Read Online Breathe Again by Rachel Brookes - Free Book Online Page A

only a mere few hours ago. An obnoxious scoff from the other side of the room ripped me back and my mood soured instantly.
    “Don’t go back there, Sav. Remember you and me, only ever you and me. Remember this morning.” He dropped his face to my neck, and the feeling of his breathing and lips on my skin as he whispered made me forget everything that was happening in this room. “I can still feel my cock so deep in you that I saw stars. Remember the way your body felt as you came undone around me. Every time with you is perfection. Forget her.”
    “Are we going to get on with this?” Chelsea bitched. “Or are you two going to keep pretending everything is perfect in your little made-up world?”
    That was it. Professionalism could get screwed. I spun around out of Tate’s arms with fire roaring through my body. “Wanna know what perfect is, Chelsea? Perfect is the fact that Tate and I are talking about how we made love this morning and how we are probably going to again at lunchtime and probably again tonight. That is perfection, Chelsea, and if it is made up, then I’m living the best fucking fairytale I could have ever created.”
    As a standoff of epic proportions began between Chelsea and me. My hackles rose, and I knew I would never back down from her. I wasn’t a revengeful person, but as soon as someone starts hurting the people I care about and throwing around half-arsed accusations, they will see the wrath of Savannah. This could be the very reason I chose to have limited female friends. It was easier than having to deal with the bullshit games girls were notorious for starting, and clearly this was why I never hid my intentions when it came to men in the past. Be clear as day and no feelings came to the surface. I felt Mr. Davenport sigh beside me and I swallowed hard. Professional, Savannah. For him.
    I still didn’t back down as I spoke. “So I am assuming the—”
    “Um, excuse me? I was told that I needed to be here.”
    Our heads snapped to the door opening slowly, and I couldn’t believe who I was looking at, could this day get any weirder? Blake freaking Ryan had just walked through the door looking all rock star-ish. This was the first time we had seen each other since he had left New York for London.
    His eyes widened to the size of saucers as he took everything in. Dressed head to toe in black, he was wearing a shirt that sat snug against his body, and his tattoos were glistening under the boardroom lights. He was born to be a rock star.
    His eyes bounced between Tate and me and dropped to my hand gripped tightly in Tate’s and a smile tugged at his lips. Tate’s body stiffened against mine and his hand squeezed mine to the point of hurt like he was making his claim on me.
    “Stop it,” I hissed and shot him a pleading look.
    “Sorry, just habit,” he whispered then peppered my jaw with a kiss.
    “Thanks for coming in, Blake.” Mr. Davenport shuffled papers on the large conference table and looked towards Blake, holding out a pen and what looked to be a contract. “So you have been booked for the shoot next week and we are now just finalizing details. Savannah will be running the shoot on behalf of Beautify and Chelsea will be the female model for the campaign. If you can just sign here, we are good to go.”
    Blake shook his head and shot a disgusted look at Chelsea. “Are you serious? I can’t work with her.”
    “See? I told you, Savannah. Even Blake doesn’t want to work with you in your pathetic little fairytale world you are supposedly living in,” Chelsea spat before she threw her straw-looking hair over her shoulder and strutted towards Blake. I watched Blake closely; the look sweeping over his face was priceless.
    “I wasn’t talking about Savannah, you idiot. I cannot work with you, Chelsea. I tend to not want to associate with fucked-up, conniving bitches.”
    I couldn’t hide the smile of victory tugging on my lips. Blake Ryan, you genius. The look of utter