Page 2 of Recklessly In Love With A Ruthless Savage
“DJ and Tyra are coming?”
“Really, yay. Me and DJ can play Roblox in the car and Aunty Tyra can braid my hair for me like she promised,” she cooed.
“I’ll remind her, baby. I have a work event to go to and then we’ll be over to get you. Love you, Timber.”
“Love you too, mommy, " she said before hanging up.
The party was in full swing when we walked in the door. 30 for 30 was playing through the speakers as coworkers and corporate employees mingled and danced with drinks in their hands. We laughed as we saw my administrator and general manager grinding on each other in the corner. There has been a rumor that they were seeing each other for a while. Based on the absence of corporate wives, I could tell what type of party this was going to turn into.
We walked over to the bar and ordered a few drinks to get our night started. I’m usually not a big drinker but the need to get my vacation started was taking priority. The venue where they were hosting the party was top tier. We were sitting in the ballroom of a posh country club and the decor they picked looked like it came straight out of a magazine. All reds, creams, golds and luxury. Pink hearts and red roses decorated the large room signifying love and valentines. The drinks were flowing, and the music was blasting as we joined in with our co-workers in the corner and vibed.
“I’m going to the bar for another drink," I told Tyra as she continued to dance with the respiratory therapist from our sister facility.
As I made my way to the bar, my heel got caught in the carpet causing me to topple over. I braced myself as the floor came barreling toward me. But the impact never came. A pair of large muscular arms stopped my impending face plant before I embarrassed myself in front of the whole hall. Thick arms cradled my body in a warm comforting embrace. His large body casted a shadow over me.
“Are you alright?” My savior asked, as he helped me to my feet.
I turned in his arms and my breath caught in my throat. I shook my head, not quite able to find my words. But then I did.
“I-I um, I’m fine; thank you,” I said, stumbling over my words.
The man in front of me was beautiful. Everything around us disappeared as I stared, lost in his stormy gray eyes.
“No problem, Princess,” he said, his eyes gazing at my lips before coming back to my face.
The timbre of his voice was low and commanding but somehow gentle, sending vibrations between my thighs. I attempted to back out of his hold but his arm around my waist and his hand on my back kept me locked in place.
“Come have a drink with me,” he said.
I wasn’t sure if that was a request or a demand but the way his presence commanded obedience I was inclined to agree.
An involuntary shiver went through me as he pinned me with his dark heavy gaze.
“Sure. I was headed that way actually,” I said, finally finding my voice.
He smirked at me before guiding me over to the bar. He helped me into a stool, finally removing his hand from my back. I missed the warmth of his touch almost immediately, but just as quickly shook off the feeling. He looked and smelled so good as he sat next to me. He was dressed in a black-on-black Kiton suit that had been tailored to fit his muscular body just right. His smile was bright encased in thick suckable lips. Thick brown curls tapered and lined to perfection. His dark skin was smooth and looked like he had a stellar skin care routine. He smelled like a mixture of cedar, citrus and cardamom. I wanted to breathe him in. I could almost feel my body moving, leaning into him involuntarily.
“What can I get you?" the bartender asked, distracting us from our stare off.
“Whiskey,” my hero said, with that same deep baritone voice.
“A lemon drop,” I ordered.
Bitch, get yourself together. Nigga got me weak in the knees.
“Thank you again for saving me from a lifetime of embarrassment in front of my coworkers,” I said.
“Crew. Nice to meet you.” Not even acknowledging the fact that he saved me from injuring myself.
“Are you an employee or a guest?" I asked him, trying to find out a little more about my savior.
“A little bit of both,” he said with an air of mystery.
“What about you?”
“I'm the director of nursing at Timberline.”
“Is that right? Are you here with anyone?” He asked, changing the subject from work to personal.
