Page 20 of Pucking Snowed In with the Enemy

“Suit yourself,” I said, noticing the pulse in her neck and how she swallowed as I moved away. “Take a seat.” She watched me out of the corner of her eye as she sat down. Getting close enough to make her uncomfortable, I took the seat next to her. I wasn’t disappointed when she sat up straight, her pen poised in the air like she forgot what she was doing with it.

“Go ahead and ask your questions?”

“Do you have to sit so close?” She glared at me, and I had no idea why this was so entertaining, but I enjoyed pushing her buttons.

Making a show of looking around at the other couches, I shrugged. “I don’t have to, but it will make it harder for us to hear one another. This saves time.”

“Yes, I’m sure that is the reason.”

“Believe what you want.” I held up my hands.

She mumbled something and took a deep breath. I’d seen her do it a few times now. She used it as a calming technique, but I was going to have her hyperventilating if she kept that up.

“You said that you would answer all my questions truthfully?”

“I did.” I reached over and laid my hand on hers to lower the pen. “Off the record.” She put her pen and notepad away. “And give me your phone.”

“What?”

“I wasn’t born yesterday, Savannah. Hand it over, or you get nothing.” I held out my hand and could see her jaw working. Would she try and take a bite if I put it near her mouth?

“Fine.” Digging around in her pocket, she pulled out her phone and placed it in my hand. I snapped my fingers in the air and held the phone up. “What are you doing?”

Goran walked over, and I handed him the phone, but I kept my eyes locked on Savannah.

“Make sure there are no listening devices on this, and then do a building sweep.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You think I managed to sneak a bug in?”

I twirled a piece of her wavy hair in my finger, and she pulled her head away. “Don’t flatter yourself. We do it every hour.”

“Can you keep your hands to yourself?”

“I could, but you don’t really want me to.” Snatching her chin, I wiped my thumb at the corner of her mouth. “Your drool is far too obvious.”

She pushed herself out of the seat, but I was quicker and pulled her down onto my lap before she got up. I was the one sucking in a deep breath as her adorable ass landed right on my cock. It was well on its way to being hard with her so close and that did the trick.

“What the hell Grig…Nathaniel, Mr. Mikhailov, or whatever you want to be called?” She growled and tried to wiggle free, which felt fucking amazing. I held her firm, so she either had to give up or start a real fight. I could tell she was contemplating it, but there were also a couple dozen armed guards. There was no doubt in my mind that she had already sized up her chances of getting out alive if she tried it, and they were not very good.

Olivia chose that moment to come into the VIP section. “What the fuck, Nathan?” She crossed her arms as she glared at me.

Savannah tried to get up again, but I wasn’t letting her jump away so easily. Every logical cell in my body told me to fucking let her go and slam the door behind her, but the other side…well, the other side had different plans, and at the moment, that was the side winning out.

“Do you have a problem, Olivia?”

“What is she doing on your lap?” Olivia held her hand out toward Savannah, and I wanted to break her wrist for almost touching her.

“I would say she is sitting as we have a conversation about me taking her to the office.” Savannah’s mouth dropped open at the same time Olivia’s fell.

“You can’t be serious,” she said, giving Savannah a disgusted look. “With her?” I kept my face neutral as Savannah rose to the challenge and wrapped her arm around my neck. I was a fucking prick, but I loved it.

“What exactly is wrong with me?”

“Please, it’s obvious you don’t fit in, and Nathan is just being nice,” Olivia said. I’d never heard anything so ridiculous. I didn’t do nice.

“Oh, that’s funny. That’s not what he said to me last night,” she said, and I couldn’t keep the smirk off my face as I slid my hand up her leg.