Page 123 of Savage Suit
“I suppose we are. So, what’syourfavorite color?”
She laughed, and I chuckled at the infectious sound. Her joyful expression warmed my stony heart, and it relieved me to see her lifting herself from the funk Claude put her in. “You can’t just steal my question, Mr. Keegan.”
“I can and I did. Now answer me.”
“Fine. I like red. It looks great on me.”
Remembering her little red suit, I nodded in agreement, and my cock thickened, eager to express his agreement with her statement, too. “Indeed, it does,” I said huskily.
Lust darkened her gray eyes. “Why, thank you. My turn, now.” Lowering her lashes, she cleared her throat. “What’s your favorite animal?”
Her boring questions disappointed me, but I didn’t want to relinquish my time with her. “Ask another one. That one is too simple.”
“Hey, a person’s favorite animal speaks volumes about their character,” she chided, a soft smile playing on her lips.
God, she was gorgeous.
“Such as?”
“Dogs and cats. Both are great pets, but in need of different care. Cats are more independent and colder toward their owners, while dogs are more affectionate and loyal.”
“What if I like them both equally?”
“Then you just like cute, fluffy animals and my words are meaningless.”
Her dramatic sigh coaxed another chuckle from me.
“So, what’s your favorite animal, Noah?”
The casual use of my first name might breed insubordination, but I loved the way ‘Noah’ sounded on her lips. The two times she’d seen me over the past week, I don’t think she’d addressed me. “I’d have to say turtles, Ryan. Those creatures got me interested in scuba diving.”
Her eyebrows lifted in surprise. “Scuba diving?”
“Yeah. When I was younger, I found turtles adorable. I carried out a life’s goal to swim with them on my twenty-fifth birthday.”
“Wow! Great!” She finished her quesadilla. “Your turn.”
“Tell me about an unconventional life goal.”
“Unconventional?”
“Unique to you, like swimming with turtles.”
“I have several, but a collection of luxury pens doesn’t interest many. It’s silly, but I’d love to own a bunch of fancy pens.”
“Noted.” I smiled, adding researching top-tier pens to gift her to my mental to-do list. Cheap pens from bulk packs worked for me and cost far less. “Your turn.”
“Tell me about a memorable stranger.”
“A mysterious woman from a party. Our encounter was brief, but I connected to her.”
The girl at the ball sawmeand treated me like a man, instead of a steppingstone or a personal bank.
“Are you still in contact with her?”
Since my every effort to prove Ryan was that angel had failed, I shook my head. “No,” I sighed. “We talked for a little while, and I never saw her again,” I announced, my disappointment clear to my own ears.
Ryan’s face fell, and I cringed. I couldn’t explain my regret came from acceptingshewasn’t that girl. But Quinn had been right. I was chasing ghosts while a flesh-and-blood woman unimpressed with my status or my wealth was within my reach.
