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“Yes, Sir. I think she wants to get into your pants,” I say.
Chuckling low, he leans in to kiss my forehead. Giving me a wink, he turns back around and takes the final steps to the elevator.
“You have nothing to worry about, Princess. I promise you, there is no other woman for me. Now put a sweet smile on that beautiful face of yoursand play nice.”
Letting out an exaggerated sigh, I walk to stand next to him. Plastering a full smile on my face, I gently tug on my silk and lace cami in my attempt to look presentable. While I know that Sutton wouldn’t try anything with Savannah, I can’t shake the feeling that she’s trouble.
“Yes, Sir. I’ll play nice, I promise,” I reply, holding my breath as the doors to the elevator open.
CHAPTER sixteen
sutton
Well. This will be interesting.
Glancing at Dolly from the corners of my eyes, I drink in her simmering frustration. I know that she’s upset that I’ve effectively ended our conversation. She wants to push back about the nonexistent flirtation, but she respects our symbiotic relationship enough not to. She really is amazing.
It’s not that I don’t want her to speak her mind. On the contrary, I’m proud of the growth I’ve seen over her in the past five days. I relish in the fact that her confidence is growing, that she’s becoming a bolder woman. I don’t want her to be my doormat for the rest of her life; that’s not the kind of caretaker I am. However, there is a time and place for everything. Now is not the time, nor is this the place. She will simply have to stew.
I could tell her right now that Savannah is a lesbian to ease her worry, but that’s not my truth to tell. Yes, Dolly is my lover and my future wife, but there are boundaries I must respect. My assistant only came out to her family six months ago, and Ipromised to give her privacy in the matter. She’s working through a life’s worth of trauma over having to hide who she is. As her friend, I don’t want to add any more hardship. Besides, if I was being honest, I am loving the flash of jealousy behind Dolly’s sky-blue eyes.
Does that make me an asshole? Maybe. Do I care? Not really.
Giving Dolly a reassuring wink, I turn my attention to the elevator doors. As they open, I hear her take a sharp breath. She’s readying herself over nothing, I am going to make this interaction as quick and painless as possible. Then, I will have her take her frustration out on me before we go to sleep. It’s a win-win in my book.
“Hello, Savannah,” I say, keeping my voice as calm and even as possible.
Crossing the threshold into the foyer, my assistant gives me a million-dollar smile. Dragging a tiny black wagon behind her, she dances her warm brown eyes from me to Dolly.
“Hey, boss!” she replies cheerfully before bowing her head in Dolly’s direction. “Miss Dixon, it’s good to see you again. How did the swimsuit work out?”
I turn my head to look at my Princess. Despite the sweet smile on her beautiful face, her stiff posture is fraught with tension. She’s trying so hard to not let her annoyance show. It makes me beam just a little bit with pride.
“I, uh, I loved it! Thank you for picking it up for me,” she replies.
“Oh, good! Yeah, when Sutton told me that you were a gorgeous blonde with these ginormous blue eyes, and that your favorite color was pink, I knewexactlywhich bikini you had to have. Gucci has come out with some really hot swimsuits this year, but that one’s probably my favorite.” she pauses for a moment, her gaze languidly travels up and down. “I’m sure it looked amazing on you, you totally have the curves for it.”
Dropping her eyes, Dolly nervously tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. She gives a tiny giggle, clearly disarmed by the compliment.
“Thank you, that’s…that’s really nice of you to say.”
Shrugging her shoulders, Savannah moves the wagon full of goodies to her side.
“Well, it’s the truth. You’ll have to send a picture next time so I can show the salesgirl that I was right to get the pink one and not the black one. I’m still trying to work on Sutton, though. I’ve been telling him forever that he would look so insanelydeliciousin the new logo swim brief they just came out with. I mean, with that body? It’s a shame that he refuses to wear anything but the American style swim trunks. How boring, right? I mean, he still looks hot in the trunks but he would be a fuckinggodin those Euro style swim briefs!”
Whipping her head towards me, Dolly shoots phantomdaggers my way.
“Yeah, he would look like a fuckinggodin those Euro style swim briefs,” she replies, her voice taking a slightly icy tone.
Meeting her angry eyes, I press my lips together to stop myself from chuckling. My beautiful Princess ispissed.I don’t want to make light of her emotions but damn, she is so adorableright now. It makes me want to tame her envy right here. My assistant be damned.
Not seeming to pick up on Dolly’s annoyance, Savannah nods her head. She moves her eyes up and down my body much as she did with Dolly. If I didn’t know with absolute certainty that I was not her cup of tea, I would bet my bottom dollar that she wanted to get into my pants.
“See, Sutton? You should listen to us! It really is a shame to hide those thighs of yours. I swear to God you could be one of those guys on TikTok that can crack a watermelon between them. I can already see those legs of yours justdrippingin sweet, sticky watermelon juice.”
Roughly grabbing my arm, Dolly presses her womanly body against me. Holding onto me tightly, she squares her shoulders and puffs her chest in an act of dominance that is too cute for words.
“Well,Iwill be theonlywatermelon his thighs crack open,” she says haughtily.