Page 19 of The Billionaire's Classmate

Confidently, she placed a well-manicured finger under his chin before pulling his face up, prying his gaze away from her cleavage. There was a serious look on her face as she looked at the man, something of disdain painted on her expression as she scanned his flawless skin. She had seen men like this before. People who thought they owned the world and believed they could charm anyone with a smile.

“Hmm?” Ronny finally answered as he looked into her eyes.

“I don’t think your name is Ronny at all. I think it is Arrogant, or Ego, or maybe even Conceited, Pompous, Presumptuous, Proud, Immodest… Shall I continue playboy?” The spew of insults flowed from her lips with ease, as she got up and walked away from the man. Ronny sat there thunderstruck. Had she just rejected him?

Never before had a woman walked away from him. He felt betrayed by his own self-estimation. No, this couldn’t be happening. There had to be some sort of a misunderstanding. He quickly got up and rushed after her, grabbing her arm. She acted quickly, turning around and pushing him away with one well-aimed kick. He fell back into a nearby dessert table, crushing it with the weight of his body.

He gawked up at her, getting a quick view up her skirt, before she moved forward, her high heels on either side of him. They were impossibly tall, at least five inches, keeping her calves constantly tense. “Don’t you ever touch me,” she growled as she squatted down, hovering over his body. Everyone in the room was staring at them by this point, but Savanna did not care.

“What the hell did I do to you?” Ronny asked quickly. He couldn’t understand why this woman was acting this way. Had he done something to offend her?

“I don’t need men like you in my life, who think they can woo me with a smile. When you get serious and start respecting women enough not to drool all over them, give me a call.” Savanna’s voice was harsh as she whispered into Ronny’s ear. With that, she got up and walked away, her heels clicking against the floor.

Ronny watched her go in a daze. What had just happened? Had he just gotten his butt kicked by a girl? Despite the humiliation he felt as he got up and brushed himself off, he was enraptured by the mysterious woman. She was a challenge and he liked that.

“You alright?” Someone asked. Ronny nodded, dismissing them with a wave of his hand as he made his way outside, hoping to catch her before she left. But of course, when he stepped out, she was already gone.

***

Ronny wasn’t able to find her. He wasn’t even able to stalk her out on the internet. She definitely knew how to keep herself off the grid. Ronny wondered what her job in the special ops was. She obviously had some sort of training and a smooth mouth. He was dying to know more about her, but nothing he did gave him any answers.

He tried to forget the whole ordeal as he made his way to work. As he entered headquarters in his lavish suit, he looked haphazard but that was normal for him. His hair was in a state of disarray, the top buttons of his dress shirt undone and his tie hung over his shoulders. “Why must you always look like a slob?” A large man suddenly slapped Ronny on the back.

He looked up to see his good friend, Jamie, walking with him as they made their way to the break room to get themselves their first cup of coffee. “You know it is my trademark.” Ronny grinned as he ran his fingers through his hair.

“Right, right… but I heard you got burned last night at the banquet.” Jamie commented as they entered the break room. It was empty, affording them some privacy. Ronny’s cheeks turned red as he was forced to remember the previous evening. He still couldn’t believe what had transpired. “Rumor is, she kicked your butt.” Jamie chuckled at his friend’s plight.

“She did not.” Ronny huffed as he started to pour copious amounts of sugar in his coffee. At some point, he should start saying he’s having sugar with coffee, not the other way around.

“You are going to rot your teeth like that.” Jamie chided as he took his coffee black. Taking a sip, he sat down on one of the chairs, about to say something when the door swung open.

“Ah, Goldberg, I was hoping I would see you here.” The commanding officer of operations, Gerald Thompson, stuck his head into the break room, locking his eyes on Ronny. Sighing, Ronny grabbed a lid for his coffee cup and followed his boss.

“What is this about? Do I have a new assignment already?”

“As a matter of fact, you do.” The man informed him as he rubbed the top of his baldhead, leading them toward the briefing room.

“So what am I doing this time? Who am I taking down?” Ronny asked. He looked disinterested as he sat down in a desk chair, spinning around, nearly spilling the coffee all over his lap.

“Ronny. For once in your life take something seriously.” His boss said. He was annoyed at his special agent. This man was the sharpest sniper in America, but acted like such a child.

“Pfft, has that ever helped me before? I’m a good shot and that’s all that matters.”

“I would get that cocky tone out of your voice if you are going to be working with me.” A sweet voice spoke out, making him freeze up. He had heard that same voice before. He turned around slowly, still spinning on the swivel chair.

Standing there was Savanna with her arms crossed over her chest. Her jeans hugged her every curve, making them even more prominent. On her feet were impractically high stilettos that made her imposing as she stood there, dominating the air around her.

“Have you two met before?” Gerald asked, looking at them. Ronny got up, quickly shifting eyes between Savanna and his boss, trying to figure out his next move. Did he accept the mission or reject it? Sighing, he moved toward her.

“What do you have against me?”

“Absolutely nothing,” Savanna said with a smirk as she stepped forward until she was staring him straight on.

“Don’t lie. You don’t like me.” Ronny said, a pout like expression on his face.

“Aww, are you going to cry?” She teased as she sat down and crossed one leg over the other, assuming a pristine posture. Ronny looked at her for a moment, trying to figure out what this woman was about and why she assumed such a confrontational attitude toward him. What had he done to deserve it?

“Your mission is such: We have a target named Von Kozlowski. A German. He needs to be terminated. Savanna, you will go undercover and gather all the necessary information: learn his plans, his motives, and find out what his allies are. When she has gathered this information it will be your job, Ronny, to take him down. A clean shot.” Gerald explained, pulling up a picture of the target onto the large screen.