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I thank God when my hand lands on a long dress. Plucking it off the rail, I hold it to my body as I walk to the mirror in the hallway. It’s a knee-length black power suit dress with a blazer and sensible pumps. I think it could work.
Now to find something to wear for the rest of the trip.
A knock on my front door has me hanging the dress over the mirror as I move to answer it. Looking through the peephole, I’m greeted by the bundle of energy that is Savannah. I throw the door open as she raises her fist to knock again.
“Jeez, give me a chance to get to the door. I could have been getting serviced.”
I close the door behind her. She gives me a pointed look as she breezes past me. “We both know the only person servicing you is the one man you keep pushing away, and it’s very unlikely you’d let him into your apartment.”
“I’m keeping healthy boundaries,” I say, aghast.
“Really?” she asks, taking a cup out of the tray and handing it to me before removing hers and taking a sip.
Not one to pass up free coffee, I take the cup from her hand, savoring a drag of the caffeinated nectar before responding, “Yes, really.” Well, no, he’s the last guy I was with, but I’m putting boundaries in place. Or at least trying to.
“I don’t want to mess up my career or get entangled with a guy that has no interest in being monogamous.”
She shrugs, walking toward my bedroom, calling over her shoulder, “Come on, let’s get your bags packed, then we can go to lunch.”
“I don’t need your help packing, Savannah. I can just do it when we get back,” I call after her, but she ignores me, and so I follow her.
As I cross the threshold, my gaze lands on my now empty suitcase, which is sitting on my bed. My brow bunches as I try to piece together what is going on. I was literally seconds behind her. How did she get it empty so fast?
Savannah walks out of my closet with an arm full of clothing, placing them next to the open suitcase. Picking up a dress and folding it up, she puts it in my luggage.
“What are you doing?” I ask, approaching her timidly as if she’s a wild animal and I don’t want to startle her.
She turns to face me but continues with foldingmyclothes. “I’m helping you pack. What does it look like?”
“I can see that, but you’ve taken out the things I’ve already packed. You know, my business suits and—”
“Bridget Jonesstyle underwear?” Savannah raises a brow at me, scrunching her nose in disgust, as she holds an offending pair of underwear up on one finger. “Last time I checked, you can still wear good lingerie even when you’re trying to repel a man.”
“But I want to feel comfortable. I don’t need a string up the crack of my ass.”
“Trust me, when you feel sexy, you act more confident, and you can’t do that wearing ugly ass granny panties.”
She turns away from me and starts humming along to a song I’m sure I heard on the radio the other day but couldn’t name. I throw my arms in the air in resignation as I turn on my heel. There’s no point in trying to negotiate with her now. When I get home, I’ll repack and make sure my clothes are appropriate for my trip.
“Do you want a glass of wine?” I call out to her from the hallway. The coffee Savannah brought, no longer appetizing.
“When have you ever known me to turn down wine?” She chuckles in response, and a smile forms on my lips because I’ve never known Savannah to turn down wine.
My mind whirls as I walk to the kitchen. If I’m being honest with myself, I’d love nothing more than to be myself on this trip—kicking ass in the day and letting my hair down at night—but when it comes to being in the same vicinity as Sebastian, I can’t seem to say no. It doesn’t matter how much I don’t want to give in, when he touches or looks at me with lust filling his gaze, I all but beg him to fuck me. Just like I did on Thursday when I went to his office.
Having busied myself with pouring out twolargeglasses of wine, I head back to my bedroom only to walk in on Savannah zipping my case closed.
“That was quick. I’m guessing I’m going to need to add a couple of things?”
“Nope.” She pops the p, grabbing a glass from my hand and breezing past me into the living room.
Trailing behind Savannah, I take a seat on the couch across from her, resting my feet on the oak coffee table as I eye her curiously. She purposely avoids my gaze, and I know her well enough to know that she’s up to something. However, I’m too distracted by Sebastian to dig any further.
Instead, I change the subject. “So.” I take a sip of my drink. “How is it living with Noah and his girlfriend?”
“It’s… fine. I’ve mostly been keeping to myself, so I’m not really aware of them.”
Jokingly, I tease with a laugh, “Except for all the hot sex they must be having.” Savannah looks at me with what looks to be tears in her eyes, and my humor dies immediately. I reach across the sofa and pick up her hand, pulling her under my arm as I ask, “What’s wrong?”
