Page 16 of Filthy Savage

And closer.

Oh God. He’s gonna kiss me. Really kiss me.

Just when I think he’s about to, he pulls my forehead to his.

“I need you to go inside before I do something I can’t take back.”

Before I can argue that I want him to, he pushes off me, taking the keycard I forgot I was holding and opening my door.

“Go on.” A hand at the small of my back ushers me into the room, and my face falls.

I stare up at him, my body flushed, need filling my veins while his eyes drink me in, unable to stop himself.

“I’ll see you in a bit.” His nostrils flare, eyes hooded.

Then he’s closing my door, leaving me there wondering how I’m supposed to forget a man like him.

When his door slams shut, I lean against the wall, a mess of emotions, unsure how my life could’ve changed this much in such a short time.

CHAPTER 4

AMARA

As soon asI’m done with my shower and throwing a robe on, there’s a knock on the door. Nervously, I tuck the belt tighter, hoping it isn’t Fionn telling me we’re leaving for the wedding earlier than anticipated.

The thought of seeing him again fills me with both excitement and nervousness. After what happened earlier, I don’t know how to act around him. And knowing I’ll be gone tomorrow and will never see him again makes me sad too.

With a sigh, I look through the peephole to find a woman I don’t recognize. She’s wearing a hotel staff jacket and holding some bags.

She probably got the wrong room. Because I definitely didn’t order anything.

“May I help you?” I ask, opening the door to the attractive blonde.

“Are you Miss Emily?”

“Uh…” My face scrunches in confusion. “Yes?”

“I’m Hannah. Fionn sent me.”

Still puzzled, I glance at all the stuff she’s holding. “For what, exactly?”

“Well, he chose some dresses for you for tonight’s wedding and wanted me to bring them over, as well as do your hair and makeup.”

He didwhat?

She appears excited, while I’m staring at her all bewildered.

I can’t believe he did that. A smile tugs at my lips. The man continues to surprise me.

How has a stranger done more for me than anyone else in my life? The thought causes a pang in my chest, but I brush it off.

“Sorry. Please come in.”

She struts inside, placing the stuff on the sofa. “I have two gown options in two sizes for you to try on.”

She removes the garment bags and hangs two on each of the doors of the closet.

Once she unzips them, my eyes grow. “They’re gorgeous.”

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