Irresistible Desire (A Savannah Novel) (21 page)

I’m sitting at the bar with
Rebecca, sipping on a glass of champagne when I feel Kayden
standing behind me. It was strange how my body responded to him; I
could feel his presence before actually seeing him. He leans over
the bar, ordering a Corona with a slice of lime. The way he runs
his finger up the side of the glass bottle, grinning ear to ear,
makes my entire body tingle with excitement. I begin to feel flush
as I remember where those fingers were just a few hours earlier. He
leans down to my ear, “You’re blushing again, my sweet Savannah.
Whatever you’re thinking about…it must be naughty,” he purrs,
instantly firing up the desire that he had burning inside me in his
office.

“Yes, as a matter of fact
I’m reminiscing to a time when a certain extremely attractive guy,
who is far too sexy for his own good, had me pinned against a wall;
bathing in a mind blowing orgasm,” I say seductively and give him a
quick wink. I burst out laughing as he lets out a slight growl and
adjusts his slacks.

“You’re killin’ me, you
best behave yourself Savannah before I have to take you back to my
office,” he says slowly in my ear.

I snap my head round to
look at him again, “But where’s the fun in that? If being naughty
gets me back in there, then hell, I’ll be the naughtiest girl
you’ve ever laid eyes on.” I flash an impish smile and toss back
the remainder of my champagne. The heat was rising in his face; I
love how easily I was able to affect him.

Just like that, he took up
his beer and was off again, with his date for the night, to visit
his guests. Not long after he leaves my desire for him starts to
fade and I instantly chastise myself. Why was I so worked up over a
man I barely know? Kayden Knox had my insides in knots after just
twenty four hours; I can’t imagine what kind of a mess I’ll be in
by the end of this week.

We spend the rest of the
night trying to keep our distance from one another, doing our best
not to draw attention to ourselves, especially after a few people
witnessed me leaving with him last night. I don’t know whether it
was because he had to spend most of the night with Giselle on his
arm, but he was constantly finding little ways to show me affection
– brushing my arm, or my ass, a cheeky wink, just reminding me that
it was
me
he
desired.

Reagan notices our secret
flirting while we’re dancing and pokes fun at me with the help of
Rebecca, they do it all night. I have to try extremely hard to
maintain my composure while talking with Eloise or co-workers from
the magazine because Reagan and Rebecca keep gesturing sexually at
each other behind their backs. I loved how my sex life had turned
into something so entertaining for them.

Kayden and Eloise both gave
amazing speeches to the attendees, Kayden looking so superior as he
spoke about his dreams and goals for his businesses and thanking
Envy for recognizing all of the good he is doing for the
environment. Teasing Eloise, he jokes that he was shocked the
entire article wasn’t all about his playboy antics and his
glorified partying ways, “Now that would sell magazines,” he
laughs. He’s such a charmer; he had the whole room eating out of
the palm of his hand.

I notice Victor approach
him when he steps off the stage. He gives him a courteous handshake
and it sounds as though he tells him he’s proud, he then reaches
for his fiancé’s hand and swiftly exits the party. .

Pretty much everyone who
arrived for the Envy party has left and the tables are all back in
their usual nightclub setting, ready for the onslaught of any other
Saturday night. Regan and Rebecca are both dancing with respective
hotties so I’m pleased when I hear Brooklyn’s
Hell on Heels
ringtone. I step outside
to be able to hear over the music and answer,

“What’s up movie
star?”

“Nothing much, just packing
up my suitcases, my flight leaves at ten tomorrow so I should be in
Houston around one. I just wanted to make sure you didn’t forget
about me.”

“Stop stressing, I’ll be
there to get you, you worry too much, drama queen,” I
tease.

The silence between us is
deafening and I know why she’s really calling, “Brooklyn, if you
have something to say just say it already,” I say with a chipper
tone, trying to show her I was truly okay.

“I saw the news tonight,
with…Logan,” She lets out a huff, “That guy really needs his ass
kicked,”

“I would love nothing
more,”

“Are you really okay? Don’t
lie to me Savannah, or I will kick
your
ass
when I get to Texas tomorrow!” I love
how much Brooklyn cared for me. She’s been the one constant thing I
can depend on…always.

“I admit I had a slight
breakdown when I first heard, but I’m better now. I can’t let
Logan’s mistakes bring me down. It’s time to work my way out of
this darkness, things can only get better, right? It’ll take a lot
of help from a certain best friend, but I know that all of this
heartache will only make me stronger in the end.”

“Well look at you getting
all philosophical on me! But you are right, screw Logan; he’ll just
make himself look like an even bigger jackass. I think the best
revenge is to beat him at his own game. He wants to run to the
magazines and feed them his pathetic sob story, yes? I think you
need to get out there and give it right back. Before you interrupt
me, just listen.” She stops to take a few breaths.

*****

Chapter 16

*****

“Please don’t say what I
think you’re going to say,” If she seriously thinks I’m going to do
a magazine interview talking about my devastating break-up from
Logan, she seriously needs her head checked!

“Savannah! Hear me out,”
She snaps, shutting me up quickly. “Now listen, I know this is the
last thing you want to do, but listen to me! This could work out
for you personally and professionally, plus the cherry on top would
be the swift kick between Logan’s legs when he sees your gorgeous
freaking face all over the news stands, televisions and
blogs!”

“Okay, say I entertain this
idea…how the hell do you see this helping my career? Things like
this can break a career,” Eloise would kill me if I went to another
magazine for a ‘tell all’ interview.

It was like Brooklyn was
reading my mind, “Talk to Eloise about doing an article for Envy! I
think she’d so be on board with the idea. I think she’d be thrilled
that it would be an exclusive interview, it would draw in eager
customers and boost magazine sales.”

