Savage

Chapter 14: Private Eyes

Sage

"You look like an Angel."

"Said the guy that is kidnapping me," I huffed out as I crossed my arms over my chest. The seatbelt bit into the flesh of my breasts with the motion. I winced.

"You should be more careful."

I decided not to respond but adjusted myself under the weight of the seatbelt. I kept my arms crossed and my eyes trained on the road. I felt it then. The delicate brush of his finger against my cheek. I froze. His fingers lingered longer than expected. My breath caught and I couldn't help but squirm under his touch. I felt lightweight like ice breaking under my feet. I immediately came to my senses and pulled away from his touch. He laughed at this. Then I heard a tsking sound coming from his throat. It was deep and vibrated in my lower abdomen. I didn't like that he affected me this much. A glance showed me that his eyes were still schooled on the road, but a smirk was playing on his lips. I squeezed my legs together to keep me in the present, but I think it only made things worse.

Finally, I noticed the music list on the screen in front of us. I realised his lineup was a mixture of reggae and reggaeton.

"You have a very eclectic music taste."

He smiled. "Danke, Sage."

I stared at his profile for a beat.

"Must be a European thing," I whispered to myself. Of course, he heard and laughed. I reverted my eyes to the road in front of us once more. I had to admit he smelled so damn good. I knew a deep shade of red had tinted my cheeks, by the smugness in his eyes.

He was tall, towering over me, and making me feel like a short woman, but I wasn't. I noticed this as if I was finally seeing him outside of our usual environment when he came up to me in the street. His shoulders were broad which only enhanced his already intimidating personality. However, in the car, as the cityscape whisked past our peripherals, he seemed normal enough to observe fully without the wracking guilt and watchful eyes. I couldn't take my eyes off of him. I absorbed as much of him as though he was going to be taken away from me anytime soon. It was silly. I knew this, but I couldn't help myself.

"Kätzchen," he breathed.

I caught myself then, and my eyes found his full lips waiting for him to continue. He knew he had my attention because a whisper of a smile crept on his lips. The interior of the vehicle forced us into each other's personal space. As much as the Canadian air was cool and crisp outside, inside the vehicle was hot from our body heat. We were close enough that if he or I leaned into each other we could kiss.

"Focus," he said. He caught me again. My mind drifted a lot with all the possibilities of him. I couldn't help it. Our eyes finally met for the briefest second. Then he turned his attention back to the road.

"I'd like to take you out for dinner."

This again. This was the same statement that got me fired in the first place. I felt my anger rising. I had no limits now.

"After the stunt, you pulled. No."

"It was the only way I could think of that would ease your mind about our situation."

"Our situation? How thoughtful of you to fire me from my job that pays for my livelihood." I left it there because what I had to say after that was not meant for any form of manifestation or his ears. I can't believe Soraya was right. I narrowed my eyes at him, unwavering by anything else he must have had to say. All he did was smile.

"I'd like to get to know you first," he paused, then continued, snuggly. "Comfortably."

"By firing me?" I shot back.