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Brian replied, or at least I thought he did, but I couldn’t make out thewords he was saying as everything around me started to grow dark, and within seconds my eyelids closed, too heavy to keep them open.
Chapter 12
Savannah
Istretched out on the most comfortable bed I’d ever slept on. It feltlike I’d had the best night’s sleep on a fluffy cloud, and I didn’t want to move.
But like being struck by a flash of lightning, the memory of Brianstabbing me in the neck with something sharp had me bolting upright, and panic rapidly began to rise at finding myself in a dark, unfamiliar room.
I leaped out of bed, a dull throb in my neck, and my foggy head mademe sway. Nausea churned in my stomach, but after a few deep breaths, my head began to clear fractionally.
My neck still throbbed like a bitch though, no thanks to Brian.
Taking tentative steps, I made my way across the room to the thickcurtains, yanking them open, and hoping to find some clue as to where the fuck I was.
My jaw hit the floor as I took in the magnificent view before me. WhileI’d never been to Las Vegas, the iconic fountains at the front ofThe Bellagiowere easily recognizable, as was the famous Las Vegas strip with its huge hotels, and bustling streets.
From my viewpoint, it was evident I was in a room inThe Bellagio, one that towered high above the Vegas skyline. My brain struggled to put the pieces together. Surely, Nash wouldn’t have moved me an entire state while I was unconscious?
But as my gaze roamed over the city, I had no choice but to acceptwhat was right in front of me. Was that kidnap?
Also, why were we in a hotel? Nash had said we were going to hishome, and I somehow doubted he lived inThe Bellagio.
As the questions churned around in my head, dread mingledwith confusion, and part of me wanted to jump back into the comfort of the bed, and hide under the covers for the rest of eternity.
Seeing as that wasn’t an option though, I figured there was only oneman who could shed some light as to what in the hell was going on.
I spun, and marched my ass out of the room, ignoring the urge toslow and admire every inch of the luxurious suite I was storming through, determined to find the source of my current nightmare.
As I rounded the corner, bursting into a huge living area, I collidedwith a solid figure, ricocheting off his firm chest. If it wasn’t for his muscular arms shooting out and steadying me, I would have ended up on my ass.
The man mountain grinned down at me. I’d seen his face somewherebefore, but in my confusion that I hadn’t just crashed into Nash, I couldn’t remember where I’d seen him.
“You must be the mysterious Savannah,” he chortled.
I gaped at him stupidly for a few seconds, the ability to speaknowhere to be found, and my mouth going impossibly dry.
He was slightly taller than Nash, broader too. His dark gray suitbarely contained his muscular form. Like Nash, he had tattoos on his neck and chest which were visible owing to the top two buttons of his shirt being undone.
His short, dark brown hair was almost the color of an espresso, andhis sharp jawline was free of any stubble.
Warm copper eyes held mine, and even though I didn’t know who hewas, there was something about him that suggested he wasn’t someone I needed to fear.
“I…erm…I’m sorry. Who are you?” I stuttered, my cheeks blushing.
“Fox,” he replied, dropping my arms but holding out a hand for me toshake. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”
The second he said his name, I remembered where I’d seen him.When Michelle told me who Nash was, and showed me the pictures, there were a few photos of Nash and his business partner together. He was always referred to as Fox, likeMadonna, orPrince,whereas Nash was always referred to by both his first and last name.
“Oh, right. Erm, nice to meet you?” It came out like a question as Itook his hand and shook it, my cheeks blushing a deeper shade of crimson as his eyes held mine intently.
He was almost as good-looking as Nash.
He knew the effect he was having on me too. He gave me a dazzlingsmile and a wink, and if it wasn’t for the fact that I was sworn off men, even more so now thanks to Nash, I could have allowed myself to drool over Fox.
“Can I get you a drink?” He dropped my hand and walked into theliving area, heading over to a fully stocked bar in the corner of the room.
“No, thank you. Where’s Nash?” I asked as I finally allowed myself totake in the grandeur of the suite. I dreaded to think how much a place like this would cost for a night’s stay. It was stunning.
