Professional Heir

Chapter 32

Kimberly.

"And then, he kissed my knuckles."

"He did?"

"Yep! You know, it's so rare to find a gentleman these days."

"I think you'll find I'm as gentlemanly as they come, Santiago." Elijah brushed imaginary dirt off his shoulders.

I blew on my to-go coffee and tried my best to block out their conversation.... but I always was too nosey for my own good. Besides, watching my kids go round and round on the roundabout wasn't exactly amusing.

"Yeah well, you're not my type." Sav scoffed.

"And believe me, you're not mine."

"I'm aware. I believe our types are actually rather similar if you're picking up what I'm putting down."

"I am, and I'm throwing it in the bin."

"Oh come on, E, no one would blame you. With your chiselled good looks, I bet you'd bag yourself a looker." Savannah continued to push the man. I would almost feel sorry for him if he wasn't the one to spark a conversation with her in the first place.

"Anyway, what's the catch with this one? Why haven't you jumped his bones already?"

I finally stopped pretending like I wasn't paying attention. "Afraid of Cole's reaction maybe."

"Well yes... And that his number plate read 'EL1'. "

And suddenly I was more than interested.

Both Elijah and I turned our bodies towards her. "Excuse me?" I raised a brow.

"You really are just as stupid as I always had you pinned out to be."

"You can't tell the boss."

"Savannah! I am the boss. Your boss. What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I was almost sure she wasn't saying what I thought she was, because contrary to what Elijah says, Savannah Santiago was much smarter than she lead on.

"I didn't realise until afterwards, okay? He dropped me home and then I got a good look at the plate, I didn't even think to check, I just saw it. But he was kind, he seemed like a really good person. Maybe he doesn't even know who I am."

"Even if he doesn't, you think it's okay to fraternize with the enemy?!"

"Kimberly, the other parents are staring at you." Elijah mumbled.

I shoved my coffee at him - admittedly spilling some over his hand - then gripped Savannah by the arm. "Watch the kids." I ordered as I dragged my best friend away from the playground.

"Kim, I know-"

"I fear you don't." I snatched open the door to the back seats of my car and shoved her inside before scooting in next to her. "What're you thinking?"

"I'm thinking that you've never even met him." She spoke like a bratty teenager.

"So what? You think I meet him, see his charming smile and dashing ways and decide that yeah, that's fine, you can put the fate of our lives in his hands just so you can have pretty babies? Grow the fuck up Sav."

"I don't under-"

"You don't understand? That's fine, let me make you. Let's pretend he doesn't know who you are. What do you think he'll do once he figures it out? If you're lucky he'll be unloyal to Gibson and be a rat in his team, or if you're reallylucky, he'll leave his cushy little life under Lorenzo's reign just to be with you. But if we're talking realistically, he'll hand you over to Lorenzo and you'll be executed for all your family to watch and he'll go on to receive a nice little reward."