Page 108 of Savage Promises
Shane saturates the handkerchief and leans forward, kissing my cheek. “I’ll clean you, baby.”
His hand disappears behind me as he brushes my hole with a warm, wet cloth. “That was so fucking good.”
“It was.” I turn my head, wanting his mouth.
I needsomethingintimate to close out this very filthy act, especially right in the middle of a dinner meeting with a guest who’s still sitting at our table waiting for us to return.
After cleaning me gently, Shane washes his hands.
“Come here,” he says with a wide grin, watching me in the mirror.
I lean in and he teases me with a mind-blowing kiss.
“Let’s get back out there before your guest orders a second bottle of that single malt,” I say to lighten the mood.
“I’ll take it off his next invoice.” Shane presses one more kiss to my forehead.
We walk back inside the private dining room hand in hand, my heart rate still in a free fall. But my soul is as happy as ever.
My phone vibrates in my clutch.
Naturally, something will fuck up my chi.
Hoping it’s just my assistant manager, I casually glance at it. Shane respects my commitment to the club. Respects my responsibility as a boss.
Seeing a phone number in the Astoria Prep exchange twists my stomach with unease. A call about Neve? This late?
“Excuse me,” I whisper and quickly do an about-face for the door.
“So dedicated, your wife,” Tom purrs as I pass him.
“Look at my wife’s ass again, and I’ll gouge your eyes out,” Shane says, his ring of laughter laced with venom.
Outside the private dining room, I answer, “Hello?”
“This is Margaret Daley.” Neve’s new female coach has never called me before, and her reaching out this late makes my blood run cold.
Neve had said the team turned against her. What happened that the coach had to get involved?
“Coach, is everything all right?” I pray it’s something simple.
“Neve broke her arm during practice tonight,” the coach says blankly and with little emotion. “We’re at Harbor Hospital.”
Hearinghospitalmy spine goes weak. Shit.
“Is she okay?” I lean against the wall, dreading what this means for my perfect night.
“She’s being prepped for surgery.”
“Surgery?” I choke out. “God, it’s that serious of a break?”
“I’d rather the doctors explain it,” she says. “I triedcalling your brother first at Neve’s request.”
I stuff away the stinging rejection. “I suppose you didn’t get hold of him?”
“No. I left a few messages and sent texts, but I didn’t get a response.”
So, that bastardisgetting his dick sucked. And my father is probably three sheets to the wind somewhere. He’d end up yelling at her even if he did show up.
