Page 83 of Savage

God, this man had secrets upon secrets. Every time I thought I was getting somewhere with him, he threw up a hand and said, “Hold my beer.”

So why did all that mystery intrigue me to no end and somehow make me want to get even closer?

He motioned for me to turn around, and I sighed and relented.

“I already met King,” I reminded him. “He’s the one who told me I had to be at this meeting.”

“I’m aware.”

The world went dark as he tied the blindfold on, securing it tight.

“Don’t forget that anything or anyone you see is confidential, per the terms of your NDA.”

Anyone? Now that piqued my interest.“Understood,” I said. “I’m not looking to fork out a billion dollars for betraying your secrets.”

Instead of holding me by the arm the way he had when I was blindfolded before, Lachlan reached for my hand and placed it around his bicep. It was a closer, more intimate move, and I took full advantage, squeezing those powerful muscles that were always hidden beneath suits.

“Careful,” he murmured. “Keep touching me like that, and we won’t be leaving.”

“And that’s a bad thing?”

“It is if you want to be on the other side of King’s wrath.”

That had me stilling my hand. I didn’t know much about the guy I’d met yesterday, but in those few moments with him, I’d known beyond a shadow of a doubt he wasn’t someone you messed with. And Lachlan seemed to agree.

“Better get a move on,” I said, tugging on Lachlan’s arm, and he let out a low chuckle before moving.

The elevator I recognized. But once we got off, I was led through what felt like a maze. It might’ve been just a way to keep me disoriented, so I couldn’t retrace my steps.

The first thing I noticed was that the air turned cooler, though I felt flickering warmth on my face every few feet. I inched closer to Lachlan, keeping a tight hold on him. I could say all day it was because I needed his guidance, but I had a feeling he knew exactly why I wanted him close.

I also had a feeling he wanted me there too.

We stopped suddenly, and I heard something large and loud yawn open, and then we were walking again. The sound of male voices grew louder with every step we took, and I knew when we’d finally arrived because someone cursed and then the room went silent.

Dead silent.

“Lachlan.” Whoever spoke made Lachlan’s name sound like a warning.

“This is King’s doing,” Lachlan said. “If you don’t like it, take it up with him.”

“This should’ve gone to a vote. He’s an outsider?—”

“Who’s been crucial to nailing Mick. Get the fuck over it.”

Electricity hummed in my veins. I couldn’t even see who the players were, but I could already notice an interesting dynamic between them.

Wait, was the blindfold coming off at all? Or would I be in the dark for this meeting? I’d forgotten to ask.

“Enough.” This deep voice I recognized immediately. King had arrived.

“King, you can’t seriously think this is a good idea,” the man objecting to my presence said.

“It’s done.”

“I strongly urge you to reconsider.”

“Noted. And denied.”

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