here tonight, but somehow you did and you made damn sure I noticed you.”
He sneered. “Well, congratulations. I noticed you all right. And I was happy to fuck you like you wanted. But I’m not going to fall for the little scam you’ve cooked up in that pretty little head of yours. Too bad for you, I couldn’t care less what the tabloids print about me—the juicier the better, as far as I’m concerned.”
He bent and picked up his shirt off the floor and yanked it on. “I’m afraid your little extortion scheme is about to fall apart. Take your story wherever you like, I couldn’t give a fuck. You sure as hell won’t see a dollar out of me.”
In stunned silence, Savannah watched as he finished dressing, shoving his boxer shorts and bow tie into the pocket of his jacket. She felt sick to her stomach.
When he reached the door, he turned back to the bed and raked his scathing gaze over her body.
“Thanks for the evening, Red. It was real fun for a while, especially since you managed to get over your inclination to knee me in the balls. Too bad you know how to use your body better than your brains.”
Savannah reeled back against the pillows as if he’d struck her. Shock and disbelief paralyzed her. The door to the hotel room closed behind him. The sound of the quiet click echoed long after he’d gone.
CHAPTER 7
Tuesday morning
Savannah pushed the hair off her face and stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. Her eyes were puffy and red. In contrast, her skin looked deathly pale. With her mouth as dry as sandpaper and a lingering headache pressing behind her eyes, the last thing she wanted to do was head into work, but she had no choice. If she didn’t turn up, she didn’t get paid.
Unless she called in sick. It didn’t seem like half a bad idea, except she tried to save her sick days for the times when Dylan needed her. Lately, that had been more times than she cared to admit. She only hoped that this time around, her brother would stick with his rehab program and finally get on top of his addiction.
A soft, silky body slid between her ankles. She looked down and spied Milo. The cat’s long golden hair felt like warmed custard against her skin. Bending down, she gave him a quick scratch between his ears. He meowed in protest when she stopped and a slight smile tugged at her lips. It was already seven-thirty. If she didn’t get her butt moving, she’d be late for work.
Of their own volition, her thoughts flew back to the night before. She couldn’t believe she’d been so-so… Loose was the only word that came to mind.
It was one thing to toy with the idea of picking a guy up and spending the night with him, but to actually go ahead and do it! And she couldn’t just pick up any guy. Oh no, she had to pick up Will Rutledge , the multi-millionaire advertising tycoon who frequented brothels and no doubt had scores of conquests. Now she could add herself to his list.
Turning on the shower, she stepped into the glass cubicle and let the hot water pound onto her head and shoulders. Squeezing shampoo into her palm, she lathered her hair briskly, wishing she could wash away her memories from last night as easily.
After Will left the hotel room, it had taken her nearly an hour to get herself together enough to dress and leave. She’d never dreamed he wouldn’t believe her—or that he would jump to such a wild conclusion. The mere thought of her trying to blackmail him was beyond ludicrous.
The thought of returning to the ball had been abhorrent, so she’d gone straight down to the lobby and had slipped out unnoticed through the double glass doors. Her friends thought she’d headed home earlier, anyway. The night had still been relatively young when she’d collapsed into her bed, but she’d been completely drained.
As tired as she’d been, her mind had refused to shut down and she’d spent the night tossing and turning, replaying the last few scenes with Will over and over in her
He sneered. “Well, congratulations. I noticed you all right. And I was happy to fuck you like you wanted. But I’m not going to fall for the little scam you’ve cooked up in that pretty little head of yours. Too bad for you, I couldn’t care less what the tabloids print about me—the juicier the better, as far as I’m concerned.”
He bent and picked up his shirt off the floor and yanked it on. “I’m afraid your little extortion scheme is about to fall apart. Take your story wherever you like, I couldn’t give a fuck. You sure as hell won’t see a dollar out of me.”
In stunned silence, Savannah watched as he finished dressing, shoving his boxer shorts and bow tie into the pocket of his jacket. She felt sick to her stomach.
When he reached the door, he turned back to the bed and raked his scathing gaze over her body.
“Thanks for the evening, Red. It was real fun for a while, especially since you managed to get over your inclination to knee me in the balls. Too bad you know how to use your body better than your brains.”
Savannah reeled back against the pillows as if he’d struck her. Shock and disbelief paralyzed her. The door to the hotel room closed behind him. The sound of the quiet click echoed long after he’d gone.
CHAPTER 7
Tuesday morning
Savannah pushed the hair off her face and stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. Her eyes were puffy and red. In contrast, her skin looked deathly pale. With her mouth as dry as sandpaper and a lingering headache pressing behind her eyes, the last thing she wanted to do was head into work, but she had no choice. If she didn’t turn up, she didn’t get paid.
Unless she called in sick. It didn’t seem like half a bad idea, except she tried to save her sick days for the times when Dylan needed her. Lately, that had been more times than she cared to admit. She only hoped that this time around, her brother would stick with his rehab program and finally get on top of his addiction.
A soft, silky body slid between her ankles. She looked down and spied Milo. The cat’s long golden hair felt like warmed custard against her skin. Bending down, she gave him a quick scratch between his ears. He meowed in protest when she stopped and a slight smile tugged at her lips. It was already seven-thirty. If she didn’t get her butt moving, she’d be late for work.
Of their own volition, her thoughts flew back to the night before. She couldn’t believe she’d been so-so… Loose was the only word that came to mind.
It was one thing to toy with the idea of picking a guy up and spending the night with him, but to actually go ahead and do it! And she couldn’t just pick up any guy. Oh no, she had to pick up Will Rutledge , the multi-millionaire advertising tycoon who frequented brothels and no doubt had scores of conquests. Now she could add herself to his list.
Turning on the shower, she stepped into the glass cubicle and let the hot water pound onto her head and shoulders. Squeezing shampoo into her palm, she lathered her hair briskly, wishing she could wash away her memories from last night as easily.
After Will left the hotel room, it had taken her nearly an hour to get herself together enough to dress and leave. She’d never dreamed he wouldn’t believe her—or that he would jump to such a wild conclusion. The mere thought of her trying to blackmail him was beyond ludicrous.
The thought of returning to the ball had been abhorrent, so she’d gone straight down to the lobby and had slipped out unnoticed through the double glass doors. Her friends thought she’d headed home earlier, anyway. The night had still been relatively young when she’d collapsed into her bed, but she’d been completely drained.
As tired as she’d been, her mind had refused to shut down and she’d spent the night tossing and turning, replaying the last few scenes with Will over and over in her
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