Page 18 of Savage for You

“Hey, girl! Hi, Savage,” I greet both of them.

“Hey, Killer,” he says with a shit eating grin.

God, this man is wearing gray sweatpants with a white fitted t-shirt and a backwards black Supreme hat. Fuck me, he looks so damn good.

Autumn just smirks at me, and I roll my eyes. I swear if I took a shot for every time I rolled my eyes when I’m around other people, I would be black out drunk.

“Hey, Talon, what's good, man?” Rocky says.

Talon and him do this bro handshake, hug thing, and Autumn and I giggle at the sight.

“Uhm, Montana, can I talk to you for a minute?” Rocky asks.

“Sure, we can go to my room and talk. Be right back, make yourself at home like Shrek has over there,” I say to Autumn.

“No funny business,” Talon yells out.

I groan and yell back, “Shut up.”

The big oaf laughs at me and Rocky chuckles behind me.

We get to my room, and he looks around. My bed is in the middle of the room but between the windows that take over the back wall. I have glass windows that overlook the riverwalk. There are vine plants hanging all around my space and some others around in different pots. Like I said, I love plants.

There are so many pillows on my bed because who doesn’t like a billion pillows on the bed?

Serial killers, that’s who.

My room still follows the bohemian theme. I love olive green, terracotta, beige, and black colors. It's so calming to come home to a serene space. I prefer minimalism and don't have a lot of things. I also have a designated area for reading and working on my designs. I create fake book covers for imaginary books as well as for books that I love.

“Whoa, Killer. You have so many pillows, but this is really nice. It feels like a home, and not just an apartment that a college girl is renting,” he says while eyeing me.

See, now I’m scared, serial killer. I laugh a little at that thought.

“I love these windows, and the reading area for all your dirty girl books.” He grins.

His grin broadens, and I blush. “Yeah, it's mine. It’s home, and what can I say I love reading books? But I have more than just smut books. Riley Sager is another author I enjoy reading and his books are more thrillers.” I shrug trying to play it off like he’s not affecting me.

Not getting into details that my family owns this building, and some players actually live up in the penthouses on the top four floors. I didn’t want that, I just needed something small and beautiful for myself.

“Well, I wanted to talk to you about your bucket-slash-fuck it list.”

“What about it?” I tilt my head to the side because I’m trying to get a read on him.

“Can I see it?” he asks shyly.

“Umm, sure…one sec,” I say, and go to grab it from my bag. I watch as he holds it in his hand before he starts reading it out loud.

“One. Get a tattoo.”

“Two. Go on a candlelight trolly ghost tour.”

“Three. Go to Disneyland.

“Four. Have sex in a random place.”

I swear he gives me the side eye with that one.

“Five, Go to a Viking’s game.”

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