“You’re such a bitch,” I
laugh, “I hate it when you’re right.” Annoyance laces my words,
“I’ll talk to Eloise and have a think about it, I kind of just want
to move on with my life though, so I’m not giving you a definite
answer,”

“I have one more teeny,
tiny idea to help get some juicy revenge on Logan,” Oh God, I dread
to think what scheme she has conjured up this time. I know Brooklyn
all-too-well, her plans are almost always over the top and border
line illegal, “Brooklyn, I think the one you already suggested is a
pretty good way to stick it to Logan, I don’t think I can handle
any more of your ideas tonight.”

Brooklyn’s laughter echoed
through the other end of the phone, “Oh shut up…stop being such a
drama queen
,
you
haven’t even given me the chance to tell you what it is and you’re
already shooting it down. Have a little more faith in
me,
”
Brooklyn sure
knew how to push my buttons, twenty four years of practice had made
her a pro at driving me insane and manipulating me into going along
with any scheme that randomly popped up in that crazy head of
hers.

“Okay, what is your
amazing
idea?” I hold my
breath, trying to prepare myself for whatever is going to come out
of her mouth. This is the girl who thought it would be “the most
amazing thing ever” to get completely trashed and
then
go bungee jumping.
Alcohol and heights do not mix well with me; I puked my brains out
before I could even get my feet off of the platform! That is just
one of many bad ideas Brooklyn Bennett had come up with over the
years.

“Well I was thinking about
Mr. Hotness himself…Kayden, you could get back at Logan big time
using Kayden as your ammunition,” she says matter-of-factly, as if
I was the world's biggest idiot for not coming up with this idea
myself. I toss my head back against the sofa and stare up at the
ceiling, this is either going to work out exactly as she’s planned,
or it’s going to blow up massively in my face.

I sit there for the next
ten minutes listening to Brooklyn go on and on about how this was
the greatest idea ever, she says I should leave with Kayden tonight
and let the paparazzi get pictures of us. Instead of trying to hide
the fact that we’re sleeping together, just let the cat out of the
bag. It would be all over every news stations, gossip blogs,
Facebook and Twitter that I’m no longer sulking over our
break-up.

After hearing her talk of
how Logan is being extremely vocal about our break up back in L.A.,
my blood is boiling. Apparently he’s been telling everyone that our
break up is temporary and he’s just giving me some time to cool off
before I come crawling back to him. Over my dead body. I reach
breaking point and agree with Brooklyn I’ll show Logan once and for
all that I am done crying over him and that I’m moving on with my
life.

I don’t give myself time to
think about the consequences and when I return to the party I
stride straight up to Kayden at the bar. Surprisingly, Brooklyn’s
plan seemed to be working. I seductively whisper into Kayden’s ear,
“Why don’t we get out of here and go finish what we started
earlier?” That was all it took and he was saying his goodbyes and
practically dragging me out the door. He freezes when we get to the
doors leading out to the parking lot.

His face became serious,
his eyes narrowing into two small slits, “Are you sure you want to
walk out these doors with me Savannah? Once you do, you won’t be
able to turn back,”

I pushed the panicked voice
out of my head and give myself a talking to; Kayden is the most
amazing man I’ve ever met, why not, as Rebecca said, “shout it from
the rooftops”? I take a deep breath in and give him a small smile,
“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life, I have nothing
to be ashamed of. I’m leaving with the sexiest man on the planet.”
I mean every word.

Kayden leans down to my ear
and whispers, “I hope traffic isn’t too bad tonight because I don’t
know how long I can contain myself before I rip that dress off.
I’ve been suffering all night, trying to keep the image of you all
hot and bothered out of my head. We cannot get out of here fast
enough,” He murmurs, sending shivers throughout my body. He could
take me from zero to sixty within seconds.

“Awww, poor thing,
suffering from blue balls tonight, are ya?” I giggle as I run my
hand up his chest, getting lost in his sea green eyes, trying hard
to be coy and not let him know just how strong his affect was over
me.

He runs his hand down my
back and cups my ass, pulling me up against him with very hungry
lips. It left me starving for more. Kayden Knox was my new
addiction; I wanted him anywhere, anytime.

“Then stop stalling and
let’s get out of here,” I reach for his hand, flashing him another
smile, reassuring him that I was okay with this, we walk out the
door and I take the first step of truly healing my shattered
heart.

With those words Kayden
whisks me out the door and into the lighting storm of flashbulbs.
I’m practically blind by the time we make it to his truck and I
understand why celebrities are always donned with sunglasses when
they’re out at night in Los Angeles.

The press go berserk when
we step out of the club holding hands. The plan had worked; all
questions were directed towards Kayden and I and away from Logan.
They were shouting at us, asking if we were an item, if I was the
one to tame the wild Kayden Knox.

Kayden smiled at me with a
mischievous look twinkle in his eyes, “You want to know what
Savannah is to me? Instead of telling you, how about I show
you?”

Before I can mutter a
single syllable he dips me backwards and plants a scorching hot
kiss onto my lips. Take that Logan!

Excitement soon settles
into panic as his lips pull away from mine…did Kayden just confirm
to these reporters that we were a couple now? This is crazy; I
can’t do the whole boyfriend, girlfriend thing again. What happened
to Kayden saying he doesn’t date, he just fucks?

He whispers to me, only
centimeters away from my face, fire from our kiss still burning in
his eyes, “Savannah, you’re over thinking things again,” He pulls
me back up to stand beside him, waving goodbye to the reporters
refusing to say another word.