Page 22 of The Saviors: Part One

Sean leans up on the bar to look at Kai. “Did he now?”

Kai looks away with what suspiciously looks like a blush. “It was the same guy from earlier.”

Sean’s face hardens. “Where the fuck is he?”

“I think he’s gone. Your gigantic friend scared him off,” I say, fanning myself like I’m going to faint. “It was like the best thing I’ve ever seen. If I had pearls, I would have clutched them.”

I hear Kai laugh again, and Sean gets that look on his face again. Does Kai not laugh?

“Gorgeous,” Sean says softly, so I turn toward him. “I think it’s time for you to go home.”

I pout. “But then I don’t see you.”

“I’m coming with you, silly girl,” he says, rubbing his knuckles down my arm.

I jerk my thumb at Kai. “What about the big dude?”

Sean snorts a laugh. “He drove. He can drop us off at your place on his way home.”

Something about that bothers me. “He can come too,” I offer.

Sean looks at Kai, and he just shrugs. “Alright, let’s get you home, Gorgeous.”

He slides his card to Jason. “You know that I can pay for my own drinks, right?”

He scribbles his name on the receipt. “I’m sure you can. But I wanted to pay for them.”

“Whatever floats your boat.”

Sean leads me to a huge, grey Dodge. It’s even bigger than his truck, and I just stare at it in dismay. Sean chuckles and pops open the passenger side door, lifting me effortlessly by the waist and sitting me inside. He waits until I’m in, shuts the door, and climbs into the back. Kai just steps in like it’s a normal vehicle.

“That’s not fair,” I pout, crossing my arms under my breasts.

Kai’s eyes flash down to the movement, then jerks away just as fast. His blush from earlier deepens.

It should offend me that he’s looking at my cleavage. But it just makes me want his attention there longer. He keeps glancing at my legs out of the corner of his eye where my dress has ridden up. I slide my heels off with a groan, causing him to look at me head on then turn back toward the road.

“What’s wrong, Gorgeous?” Sean asks, leaning up between the seats.

“Heels are the devil.”

“I’ll rub your feet when we get back to your place.”

I snort. “Not unless you want me to kick you in your face.”

“Oh, I found a weakness. Are you ticklish, Dawn?” I swear I can hear the quotations around that name the way he says it.

“Not at all.”

Kai glances over at me again. “Liar.”

“You aren’t very good at keeping this favorite title.”

“How is he still your favorite when I defended your honor firstandoffered to rub your feet?”

“Because you didn’t hulk out like he did.”

Kai shoots a glare at me. “I’m not the hulk. Don’t get him started.”