Page 16 of Broken Rules
Savannah sucked in a sharp breath and slammed the phone down. “Sorry!”
He casually leaned against the doorframe. “Don’t apologize. I broke into your restaurant. You’re supposed to call the police.”
“I...I...” She had no idea what to say or do.
He started to walk toward her.
She leapt to her feet and swiveled her chair in front of her like a shield. “You shouldn’t be here,” she blurted.
“I know.” He took another step closer.
She pressed up against the wall. “How did you get in here?”
“Very carefully,” was his only answer.
She swallowed hard. “What do you want?”
“I came to see you.”
She pressed her hand to her chest. “Me?”
His mouth was covered by fabric. Still, she could feel his smile all the way to her toes.
“Yeah, you.”
Her heart pounded as he leaned closer. He was tall and strong, yet slim and elegant, and when he moved, he did so soundlessly, effortlessly as if gliding.
He leaned against the edge of the desk, crossing one foot over the other. “I wanted to make sure you were okay.”
She straightened, released the chair, and smoothed her hair with her hands. After working a double, she no doubt smelled only slightly better than she looked.
“I’m...ah...I’m fine,” her voice trembled, betraying her nerves, despite how she tried to sound calm.
He stood and reached out his hand, clearly to graze his gloved fingers down her cheek, but she flinched. His hand dropped to his side.
“You’re still afraid,” he said simply.
“Wouldn’t you be?” she breathed.
His gaze held hers. Her stomach flipped. For the first time, she could see his eyes. They weren’t smoky grey after all.
“Your eyes are like fire,” she blurted.
“They’re amber,” came his simple reply.
She swallowed hard. “Maybe you are the big bad wolf.”
He took another step closer. “I don’t bite.”
She strained further away.
Silence hung between them. Somehow it was louder than even her heart pounding in her ears. His gaze bore into hers, smoldering and intense. She wanted to see him, the man beneath the mask. Without looking away, she crossed her arms over her chest, feeling suddenly exposed—as if she were naked to his gaze while she could still only see his amber eyes.
“Um...would you like a drink?” she said awkwardly.
“I won’t be staying.”
“But you just got here.”
