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God, I love those. Laying in his arms or him in mine, with words on a page taking us on a journey. I’ve always wanted to find someone that reads as much as I do. Someone I can share words and worlds and characters with. I never thought I would find it with a man like Sav. Someone that looks so scary with his cold eyes and hard face and gigantic body.
But now he’s someone different. He’s someone who looks at me differently than he has before. Someone that I could actually see myself with… forever.
That’s not to say I’m in love with him, but it feels inevitable at this point. I’ll try to fight it as hard as I can, but I’m almost one hundred percent sure it will be a losing battle. With the way he’s looking at me, talking to me, reading to me, and buying me beautiful clothes for a date, it won’t be hard for me to fall head over heels in love with Savage. Something I’ve never felt for anyone.
Clearing those thoughts, I concentrate on getting myself ready for tonight. I wash and manscape, making sure there are no crazy pubes sticking out anywhere. When I get out of the tub, I lotion myself, using unscented—in case Savage wants to lick and kiss on me at some point tonight. God, please let him want to lick and kiss on me at some point tonight. I only put on my new La Perla lace panties after I dry myself so I can get my face on.
Looking at my phone, I see that it’s six forty-five. I start a little, knowing my hair, makeup and getting dressed will take up the rest of my time. Moving over to the lighted vanity—I still marvel that I actually have one—I sit down and pull open some drawers, taking out the things I need. I think Savage likes me with makeup, but I want to keep it light. I add mascara and eyeliner, some highlighter, and pink lip gloss.
Liking my reflection, I turn from my vanity and walk over to the bed. I slide on the clothes, loving the feel of the sweater, how soft it is, and buckle my heels. At that very moment, there’s a knock at my door. I look at my phone again and see it’s seven-thirty on the dot. I skip to the door and pull it open quickly.
My eyes nearly pop out of my head. Savage looks so fucking good. He usually looks good, but there’s something about him that’s different. More relaxed. Then I see it. He doesn’t have on a tie, his crisp white shirt is unbuttoned, his tanned skin showing just enough to make my mouth water. The black suit he’s wearing fits him to perfection, as usual.
The biggest thing is his smile. It’s unguarded, wide, beautiful. I blush and drop my head, feeling shy all of a sudden. He tips my head up and when I look at him, he runs his thumb lightly over my bottom lip. “You look beautiful tonight, Abel.” Yep, more blushing. It feels … different, how he’s looking at me, how he’s touching me. It’s almost … reverent. Weird butterflies bloom in my belly because of his touch and I like how they feel.
“Thank you. And you look handsome as always, Mr. Benavelli.” After I grab my phone and a jacket, I turn back to him and ask, “Where are we going? Will they see me with you? Should we be afraid?”
Still smiling, Savage shakes his head and grabs my hand. “No. We’ll be fine, baby. Do you like the outfit?”
I look down at myself, smiling. “I love it. Did you pick it out or did Janet?”
He throws his head back and laughs as he leads me out of the room. “I did. I know purple is your favorite color, but I didn’t know how well it would go with the pants and the shoes. This sweater seemed more … you.”
I smile up at him. He knows my favorite color, and he knew I would love this sweater over one in that color. What kind of sorcery does he have going on here? “Good job, Sav. I adore it.”
When we get downstairs, instead of going to the front door, we head to the kitchen. “Janet cooking for us?” Sitting inside enjoying Savage without people around is my kind of date. But the kitchen is empty.
We walk through the kitchen to the backdoor. I’m really confused now. There’s nothing in the backyard but lawn.
Well, it used to only be lawn. Now there’s a tent set up like one of the tents seen at outdoor wedding receptions. The flap is pulled back, and it looks bright and warm inside. I look up at Savage, giggling. “Sav! This is great! Absolutely perfect!” With another giggle, I trot off, being careful of my heels sinking in the grass.
When I get to the open flap, I see the floor is hardwood, a table set up in the middle, a lit candle and flowers in a vase in the center. Off to my left, there is a kitchen of sorts set up, a chef standing behind the burners, stirring things that smell heavenly. She looks up at me with a soft smile, then turns her burners down. Coming around to my side, she holds her hands out. I grasp them and she says, “Are you Mr. Benavelli? I am Bridgett. I am the chef from Quebec you hired.” She speaks with a distinct French accent, which matches the vibe of the evening.
“No, I’m Abel. This is Mr. Benavelli.” I motion behind me at Sav, who steps inside the tent at that moment. Bridgett’s eyes go wide. It’s not lost on me how shaky her smile looks when she glances at Savage. Ugh, they’re just scars. Nothing to be afraid of. He’s a big softie. When it comes to me, anyway. I drop her hands with grace and step back into him. Sav wraps his arm around my shoulders and I lean into him. “Nice to meet you, Bridgett. It smells good.” I incline my head towards her work station and she gives a genuine smile.
She gestures towards the table. “Please, have a seat. I’ll serve the appetizers in a few moments.”
When we get to the table, Savage pulls my chair out for me and I blush furiously. No one has ever done that for me before. I’ve always wanted them to, but I dated young guys that had zero chivalry. After he has me settled in, Savage moves around to the other side. It’s chilly outside, but even with the flap open to the tent, it’s nice and toasty in here. I shuck my jacket and hang it on the back of my chair.
I look around more, a smile stuck on my face. This is something out of a fairy tale. Sav went through a lot of trouble for me so we could have a date. I would have been happy sitting in the kitchen with Janet’s delicious food and coffee after. This is … more than I could have asked for.
Looking back at Sav, I see him watching me nervously. “You like it?” He sounds unsure but I there’s no reason to be. This is amazing.
“I love it, Savage. This is the best date ever. How did you come up with the idea?”
The left side of his mouth quirks up a bit. “Quin.”
“That’s funny?”
He opens his mouth to speak, but Bridgett comes over and brings us some bruschetta and scallops. “Enjoy, gentlemen.” She smiles at me and dips her head quickly at Savage. I turn to look at her, intent on saying something but Savage grabs my hand. When I look at him, he shakes his head.
I lean forward and drop my voice. “There’s no reason for her to be afraid of you. She’s being really unprofessional,” I say through clenched teeth.
Savage sighs and picks up his fork. “It might not be my scars. It could be that I’m a Benavelli.”
“That’s not it and you know it. She’s not even from the States.”
He waves me away. “I’m used to it, Abel. It’s fine.”
