Page 46 of Save Me
“And then she broke my dick, man!” he whines. “Seriously, I don’t know if it’ll ever work right again.”
I chuckle. “I’m sure it’s gonna work fine. Test it out on someone else if you’re really worried.”
“I saw Margo come in.”
“There you go. Tell her you have a problem you need her to fix.” That woman isalwaysgame, and she has the hands of a master masseuse specializing in the male anatomy.
The corner of his mouth twitches, and then, finally, his broad grin returns.
That’s more like it. “Sorry about earlier.”
“No worries. I heard you loud and clear. This one’s different,huh?”
“Yeah. She is.” I don’t know if that worries or excites me more. Now I have something to lose.
“Worth getting canned for?” He points toward Opal Reef’s propped-open doors and the dozens of people in tailored, expensive clothing milling about. Some I recognize, like a svelte, willowy Margo in crimson red, her black hair longer than when I last saw her, reaching her shoulders in a shiny curtain. Her photographer boyfriend stands next to her as they laugh with Preston and his “date” for the evening—a brunette with filled lips and a blank, unimpressed expression. A stony-faced Merrick stands next to her and listens quietly, unamused.
Many others, I’ve never met, but I can guess they’re either rich or influential or both. And looming at the center of it all, with his back to us, is the great and powerful Henry Wolf himself.
Is it worth losing this job for a chance at waking up next to someone I care about? “If it comes to that, absolutely.”
Connor regards me intently for a moment. “Well, giddyup, then. This is going to be entertaining to watch.”
The ladies’ room door swings open, and Sloane strolls out, her flyaway hair tamed, her dress smoothed out as best she can. “Better?”
“Sure.” I rake my gaze over her chest, searching for a glimpse of those perfect nipples I know are hiding beneath. “Though I liked you in the hut too.” When she was naked and riding my dick.
Heat sparks in Sloane’s eyes. She may call herself a vanilla lover, but I’ll bet she’s more risqué than she thinks, and I can’t wait to test that theory out.
“The sex hair was hot. See you two on the other side.” Connor hobbles away.
Sloane watches him with concern. “His limp is getting worse. Is he okay?”
“He will be.” And I’m sure his encounter with Belinda will become another one of his legendary stories. I hand Sloane the lavender drink. “What is it, anyway?” Something on our menu, I guess? Though it doesn’t look familiar.
“No idea.” She sniffs it before taking a sip. “But it’s what I needed.”
“Our little walk was whatIneeded, so thank you.”
“Yeah?” Reaching up, she finger-combs a few strands of my hair into place. “There. That’s better.”
“I can still taste you on my tongue.”
A slight flush pinks her cheeks as if she’s remembering the moment her fists clenched and her pelvis rolled against it. “That’s what the beer is for.”
“Nah. I like it. Repeat, later?”
Her mouth parts, and excitement sparks in her eyes. “Let’s get through dinner first, okay?”
“Fair enough. Ready to meet your favorite guy?” All I want to do is take her back to her place and keep her there forever. Ideally, naked.
Her chest rises with a deep inhale. Hard to believe I had her trembling beneath me only twenty minutes ago for an entirely different reason. Now, she’s full of trepidation. But she rolls her shoulder, and the simple act seems to steel her nerve. “Let’s do this.”
I slip an arm around her back to hook her waist—incase there’s any mistake that she’s here with me—and lead her in.
Eleanor and her team have spared no effort in organizing tonight’s “casual” dinner, rearranging candle-clad tables into two lengthy, wide rows, giving everyone a seat with a view of the aquatic tank. A woman plays the white grand piano in the corner, the soft, classical music serving as quiet background noise against the bursts of laughter and chatter.
My goal to find Abbi is momentarily forgotten as a mermaid glides effortlessly through the water, her pink-and-cream iridescent costume shimmering under the lights.
