Page 24 of Sweet Surrender
But my despair turned to outright glee though when Trent groanedand stilled on top of Savannah, who’d barely begun to reach her climax. The two-pump-chump was fucking clueless that the beautiful woman underneath him was completely unsatisfied.
Trent rolled off her, and her disappointment was obvious from a mileaway. My mouth pulled into the biggest smile I’d ever worn. Perhaps if he’d taken his time with her, I might not have been so fucking delirious.
When the time came, I’d show Savannah what it was like to be with aman who knewexactlyhow to make a woman scream.
Disappearing out of the room, Savannah raced to put her pajamason almost as if she couldn’t bear for Trent to see her naked again. When hereturned a minute later, the moron was far too proud of himself, nodoubt convinced he’d given Savannah the time of her life.
Instead of getting into bed with her and spending the night making upfor his pathetic first attempt, Trent rounded up his clothes while Savannah made it crystal fucking clear she wanted him gone. Even hiding in the closet, I could feel the awkwardness emanating from her, and that only added to my enjoyment of the situation.
When the front door slammed shut, Savannah let out a heavy sigh. Iwondered, no,hoped, she was going to finish the job herself, but she burrowed under the covers and turned the light out, and it wasn’t long until the lightest of snores came from her.
Creeping out of the closet, I tiptoed over to her bed. She didn’t stir asI placed a featherlight kiss on her forehead before leaving her to sleep.
Tomorrow, I would finally make Savannah Miller mine, but first, I hada man to destroy.
Chapter 8
Savannah
Trent left his wallet in my bedroom. I didn’t know if I was moreannoyed that I’d have to see him again, or because I’d have to take time out of my day to drop his wallet off at the showroom which was on the other side of town to the library.
Now I didn’t have a gallon of alcohol swimming through my veins, I’dseriously started regretting my decision to sleep with him. In fact, regret wasn’t a strong enough feeling to describe the mortification and shame coursing through me from the very second I opened my eyes.
The thought of seeing Trent again gave me the ick.
With a new layer of snowfall, and the journey to the part of town Ididn’t want to go to, I begrudgingly spent a couple of dollars and took the bus. Before I knew it, I’d reached the stop and made the short walk to the showroom.
For the entire journey, I wondered whether I should have just postedthe damn wallet to Trent to avoid any more awkwardness. Ireallydidn’t want to see him again.
Nerves fluttered through me, and by the time I reached theshowroom, a lead balloon of dread had formed in the pit of my stomach. Pushing the feeling aside, I opened the door and stepped in, taking a second for the warmth to wrap around me.
The scent of new cars filled my nose, and several flashy models wereon display, reminding me of the Audi convertible I used to drive. When the bailiffs took it away, I vowed that one day I’d own a car like it again.
So much for that.
A suited man with receding hair was talking to a young couple whowere looking at one of the SUVs, the woman lapping up every word he was saying. Behind him were a few more smartly dressed salespeople, but luckily, Trent was nowhere to be seen.
“Can I help you?” A soft voice called, pulling my attention to thereception area where a young, pretty girl was sitting. A sign on the desk indicated she was the receptionist, and her name was Laura.
“I’m looking for Trent McAllister,” I replied, taken aback slightly whenher face fell from a friendly smile into a scowl as soon as I said his name.
“Mr. McAllister is busy,” she replied curtly as she eyed me up anddown.
Relief swamped me. I figured I could leave his wallet with her andescape without having to see Trent, but as I’d previously established, fate had a way of fucking me over.
I pulled the wallet from my bag and opened my mouth to ask Laura togive it to Trent when his voice rumbled from behind me.
“Sav?”
My stomach lurched, and I briefly squeezed my eyes shut to stop thedisappointment from showing on my face. Taking a breath, I turned to face him, but instead of the smile I’d expected to see, his face fell as he nervously glanced from me to Laura.
Understanding dawned, and the shame that plagued meall morning came back with a vengeance.
“What…erm…what are you doing here?” he said, grabbing my handand tugging me away from the reception desk. Heat bloomed in my chest and traveled up my neck when I felt Laura’s hurt-filled eyes on us.
“You left your wallet at mine,” I replied, handing it to him.
“Oh, thanks,” he said, the tension in his shoulders easing. “I waslooking for this earlier.”
