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She’s put together, in a short pink dress with a Peter Pan collar, a huge white purse slung over her shoulder, and black heels. The fact that her car does not match her look makes a rumbling chuckle burst forth from my chest.
She eventually gives up on the door, and turns to walk toward me with a determined flip of her tumbled blonde locks. A bright pink, lipsticked smile is pasted on her face.
Does Savannah always have to smile? She doesn’t look like she feels happy right now, but the smile still remains on her face. It gives her a serial killer vibe.
I don’t love it.
“Hi!” she says, her forced cheer evident. “Sorry I’m not earlier. I had to borrow my mom’s old car. And as you can probably tell, it’s not really in racing shape.”
Why does Savannah always seem like she’s forcing herself to put on a brave face? Is it because the idea of working for me scares her so much?
Also, why the hell is she so goddamned sexy when she smiles?
I cross my arms, cocking a brow.
“You borrowed that car? With the intention of doing what?”
Her raggedy car is such a piece of junk. Having an employee in my service who drives such a clunker might reflect badly on me.
She blushes but doesn’t look back.
“No buses come out this way. I checked. I had to choose between not showing up, and borrowing that old heap of junk.”
“So you decided to ride out here in this pathetic excuse for a car?”
I scowl in the direction of the car. Even as I loathe the car, I’m still charmed by her determination to get here. I cast an eye over the rust bucket.
That thing is not safe for someone delicate like Savannah to drive. It looks like a prop out of a Rob Zombie film. It seems primed to explode at any second!
“Why did I drive the car here?” She stops three feet in front of me and tosses her head, leveling a challenging stare in my direction. “It seemed rude not to show up.”
I smirk. “I wouldn’t have taken it personally.”
“Hilarious.” She crosses her arms, making the hemline of her skirt rise a scant inch. “Should we talk about the elephant in the room?”
My gaze drops to her toned legs against my will, making me frown.
“And what is that?” I ask. Even though I know exactly what elephant she means.
I’ve only fantasized about that kiss a thousand times over the last six months. That it happened on the worst day of my life only added to my fantasies. Since I’ve been in my self-imposed sexile, the memory of her warm mouth on mine, the weight of her body as it pressed against my own… you could say that our kiss has been a regular feature of my late-night imaginings.
Especially when I start dreaming about what I would’ve done next. Pulled her panties down, put my hand up her skirt, and watched her eyes open in surprise when I touched her–.
“Hello?” Savannah waves a hand in front of my face.
I blink and my eyes focus. “What?”
“You asked what the elephant in the room is. And my response is….” She hesitates, and a little line of worry forms between her eyebrows. “The first time I saw you, you kissed me! Shouldn’t we talk about that?”
Yes, please.
But actually, no. The kiss was just the act of a desperately sad man on the darkest day of his life. It means nothing to me.
My stomach flip-flops nervously. I screw up my face. “No. I don’t think there’s anything to talk about. I was having a tough day.”
Sav licks her lips nervously.
“Your fiancée left you.”
