Page 7 of Some Saviors Can Break You

“Anyone whose name is Florence should go to Florence at least once in their life.”

He had to be joking because being rich enough to take her to Florence for a date on top of being this sexy was just another mark against him.

“Well, Florence, say it,” he goaded. “Say you don’t find me the least bit attractive.”

“I … I … I …” she stammered, annoyed the lie wouldn’t fall from her lips.

“Thought so,” he said smugly. “Looks like we’re going to Florence.”

“I am not going to Florence with you, and I am not going on a date with you. There’s really no need for you to hang around.”

“Don’t I need to give a statement?”

Darn, she’d forgotten that. “I have to call my boss.”

“You can do that, I’ll wait till you’re done then have my driver take us to the hospital to get your wrist looked at.” He produced her bag, which she hadn't even given a second thought to since those headlights had blinded her.

“I'm not going to the hospital with you.”

“So you do want me to call an ambulance.” He issued another silent challenge. “I thought not.” He gave another smug smile when she didn't say anything. “Call your boss, then once we both give our statements, I’ll take you to the hospital and then for coffee. Florence will probably have to wait for another day.”

“I'm not going on a date with you.” Florence was pleased when her voice was firm even though her insides were quivering. It had been a long time since she’d felt this immediate and visceral reaction to a man—especially one like this. Eli Lennox was big, strong, powerful, and charming, he practically oozed power and wealth and control. When she dated she preferred quieter, less confident men. Computer geeks, accountants, insurance salesmen. Men with flabby stomachs and receding hairlines, who didn't work out at the gym every day or ride motorbikes. Men who preferred to spend the evening on the couch watching TV, than in a bar drinking and partying, men with nice boring jobs and nice boring lives.

Eli was none of those things.

He screamed danger.

Not physical danger, but he held the ability to crush her heart in his big, capable hands.

“You will,” he said confidently like it was already a foregone conclusion.

Yep, he was dangerous all right.

Cocky alphas were her kryptonite. They had the ability to make her body ignite, her mind flee, and her heart crack. It was why she had long ago decided that the single life was the life for her. She was done being hurt, she was done being a victim, Eli might want to get her into bed, but there would never be anything more between them than hot sex. He’d walk away happy and fulfilled, she’d walk away with another piece of herself missing.

She would either fall in love with a nice, safe, boring man or she would remain alone. As far as she was concerned, there was no place in her life for a man like Eli Lennox.

Chapter

Two

February 10th

8:51 A.M.

“Eli.”

He heard his name, but he was lost in thought, and it didn't penetrate past his subconscious.

“Eli.”

The only thing that had consumed his every waking second, and invaded his dreams, was Florence Harris.

Those pouty lips, those big blue eyes with long black lashes, those silky blonde locks, they floated around in his mind in a never-ending carousel. She wasn't his usual type, he usually went for tall women with big breasts, but there was something about Florence that had arrowed into his brain, and he couldn’t shake it.

Wasn't even sure that he wanted to.

When he’d knocked her out of the way of the car, his body had responded the second he touched her. Responding to a sexy woman wasn't unusual, but something felt different this time.

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