Page 33 of Promise Me Never

I changed the subject. “How are things with Victor? You’re not still thinking of getting a little extra something-something on the side, are you?”

Henri shook his head. “We had a long talk. I told him he needs to pay me more attention or else. He got the message.”

“Good. I like him for you. He keeps you grounded.”

Henri snuck another look at me. “Is that a good thing?”

“Yes. Left to our own devices, the two of us are a dangerous combination.”

Henri nodded. “Facts.”

When we arrived at the house, Henri leaned over and gave me a hug.

“Thanks for a great weekend, doll.”

I smiled at him. “Thank you. And mum’s the word about the Molly. Bennett would have a cow.”

“Square.”

“Promise,” I insisted.

He put up three fingers. “Scout’s honor.”

When I walked into the house, Bennett was waiting by the fire with two glasses of wine and classical music streaming through the speakers. He was wearing a black turtleneck and jeans that made his ass look amazing. Despite my headache, the minute I saw him, I couldn’t wait to tear his clothes off.

“I missed you,” he said, getting up to greet me.

“Show me how much,” I whispered, flicking my tongue in his ear.

He picked me up and carried me over to the sofa and began to peel off my shirt, kissing me on my neck. I began to whisper in his ear. All the things I wanted him to do to me and that I’d do to him. I knew how he liked me to talk—the dirtier the better, so I didn’t hold back. He moaned and held me so tight I almost couldn’t breathe. I loved seeing him so excited, knowing that I could bring him to the brink with only my words. I knew all too well how many women would love to take my place. Wherever we went, they fawned over him, flirting as though I weren’t even there. I wasn’t going to allow him to grow bored with me. I wanted him to be obsessed with me, and I knew exactly what I had to do to keep him that way. I could live without him, but I didn’t want to. So I intended to make damn sure that he couldn’t live without me.

“I’ve been a bad girl.”

“What do you want me to do about it?”

“Punish me.”

| Thirty-Two |

Savannah

Savannah and Bennett had ordered her office furniture yesterday. It ended up being a lot more high-end than what she had originally chosen, but he had insisted on the Eames Executive desk and matching chair.

“It’s too much money,” she said when Bennett pointed it out to her. The chair alone was over five thousand dollars.

He’d laughed. “Um, if you haven’t noticed, we’re rich. You’re going to have to get used to it, my little country bumpkin.”

She stiffened. “I’m not some hick.”

“Kidding. Don’t worry about money. It’s not an issue.”

She’d nodded, trying to dismiss the feeling that he was being condescending. It wasn’t like she’d grown up with nothing. But she didn’t have the careless disregard for the cost of things that he did. She also had no idea how much money he made. She could guess that Promise Me Never staying on the list as long as it had must have made him well into seven figures, and that was only one book. Not to mention the money from the movie. She ordered the desk, the chair, and a credenza. She couldn’t wait to have everything set up. It was going to look gorgeous in the loft, but they would have to wait three to four months for them to arrive. If he said money wasn’t an issue, then so be it.

She didn’t have access to any of his accounts yet, though he’d promised to add her. In the meantime, he’d given her a credit card to use. But she hated not having her own money. She told him she wanted to find a job, and they’d had their first fight.

“Make up your mind. Are you a writer or not?”

“What do you mean?”