Page 23 of The Saviors: Part One

I laugh. “My bad.”

“I don’t think you are the least bit sorry,” Sean retorts.

“Whose side are you on?” I demand.

“Always yours, Gorgeous.”

“Real smooth, Sean. Real smooth,” Kai throws out, causing Sean to throw his head back and laugh.

“You’re a whole new man tonight. I like it.”

I’m getting more curious about Kai by the second. I picked up on several things, even with my drunk brain.

He subtly tries to hide his scarred face, he doesn’t seem to like to be touched, and the way Sean acts, he doesn’t smile or laugh. For whatever unexplainable reason, that makes me sad. His smile is gorgeous, and his laugh is infectious.

Kai whips into my driveway at Sean’s direction. Amber’s car is already gone, so she must have left the bar alone.

Sean pops my door open and helps me out the same way he helped me in. This time letting me slide down his body until my bare feet hit the ground, causing my dress to slide up to an indecent length. Just in time to flash Kai my pink lacy panties as he walks around the front of the truck. His eyes linger before they flash to Sean. Sean reaches behind me with a secretive smile to tug my dress down. He grabs my heels and purse from the cab before leading me to the front door.

I let us in, disarm the alarm, and toss my keys on the table by the door.

I turn to them. “I’m going to change. Beer and water in the fridge. Make yourself at home.” I point out the kitchen and living room and head upstairs.

I’m giddy as hell that I ran into Sean. And his friend Kai.

Maybe life is finally looking up for me.

Chapter8

Sean

After I hear Chelsea moving around upstairs, I head toward the kitchen, and Kai shoves me the rest of the way in.

“What the fuck was that?” he growls.

“What was what?” I ask, even though I know what he’s talking about.

“That shit you pulled at the truck, flashing that girl’s ass at me.”

I take in his stance. Fists balled at his sides; eyes narrowed to little slits. I work out that I have about one smart-ass comment before he decks me. Shrugging internally, I decide maybe he won’t since we aren’t home.

“But you looked, though,” I point out.

He takes a menacing step toward me, and I dance out of the way, putting the kitchen island between us. “Come on, Kai. You can’t be mad because you saw her panties.” I pause for dramatic effect. “What color were they?”

“Goddamnit, Sean.”

I turn around and start digging through cabinets. My girl needs some coffee.Whoa. Hold up.My girl?

“Are you snooping through her cabinets?” he asks, sounding suspiciously closer than he did before.

“No, shit for brains. I’m looking for coffee. Ah ha! If you didn’t notice, she’s a little tipsy.”

I look at the coffee pot and furrow my brows. How the hell do you use this thing? It’s fucking fancy. I know how to use one with one button you push. This looks like something you would find in a torture chamber.

Kai bumps me out of the way. “Now, who’s the shit for brains?”

He sets out to make coffee like a fucking barista. “How the hell do you know how to use that thing?”