Page 12 of Savage

Cooper sat back from me, almost as if he didn’t trust himself—or maybe me, which was a more likely and accurate scenario.

“Okay, so what constitutes ‘nice’?”

I gave a wolfish smile, and something in my expression must’ve tipped him off to my thoughts, because he shook his head.

“Or do I not want to know?”

“Depends.” I shrugged and took another sip of my coffee. “How badly do you want to know my name?”

Cooper snorted and tapped the side of his cup. “You’re very cocky, has anyone ever told you that?”

“Yes. All the time.”

“And that doesn’t bother you?”

“No, why would it?”

“I…I don’t know, actually. It just seems like it might get you in trouble.”

“Ah, there’s that word again.” I stretched my legs out under the table, and when my foot grazed the side of his calf, Cooper sucked in a breath. “And I already told you, I’m not averse to trouble.”

“Or flirting.”

“Is that what I’m doing?”

Cooper started to laugh. “Yes. Pretty hard, too.”

“Want me to stop?”Say yes, because I’m not sure I can.

“I didn’t say that.”

“Then I guess the real question is, are you scared of getting in a little trouble yourself?”

“If only you knew.”

Now that was too easy a segue to ignore. “Which means what, exactly? You’re a daredevil?”

He shook his head. “Hardly. I just recently found myself in a situation that—” Cooper stopped, narrowed his eyes, and pointed at me. “Oh no you don’t. Name, please. I already have part of it.”

“Do you now?”

“Your last name, Stone. That’s what the lady said, ‘Cappuccino for Stone.’”

So he’d been paying attention to his surroundings, which was good, or maybe he’d just been paying attention to me. My dick jerked between my legs. Apparently my body likedthatidea a whole lot more.

“And how do you know that’s not my first name?”

Cooper ran his eyes down over me, and it might as well have been his hand with the way my body reacted. It hadn’t beenthatlong since I’d gotten laid, and yet one look from Boy Scout and my body felt like a furnace.

“It doesn’t suit you.”

“It doesn’t?”

“No.” Cooper shook his head as I took another long sip of my coffee. “It’s too succinct. Too cold. You need something…”

I settled back and propped my elbow on the arm of the chair, and Cooper’s gaze shifted to the silver bracelets at my wrist, the ring on my finger, then back to my face.

“I need something…?” I arched a brow.

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