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Her eyes widen. “What do you mean? What are you going to do?”
I swipe my thumb along her jaw, then over her lips. She parts them ever so slightly and I fight the urge to slide the tip in.
“Savvy, can we leave now?” Adeline asks, interrupting the moment.
Revoking my privacy as a parent hasn’t been an issue until now. I haven’t wanted to be intimate with anyone for the past five years. Now that Adeline is getting older and finding her independence... now that I’m returning to acting... myneedsare hitting me full force.
I suppose I’ll just have to get creative with my plan to flirt with, and steal kisses from Savannah. Especially since she’s allowed me to taste her.
Before Xavier drives me to Queens for my eleven a.m. call time, I take out my phone and call Lana. I ask her if she trusts anyone on the police force in Silo Springs to keep an eye on Brad. I explain that he texted Savannah, and she curses in my ear. She tells me she always found him to be a creep. Lana reassures me, saying she’ll call the police chief to have Brad watched. If that tool even tries to leave town, I’ll know.
Savannah insists I shouldn’t worry about her ex. Still, I’m not taking chances. After what happened this morning in my bed, I have an overwhelming need to protect her.
Chapter 10 - Savannah
Twowholedays.That’show long it’s been since Rey and I...
I’d catch myself staring at his hands... his fingers... those magical fucking fingers that made me come. My body count isn’t what I’d consider high. I’ve only been with ten men my entire life. Brad was vanilla and boring. He tried to pleasure me with his mouth and fingers, but he could never hit the right spot, so I’d fake it. Then, when he passed out, I’d take my vibrator into the bathroom to finish what he started.
The other men weren’t as bad as Brad, but no one...no onehas ever made me orgasm during foreplay alone.
I told Reynold we should slow down. I’ve spent the past few days convincing myself it’s for the best. Adeline sure is testing me, though. Every night, she’d wake up an hour after I put her to bed and beg me to go sleep with her in Reynold’s room. Once she dozed off, I’d leave her there and go back to my room.
I have a feeling she’s doing this on purpose. Reynold said she never wants to sleep in his bed. She’s a clever little girl. I know she understands more than she leads on. She pretends not to listen to adult conversations, but she’s always recounting every detail, every word said from preschool. I know she listens to, and sees, everything.
Reynold told me Addy was the one encouraging him to return to acting. He said she’s independent, and no longer needs him around all the time. Is she putting on a show of missing him for my benefit? Is she trying to play matchmaker?
Reynold is also testing me.
I’d find him brooding in the kitchen while making breakfast, then he’d whisper in my ear.
If only you’d been in my bed this morning. My mouth is far more talented than my fingers.
Damn him.
Still, I stayed strong. I want this. I do, but it’s all happening too fast. I worry about losing this job. What if we hook up and it’s horrible, or we hook up for weeks and he finds someone else to fuck, or we hook up until he gets bored, then decides he doesn’t want to see me working around his home and fires me? Or if he doesn’t fire me, it would be awkward and then I’d have to quit.
Okay, my thoughts are creating worst-case scenarios. Especially the one about the sex being horrible. I don’t think Reynold is horrible at anything. And I’ve known him long enough to know that he wouldn’t ‘wham, bam, thank you ma’am’ me. He wouldn’t treat me like a booty call. That doesn’t mean it wouldn’t get awkward if something were to happen. How could I see him every day knowing his dick has been inside me?
It’s Thursday morning now. Lana is meeting me at Addy’s preschool and we’re going to do some tourist stuff. First up: The Statue of Liberty.
I almost don’t recognize her as she walks up to me with her bodyguards trailing. She’s wearing a blonde wig, high-waisted jean shorts, and a tucked in pink t-shirt that says New York City on it. A fanny pack sits diagonally across her chest. She looks like a mom who got stuck in the eighties. I almost tell her she sticks out like a sore thumb, but it’s New York, and I saw similar outfits while working in SoHo for a few weeks.
We could be sisters. We’re about the same size. I’m wearing overall shorts and a crop top underneath. I have my long blonde hair up in a ponytail since it’s the beginning of June. Even though temperatures are in the upper eighties, we’re going to be walking around in the sun all day. I’m already sweating thinking about it.
“Savannah! It’s so good to see you!” Lana brings me into a crushing hug before pulling away. “You look fantastic.”
“Me? You’re absolutely glowing!”
Lana waves me off. “That’s just an org—”
She stops and cringes.
“Sorry, I was about to TMI you.”
I laugh. “No, please! TMI me! I want all the details.”
We walk arm in arm while Lana tells me about her morning activities with Mylan that left her with a post-orgasm glow. Sarah and Henry stay close behind. Lana’s two bodyguards walk ahead. It’s so very clear that we’re being protected, and I try not to think about it potentially drawing attention to us.
