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What is he even doing out there? Just sitting in his car? Sitting in his car and staring at my apartment against his will? It’s bad enough that I threw myself at him, now he’s out there when he doesn’t want to be. God, the only saving grace in this situation is that it doesn’t seem like he told Cash about what happened. If he had, I would’ve dissolved into a librarian-shaped puddle of goo.
I get out of bed in the dark and walk through to the living room. I twitch the curtains back and peer down at the sliver of the street I can see from my front window.
Savage leans against the front of his SUV, his arms folded, and his head tilted back, staring directly up at me.
I almost flinch back, but I stop myself.
This is my apartment. I don’t even want him out there. Why shouldn’t I look out of the window? Embarrassed or not, he knows I don’t want him here, but he stayed, so if Savage doesn’t like me looking out my own damn front window, he can leave.
He keeps staring up at me, and I fold my arms and stare right back down at him.
It’s like we’re playing chicken. First person to look away is the loser, except I’m already the loser thanks to the whole “pink lace incident”. And the pepper-spewing. Oh God, the pepper-spewing.
I’m about to pull back when Savage pushes off the front of his SUV, and I grin. He’s going to leave. I win.
But Savage doesn’t circle around his car. Instead, he walks toward the stairs, watching me like I’m a deer, and he’s the hunter.
Eight
SAVAGE
I am a fool.
I knock on her front door.
A fucking fool.
She doesn’t answer. I knock again.
Finally, the latch scrapes and she appears, fucking breath-taking as always. Hannah narrows her eyes at me, still standing in the darkness in her apartment, the door only half open.
“What’s up?” she asks.
“What’s wrong with your power?”
“What kind of power are we talking about?” Hannah asks, covering her breasts with both arms, and my God, am I grateful that she does, because she is wearing punishment in clothing form. “Like my power over my mind, my power as a woman? Because there is nothing wrong with that. My power over my gag reflex, however—” She cuts off, her eyes widening. “I need to stop talking. Oh my God, why do I have a mouth?”
And why isn’t it on mine?
“Your lights are out,” I say.
“Huh?”
“You were standing in the dark at the window. Your lights are out.”
“That’s why you came up here?” Hannah asks, her eyebrows climbing. “Of course. Of course, that’s why you came up here. You were worried that I was alone in the dark with a stalker. Because you’re my bodyguard now. Because that’s a wonderful thing that’s happened in the past couple of hours. And I’m doing it again.” She gives a tight smile and rams her lips together.
“It would be much easier to look after you from inside your apartment.”
“Say what now?”
I clear my throat and take a single step inside.
She releases her door and backs up, her eyelids fluttering. “You can’t just?—”
“What?”
“You can’t just come in without asking.”
