Dylan's eyes were still fixed on the docunt. "Cancel? This evening's contract is worth six figures, and I hardly think Savannah is worth more than that."
Garwood remained silent.
Soon night fell. Outside the villa, Los Angeles shimred like a crescent of stars.
Judy had prepared a al for Savannah, but she'd refused. So, instead, Jude had piled up the floor around her feet and on the table, "just in case." And she was hungry, starving, in fact, but she wouldn't eat a bite of it. She wouldn't give Dylan anything, would touch anything he owned.
As the hours drew on, Judy beca more concerned. "Please miss Schultz, Mr. Sterling often stays overnight at the company working. He even has an apartnt nearby; it happens so often. It may be better if you go ho tonight, get so sleep, and co back tomorrow."
But Savannah didn't know if she'd have the courage or the anger to co again, so she shook her head. "I'm fine, really. I'll wait for him here. It's late, and you go to sleep. I'll camp out here if it's okay with you."
Judy tussled her hair. "It's fine with , dear. Just as long as it's fine with you." She left, and Savannah listened as she climbed up the stairs and closed her door.
Hours passed. The night emptied and the streets grew silent.
A sleek and black car swung into the drive, parking at the top of the hill, in front of the villa. A slender figure stooped out the door, stood upright, and adjusted the lapels of his jacket. He slt of spice and wine and smoke.
Next to him rose a woman, tall and elegant, wearing a low-cut gold dress and strap-heels. She clung onto his arm. "Dylan, baby, are you doing anything tonight?"
Dylan grunted, pulled his arm out from hers, and gave her a cheque for two-thousand dollars. He had hired an escort of girls to help secure his client's signatures. It had worked. This one had beco attached to him.
She looked disappointedly at the cheque. She slunk infant of him, hooked her arms around his neck, and pouted her lips. "Aren't you going to invite to co in? Think of all the fun we could have." Then, she slipped one hand down his front, grabbed the bulge of his trousers, and kissed his thin lips.
In a flurry of movent, Dylan grabbed her wrist, twisted it, and threw her back. She landed on all fours, like a cat, and scread in surprise. "What the hell is your problem?" She scread, crying.
"Go." Said Dylan, his voice icy cold.
The woman hesitated, looked from his to the street below, and ran.
Dylan turned to go inside, stopped, and saw Savannah on the porch. His lips tightened into a smile, and he walked up the steps to her. A heat prickling breath on his collar, his pulse was rising like the sweat on his skin.
He lood over her. The sll of alcohol more apparent now, she could sll the woman perfud mingled with his own, the smoke on his jacket and breath. She suddenly felt unsure of herself. "I'm sorry, maybe now isn't the best ti. I think I should co back tomorrow."
Dylan's lips pressed into a thin line. When she tried to brush by, he grabbed her by the forearm and pulled her into the house's hallway.
"What the hell- take you hands off !"
"You've waited so long for . Well, I'm finally here." He threw her onto the wide sofa, bent down, and stretched his arms around her, trapping her in his arms.
He was everywhere. She could taste his sll, felt a thrill of fright at being trapped by him. "I didn't co here for this." She said stubbornly.
"This? So you feel it?"
She then beca aware of the bulge in his pants, pressing against her. Recoiled. "I won't. I won't! I WON'T!" She cried, brought up her knee with all the strength she could muster, and drove it up, up so that he grunted and staggered back. She sat there, frozen, as he brought himself up to his full height, laughing—frightened of what was going to happen next. And then - and then… he slumped down next to her, exhausted.
"Fine, fine. I was only playing." He said a wry smile on his lips. "Could you do a favor, then? Could you get sothing for my head? I've got a splitting headache."
What about Judy?"
"I don't want to wake her. not at this hour."
Savannah nodded and went off to the kitchen. Fetched a glass and filled it with milk and honey.
"What's this?" Said Dylan, slling it. "I wanted cold water."
"This will work better, trust ."
Dylan narrowed his eyes. "Trust is earned, and so far, you've only lost it." He gulped it down, returned the glass to her.
She took it and returned to the kitchen with it. She only needed to help him for the sake of Kevin, and she reminded herself. And if she could do that, well, that would be dical in itself.
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