Page 17 of The Saviors: Part One

I sit up. “What truth? That I’m a murderer and a thief?”

“You’re more than that, Sean. Whether you see it or not, you have more to offer that girl.”

“Say I do this. How will I explain getting her number?”

Kai shrugs. “Don’t do it that way. Forest Grove is small. Go back to High Flyer. Does she seem like a regular?”

“She did. The bartender knows her. He was worried that she was talking to me.” He raises an eyebrow, and I scoff. “She’s not an alcoholic if that’s what you’re thinking, and I think he’s gay. I think she goes there for her friend.”

“We have a whole week full of shit to do. If you still want to go by Friday, we’ll go. If she’s there, then it’s meant to be. If not, you can have Nolan stalk her.”

I laugh at that and jump to my feet. “Deal. Thanks, Kai.”

He nods and goes back to his weights. Feeling settled for the first time since last night, I head back to bed.

Come Friday, Dawn? You’re mine. One way or the other.

Chapter7

Chelsea

The week passed without much going on besides work. Just because I don’t have a real graphic design degree doesn’t mean I don’t know what I’m doing. I was always interested in it, so I taught myself. Everything is done under assumed names, depending on what needs to be done.

I still can’t get Sean out of my head, though. I need to forget about him because I’m sure he’s forgotten about me. He’s probably even moved on to the next girl several times over.I’m being ridiculous.I let Amber put nonsense into my head.

Pulling into my townhouse, Amber is already in the driveway waiting to pounce on me for our Friday night High Flyer date. It isn’t like there is anything else to do in this town.

Stepping out of the air conditioning in my car, the heat hits me square in the face. It’s early June, but already unbearably hot.

“Hey, babe,” she greets, holding a huge duffel bag.

“What’s that?” I ask, eyeing it suspiciously.

“I brought you some clothes for the night.” She gives me a toothy smile, pushing by as I unlock the door.

“What kind of clothes?”

“Come on. You’ll see.” She turns around and runs upstairs, heading straight for my bedroom.

With a sigh, I follow her up, and she’s already laying items out on the bed. I walk over and immediately balk. “No fucking way.” She’s laid out all kinds of dresses. Short dresses. She knows I don’t wear anything besides jeans when I go out.

She turns with a determined look on her face. “You have legs to die for. We’re showing them off.”

I pick one up. “We’ll be showing off more than my legs.”

“Exactly,” she says, snatching it back from me. She starts eyeing them, then finally picks one up. “This will look so good on you.”

It’s sparkly red and will stand out against my pale skin. I gulp. “I don’t know.”

“Please just try it on. If you don’t like it, we’ll find something else.”

I take it from her hand and head to the bathroom, her squeals following me.

I strip out of my clothes and slip it on. It sits high in the back and low in the front. It cinches under my breasts, putting them on full display. The rest sticks to me like a second skin, and I immediately start picking out all the flaws I see. I go to tug it off and stop. If I don’t let her see it, she won’t let it go.

I pull open the door, and her mouth drops open. “I know. It’s awful.”

“No, babe. If I were a lesbian, I would be eating you up right now.”