Page 19 of The Saviors: Part One
“Ridiculous?” I laugh.
Sean frowns. “Hell no. You look breathtaking. I thought I was going to have to kick some ass when I walked in here.”
“You look good too.”
“Gorgeous, I don’t even look like I should be sitting within the same vicinity as you. You are way out of my fucking league.”
I lean in. “You have already gotten me naked, Sean; you don’t have to lay it on so thick.”
“I’m not laying anything on thick. It’s the truth.”
“Oh shit. Hello, Sean,” Amber says, finally tuning into the conversation.
He nods. “Hey.”
“I’m just going to go,” Amber says with a giggle. I turn to tell her not to worry about it, but she’s already gone.
I turn back to Sean, and he’s staring at me intensely. “Whatcha looking at?”
“I was hoping you would be here,” he replies, and I know the surprise is all over my face. “I should have gotten your number that night. I can’t stop thinking about you.”
“Give me your phone.” I wiggle my fingers before I lose my nerve; he unlocks it and hands it to me. I put in my number and save it under “Dawn”.
He looks at it. “Why is your name in quotes?” he asks with a half-smile.
“Because that’s my middle name. I go by Chelsea,” I laugh.
“You didn’t even give me your real name. That hurts.” He thumps his fist against his chest dramatically.
“It was close to my real name. I could have given you a completely false name,” I point out.
“This is true. I like Chelsea. It fits better.” He reaches up, tucking hair behind my ear. “Did you think about me at all this week?”
I shrug. “Not one bit.”
“Ouch. Two for two. You wound me, Chelsea.”
It’s so much easier to talk to him tonight. Given I have already seen him naked, and I’m buzzed.
I lean in and whisper, “I thought about you naked.”
He groans. “Stop. You are on one tonight.”
I laugh again. “I think I may be a little drunk.”
He rubs his knuckles down my cheek. “I love that sound.”
I blush and look at him. His eyes look darker blue tonight, and he doesn’t have the hoop in his nose; it’s just a little diamond stud.
Movement behind Sean catches my eye, and I glance up. A mountain of a man steps up behind him. My eyes widening catch Sean’s attention, and he glances over his shoulder.
“What up, Kai?” he says in greeting.
“You good if I leave?” his friend Kai asks.
He’s huge. He towers over Sean even though he’s sitting on a high barstool. His hair is dark and buzzed short. In this light, his eyes look black. Like storm clouds. My attention goes to the side of his face. He has deep scars all over his cheek and several other ones scattered around. He also has one that runs from ear to ear across his neck. It doesn’t take away from his gorgeous face in the least. The biggest scar almost matches the one on my back that runs diagonal, from my left shoulder to my right hip.
“This is Dawn.” Sean grins at that. “This is Kai.”
