Chapter Four Hundred and Seventy Two

Definitely a warrior, Savannah thought, happily revelling in the secure knowledge that Matt Bradford was not about to accept an ending to their relationship at this point and didn’t care what anyone else thought of it.

“Home,” she instructed. "And then later to a department store. You can pick me up at the taxi rank outside the store at eleven-thirty. I will call you.”

It was only then that she remembered that she had to be at work. She paused, then decided she would call Victoria and ask her to cover for her. She did the same for her most times.

Matt's whole body clenched with frustration as she walked towards the bathroom, her blond silky bedmussed hair tumbling over her shoulders, the sexy curve of her spine drawing his gaze down to the even sexier derriere, its voluptuous sway reminding him of how provocatively exciting it had been last night. And the supple strength in those long legs…winding around him, inviting, inciting a possession which she now denied.