Page 33 of Savage Cravings

Like it was already a foregone conclusion that I would be his, temporary as it might be?

I looked away from his intense, dark gaze as I set his plate down in front of him. He moved his hand to adjust the cup of water in front of him, his muscular arm brushing up against my nipples.

I gasped, startled by the sensation as bolts of electricity moved up and down my body. I couldn’t tell if that was a good thing or not.

He caught my eyes, that smile of his widening.

A bad thing.

It was definitely a bad thing.

I stepped back when a strange look crossed his face, even as the smile stayed on his face.

There was something almost… hungry about the look. I swallowed hard and moved around him to give Maverick his plate.

He was quiet when I set it down in front of him, though I felt his eyes on me the entire time. I resisted the urge to scream thatI really wasn’t all that interesting. I quickly moved to the final man. The man I had been trying to avoid. I couldn’t see his eyes when I set the plate down in front of him.

Though I was good at putting up a front, under his gaze, I felt all that slip away. I took a step back once I was done.

“Would you like anything else?” I asked quietly.

Silas looked like he wanted to say something, but Maverick beat him to it. “That’s all. Thank you.”

I turned and forced myself to walk away at a normal pace and not run out of there like I really wanted to do.

I walked back to the table where Annette was sitting with her friends.

They were all finished with their meals.

“Can I get you anything?” I asked.

“Yeah,” Annette answered without glancing at me. “A round of margaritas for us.”

I nodded, though no one was paying me any attention. They barely noticed when I took away some of their empty plates.

Every single one of them was focused on the men. I should want the men to pay attention to the women at this table and leave me alone, yet the thought of it felt like lead in my stomach, and I didn’t know why that was. I didn’t want their attention.

I didn’t know them.

I walked over to the bar and placed their drink order, trying hard not to look at the brothers’ table.

I didn’t look, but I knew their eyes were on me, especially the smiley one…Silas.

By the time the drinks were made and I was on my way to bring them over to the women, careful not to spill anything, Annette, the brazen girl that she was, was approaching the brothers’ table.

I watched her make a slow perusal of each man, as if she couldn’t decide which one she wanted more. A sort of heavinesssettled uncomfortably in my chest as she first took in Killian, found the permanent scowl on his face, and moved quickly over to Maverick, pausing slightly before finally settling her gaze on Silas.

I set the drinks down for the girls, but no one from the table was paying me a bit of attention. They all watched, as if with bated breath, as their friend reached over and tapped Silas on the shoulder.

Three pairs of intimidating eyes swung her way, and I had to give it to her for holding her ground.

Aside from the slight, barely noticeable faltering of her smile, she didn’t appear to be intimidated by the men at all.

I set the final glass down. I should probably go to the back, but watching Annette about to flirt with one of the brothers was like watching a car heading toward a collision.

You knew what was about to happen, but you found yourself unable to tear your eyes away.

Annette twirled her hair with her finger delicately as she kept her eyes on Silas.

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