The column of his throat flexes while he stares at me blankly for what feels like an hour, every second making me more and more twitchy. My clit tingles with awareness.
My brain keeps reminding me that he’s Xander Savage. One of the owners of Savage Entertainment. Also, one of the richest and most dangerous men in Las Vegas. People talk about the Savage brothers and how they live up to their name.
Their father was murdered in front of one of their casinos a few months ago. The entire city was walking on eggshells until the news announced that Jack Savage’s killer had been captured and brought in “for justice”—their way of telling us that the person responsible was discovered by the Savage brothers and handled the same way the mafia does justice. Viciously and swiftly.
How did I not recognize him? I’ve met Cash and Kian Savage. I’ve never seen Xander. And there’s no way I would have missed him. It’s impossible to overlook any of the Savage brothers. Between their tattoos, height, and permanent scowls, they’re kind of hard to miss.
“So, you had no idea who I was when I showed up at your apartment with your mail that somehowaccidentallyended up in mine?” It’s a question, but it sounds like an accusation.
What is it that he thinks I did? What would I get from planting my mail in his? Is he implying I’m a conniving bitch and I’m doing something shady? What makes him think he’s so special that I would set something up to meet him? Why would I evenwantto meet him?
Well, easy, he’s easily the hottest man alive. He’s also rich as hell and powerful. It makes me wonder how many other women have tried to get something from him. I haven’t asked him for anything, though. And it’s not like I planned on seducing him the other night.
Narrowing my gaze on him, I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. “It feels like you’re insinuating something, but I try not to assume the worst in people, so could you explain what you mean?”
I have a feeling Xander assumes the worst ineveryone. He’s jaded. Deeply guarded. And pretty pissed off at the world. It makes me wonder whether it’s the result of his father’s murder or if it’s the result of the life he’s lived. Unfortunately, I doubt I’ll ever know since he never talks about himself.
“I’m rich, I’m your boss, and I happen to live in your building. It’s obvious you’re struggling.” He motions to my open door that exposes my very bare apartment. “It wouldn’t be the first time a woman has tried to use me to get ahead.”
I swear to all things holy.
My jaw falls and lands on my tits, because what the hell did this asshole just say?
CHAPTER 13
Xander
GO FUCK YOURSELF, XANDER SAVAGE
The words comeout before I think better of it. Before I thinkat all. Coming down here was a bad idea. Why didn’t I stay the fuck away?
“Are you seriously asking if I set up some sort of meeting with you so I could take advantage of you? I don’t even know where you live! You keep cominghere. I haven’t shown up atyourplace randomly. It’s all been you, buddy,” she says in total disbelief.
Buddy? That’s cute.
Her gaze narrows on me, but we’re interrupted by her phone ringing. She reaches down and snatches it up from the floor, where she left it when she was sitting next to that monstrosity of a cat.
When she looks at the screen, something that seems a little too much like fear flashes on her face, but she quickly masks it with the anger she’s currently spitting in my direction.
“You,” she jabs me in the chest with her pointer finger, “are an asshole. Go fuck yourself, Xander Savage.”
Then, before I can stop her, she answers her phone with a hurried, “hello,” just as she slams the door in my face and engages the deadbolt immediately.
