going to bed with an itzy bitzy fly buzzing around your head? Sometimes, size doesn’t matter.”
Suddenly, the corners of his laughing eyes crinkled even more and his voice dropped to a low, sexy, softer tone. “And sometimes it does, sweetheart.” He leaned into her from across the table.
A crackle of sudden, raw sexual energy passed between them. Stunned, Tori jerked back in her seat. A hot blush of mortification infused her whole body, as she realized what she’d said. She hadn’t meant it like that, of course, but obviously, he, the brute that he was, had. For the life of her, she couldn’t think of a suitable retort. All she could do was sit there and allow his suddenly feverish eyes to roam the contours of her face before finally resting on her lips. Every spot on her face that he’d stared at tingled as if he had touched it with his finger and in a flash a burst of longing flooded the pit of her stomach. Why was she letting him get to her like this? Because really, he was just doing it to show her who the boss was in their little business arrangement—which was him. Well, he wasn’t going to win this battle!
Annoyed, she turned to her grandmother beside her. It was obvious the older woman hadn’t been paying attention to their little exchange because she was busy securing her leftover cash with the elastic band again.
Tori’s gaze swiveled back to Savage, and watched as he leaned back in his seat, his mouth twitching with humor. She could tell that he was enjoying the little game he was playing with her, and enjoying the fact that she wasn’t even more.
Nana unintentionally broke the tension when, after stuffing her money back in her purse, she turned to her granddaughter. “Now that that’s all settled with, Tori honey, I need you to go wait for me outside. I want to talk to Mr. Savage in private.”
“Why?”
“Because I said so, that’s why.”
“No! Whatever you have to tell him, I want to hear too,” Tori demanded.
Nana’s nostrils flared. “Victoria Alexandra Jones—don’t make me start spittin’ fire. Do as you’re told right now!” she yelled at the top of her lungs, not caring that every eye in the restaurant had turned their way at her outburst.
The biker laughed softly to himself, obviously enjoying seeing her being put in her place. She turned to him and her eyes blazed murderously but his look said he didn’t care—in fact, she deserved to be spoken to in that way. If she wanted to act like a spoiled brat, then that’s how she should be treated.
“Yes, ma’am,” Tori gritted back at her grandmother, before slipping out of the booth and walking, with head proudly held high, to the exit.
She felt his eyes glued to her back, following her every step out. Suddenly irritated and fed up by the both of them, she hit the door hard with the flat of her palm and stomped outside into the hot, Vegas heat.
* * *
After making sure that her granddaughter wasn’t inside the restaurant anymore, Estelle turned to the biker sitting across from her. “I just wanted to tell you one thing, Mr. Savage. You see that child out there?”
She pointed through the window to where Tori now stood beside the Harley bike, in her sunny, yellow sweater and with her arms insolently crossed against her chest, glaring at the pair of them through the glass.
Savage’s eyesight followed the elder’s finger and a smile naturally came to his lips as he took in Tori’s angry stance. But no matter how big of a frown she was wearing, she was still so heart-stoppingly gorgeous.
Her brown shoulder length hair was innocently tucked behind both ears; and her face was angelic and soft, not hard like the women he was used to. His fiery gaze travelled down her body. She was small but lush and curvy in all the right places. He felt the heat rush between his legs, making him hard for her. No doubt about it, she was beautiful. She oozed breeding and goodness and sweetness and innocence of heart—and for the
Suddenly, the corners of his laughing eyes crinkled even more and his voice dropped to a low, sexy, softer tone. “And sometimes it does, sweetheart.” He leaned into her from across the table.
A crackle of sudden, raw sexual energy passed between them. Stunned, Tori jerked back in her seat. A hot blush of mortification infused her whole body, as she realized what she’d said. She hadn’t meant it like that, of course, but obviously, he, the brute that he was, had. For the life of her, she couldn’t think of a suitable retort. All she could do was sit there and allow his suddenly feverish eyes to roam the contours of her face before finally resting on her lips. Every spot on her face that he’d stared at tingled as if he had touched it with his finger and in a flash a burst of longing flooded the pit of her stomach. Why was she letting him get to her like this? Because really, he was just doing it to show her who the boss was in their little business arrangement—which was him. Well, he wasn’t going to win this battle!
Annoyed, she turned to her grandmother beside her. It was obvious the older woman hadn’t been paying attention to their little exchange because she was busy securing her leftover cash with the elastic band again.
Tori’s gaze swiveled back to Savage, and watched as he leaned back in his seat, his mouth twitching with humor. She could tell that he was enjoying the little game he was playing with her, and enjoying the fact that she wasn’t even more.
Nana unintentionally broke the tension when, after stuffing her money back in her purse, she turned to her granddaughter. “Now that that’s all settled with, Tori honey, I need you to go wait for me outside. I want to talk to Mr. Savage in private.”
“Why?”
“Because I said so, that’s why.”
“No! Whatever you have to tell him, I want to hear too,” Tori demanded.
Nana’s nostrils flared. “Victoria Alexandra Jones—don’t make me start spittin’ fire. Do as you’re told right now!” she yelled at the top of her lungs, not caring that every eye in the restaurant had turned their way at her outburst.
The biker laughed softly to himself, obviously enjoying seeing her being put in her place. She turned to him and her eyes blazed murderously but his look said he didn’t care—in fact, she deserved to be spoken to in that way. If she wanted to act like a spoiled brat, then that’s how she should be treated.
“Yes, ma’am,” Tori gritted back at her grandmother, before slipping out of the booth and walking, with head proudly held high, to the exit.
She felt his eyes glued to her back, following her every step out. Suddenly irritated and fed up by the both of them, she hit the door hard with the flat of her palm and stomped outside into the hot, Vegas heat.
* * *
After making sure that her granddaughter wasn’t inside the restaurant anymore, Estelle turned to the biker sitting across from her. “I just wanted to tell you one thing, Mr. Savage. You see that child out there?”
She pointed through the window to where Tori now stood beside the Harley bike, in her sunny, yellow sweater and with her arms insolently crossed against her chest, glaring at the pair of them through the glass.
Savage’s eyesight followed the elder’s finger and a smile naturally came to his lips as he took in Tori’s angry stance. But no matter how big of a frown she was wearing, she was still so heart-stoppingly gorgeous.
Her brown shoulder length hair was innocently tucked behind both ears; and her face was angelic and soft, not hard like the women he was used to. His fiery gaze travelled down her body. She was small but lush and curvy in all the right places. He felt the heat rush between his legs, making him hard for her. No doubt about it, she was beautiful. She oozed breeding and goodness and sweetness and innocence of heart—and for the
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