Page 6 of Sweet Surrender

“It’s no problem,” I told her, shrugging.

She gaped at me for a few seconds, indecision weighing on her, and Iknew she was debating about whether she should confess to not having any insurance.

At least shethoughtshe didn’t have insurance. From the minute shepicked the car up two weeks ago, I’d paid for it to be insured, and all the paperwork was sent to me so she didn’t know.

If I’d had my way, she never would have set foot in the death trap, butI hadn’t been ready to execute my plans just then, so I allowed her to drive it.What Savannah didn’t know was that any time she got in the car,Brian followed her to make sure she arrived wherever she was going safely, usually to and from work.

Her shoulders slumped in defeat as she accepted she was going tohave to confess her crime, and her eyes filled with tears as her bottom lip began to quiver.

Fuck, I wanted to take that plump lip between my teeth and suck it.

“I know you don’t have insurance,” I said before she had a chance tospeak.

Her brows shot up in surprise as her mouth dropped open. “H…howdo you know?” she stuttered, her voice full of worry.

I took a step forward, my hand twitching with the need to stroke thesoft skin of her cheek.When she was mine, I would make sure a day didn’t pass where Ididn’t get to caress her in some way.

“Does it matter how I know? It doesn’t make it any less true, does it?”

She stared at me in stunned silence for a few seconds. “No, Isuppose it doesn’t. Are you going to report me to the cops?”

I smirked. Of course I wasn’t going to report her to the police. Whatwas I going to tell them, I had my driver tamper with a woman’s car and she crashed into me? And by the way, she thinks she doesn’t have insurance, but she does because I secretly paid for it. Oh, while I’m at it, I may as well tell you I’ve been breaking all kinds of laws to stalk this woman, and I plan on breaking a few more?

“No.”

Her face twisted into one of skepticism as if she couldn’t believe shewas hearing it right. “Why would you not? I crashed into you. I don’t have insurance. This isn’t your problem.”

“Maybe not, but sometimes, we all need a little help.” I gave her alopsided smile and took great pleasure in seeing a hint of lust flash into her eyes before she looked away.

“That’s really kind of you, but I can’t accept that,” she said, her gaze dartinganywhere but at me.

I sighed, frustration beginning to get the better of me. Savannahneeded to learn that when I said something, it was final, and shewouldaccept it without hesitation.

“Well, maybe there is something you can do for me in return,” Ireplied, hiding my desperate need to control her.

Her gorgeous, evergreen eyes met mine, while her brows pulled intoa deep frown.

She swallowed nervously. “What do you want?” she asked, her tonelaced with hesitance, but I damn well heard the hint of curiosity.

What did I want?

Everything.

But I’d settle for something less.

For now.

“Have dinner with me.”

She didn’t reply straight away. Her mouth opened and then closedagain as if she’d forgotten how to formulate words. “You…erm…you want me to have dinner with you?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t even know your name,” she exclaimed, a hint of amusementin her voice. She looked around, almost like she expected someone to jump out and tell her this was a prank.

“Nash,” I said, offering her my hand which she reluctantly took. “Andyou’re Savannah.”

She froze. Her body tensed, and her face paled. “How do you knowmy name?”