He’s a pig, Savannah. Remember that he’s a pig, and an untrustworthy one. Remember what he did to you?
“I see,” he murmurs.
I blink. “You see what?”
With no warning, Jeremy rises from the bed in a graceful move that has his pecs, abs, and delts rippling.
Despite my intention to keep my gaze on his face, I find it slipping down, down, and fixing between his legs.
He’s still rock hard.
“Sounds like you’ve got a plan, sweet.”
I wrench my gaze back to his face as he stalks over to me.
He crosses over to me as if he isn’t completely naked, as if he owns the room and everything in it. Me included.
If my agent, Paulo, saw him, he’d sign him in a f*****g heartbeat.
“Don’t call me that,” I snap.
I have no idea where the ridiculous name came from, only I didn’t mind it when he growled it
