Page 31 of Savage Cravings

Though my hands shook earlier, it was nothing compared to how bad they were as I set the glasses down.

“You okay?” Silas asked.

I could only nod, pulling out my pad and offering a fake smile.

I didn’t know why I was feeling so off about these three men. My gut told me to run away as fast and as far from them as possible.

But there was something else. Something I didn’t know how to explain.

I wanted to get away from them, yet I also wanted to burrow deep beneath their skin.

Perhaps the club had messed me up more than I thought. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have found these dangerous men to be so fucking fascinating.

“Are you gentlemen ready to order?”

Maverick’s lips twisted in an amused smile at my words. Almost as if he found it funny that I called them “gentlemen.”

While there was nothinggentlemanlyabout the men, Maverick dressed like he could belong behind the table of a high-power boardroom meeting, or perhaps the cover ofGQmagazine. Surely those deep blue eyes of his would sell millions of copies.

He flashed them up at me, and I gulped without thinking about it.

His smile widened, showing teeth. Much as how the Big Bad Wolf was described before he devoured the Three Little Pigs.

Was I the little pig in this scenario?

I didn’t want to be a defenseless little piglet.

“What do you recommend, angel?”

The question came from Silas. I could feel my face twisting a little from the nickname, and I couldn’t decide how I felt about it.

I had been called lots of things in my life, especially by my father’s men, but when they called me things like sweetheart or baby, there was almost always a mocking undertone.

I supposed I was trying to figure out if that was the case with Silas.

He looked me directly in the eyes with an expectant expression. He must have been a really good actor because I couldn’t hear even a hint of mockery.

As ifangelwas fitting for me when I looked the way I did right now.

I shifted on my feet.

“I wouldn’t know,” I said quietly. “Tonight is my first night working here.”

Something changed in his eyes, but I couldn’t begin to guess what it was, even if I tried.

I resisted the urge to run out of there.

As much as they fascinated me, they terrified me even more.

Maverick spoke then. “Steak for me, little monster.”

I didn’t bother commenting on the nickname. What were the odds that I would see him again after tonight?

A chill went up my spine at the thought, but I ignored that and asked, “How would you like it cooked?”

“Rare,” he answered smoothly.

I nodded and turned to Silas. “I think I’ll have the full rack of ribs,” he said. “And put extra barbeque sauce on the side for me, won’t you?”

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