Page 17 of Dating the Billionaire
Then she remembered that was what she’d told him to call her. A pang of regret struck her that she hadn’t given him her real name. She would have rather he called out Blair. But the way he said her given name...
Savannah had never sounded as beautiful as it did when he uttered it in exultation—in the throes of passion. And she’d never felt as beautiful or as satiated as she did with him.
Another pang struck her. This time it was fear—fear that she might want more than this one night with him.
Teo awoke with the taste of her in his mouth. She was so damn sweet and hot and as passionate as she’d made him. He reached out, but his arm encountered only tangled silk sheets, not the silk of her skin.
And he realized her heat was gone, too, his bare skin chilled. He pried open his eyes, but the room was dark. “Savannah?” he called out.
Maybe she’d just gone into the bathroom. But he heard no movement within the suite. So he flipped on the light next to the bed. Her dress and underwear were no longer on the floor. She’d dressed and sneaked out.
His clothes still lay in a pile next to the bed. He reached into the discarded jacket and pulled out his wallet. Nothing was missing. He doubted she’d even touched it. A twinge of guilt struck him that he’d wondered if she had. But why had she sneaked out?
Hadn’t she enjoyed their date as much as he had?
She’d certainly seemed to—when she’d come over and over again. He’d never known anyone as passionate as she was. Hard at the thought of her and of all they’d done, he jumped up from the bed and stalked around the suite. He knew she was gone, but he was looking for a note.
Surely she’d left him one—with her full name and number, her email...some way for him to contact her again. Because she hadn’t touched his wallet, she hadn’t taken any of his business cards, either.
She’d walked out of the room and his life without a way for him to contact her...unless she’d told the service to give him her information. She must have done that, because surely she would want to see him again.
Because he sure as hell wanted to see her.
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