Page 61 of Savage

“What?” Lachlan asked as I got to my feet.

“Nothing.”

Lachlan moved off the table until we were practically standing toe to toe, and I had to angle my face up to meet his eyes.

“That smirk didn’t look like nothing.”

“You have your secrets and I have mine. Now, are you going to show me around, or did you want to get back to the twenty questions?”

Lachlan’s eyes narrowed as they roamed down over me, and a shiver raced down my spine. We needed to get out of this roomnow. Between last night’s frustration and Lachlan back to his usual sexy, controlled mode, I couldn’t be held responsible for what might happen if we remained around flat surfaces.

He walked to the door and pulled it open, then turned back. “Well, come on. Let’s show you around.”

I hurried over, but before I could make it through the open door, he moved in front of it.

“I’m going to give you a tour of where you can go while you stay here, but?—”

“Oh, here it comes.”

“What’s that?”

“The restrictions. I’m going to give you this,but…Let me guess, I get to go to the restaurant my food came from but that’s it. You’re not really giving me anything at all, right?”

Lachlan cocked his head. “You know, this conversation is eerily similar to one I had recently with my boss.”

“You have a boss? I thought you were the head of your security company?”

“And I thought you were going to stop asking questions.” Lachlan’s breath ghosted over my lips.

“We haven’t left the room yet,” I said quietly.

“You’re right. We probably should do that.”

It took everything I had not to lean forward and try to convince him what a bad idea that was with my mouth, butconsidering I hadn’t been making the most rational decisions lately, I decided to let the head on my shoulders prevail this time.

Lachlan led me to the elevators, and once we stepped inside he didn’t press any buttons.

It was the first time I’d gotten a look at what I’d felt was a claustrophobic space in a blindfold, but I should’ve known based on the penthouse that this wasn’t just some run-of-the-mill elevator, but one that belonged in the Gilded Age.

“Where to first?” I said, noticing that the floors went up to eighteen and we were currently on the level directly below.

“That’s up to you. Choose one.”

Now this was my idea of fun. So many floors, so many decisions. I randomly reached out to hit the number five, but Lachlan stilled my hand.

“Not that one,” he said.

“You said to choose one. What’s wrong with five?”

“I think you’ll enjoy the others more.”

Now my curiosity was piqued. I’d definitely be back to figure out what the deal was there, but for the time being, I hit ten.

As the elevator began its descent, I said, “I’m guessing that floor meets your approval?”

“I think you’ll find it useful.”

“You’re incredibly cryptic, anyone ever tell you that?”

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