Priceless Treasure(20)

It took several deep, cleansing breaths before Savvy could make her knees move again. How in the world could she feel even a lick of desire for that man? He was rude, crude, and a cheater. Why was her body so clueless?

“I don’t know why you allow him to get to you like that.”

One of her co-workers, Daisy, who couldn’t be a week or two over eighteen, was sitting a few feet away on the dock with her feet dangling over the edge.

“You must have gotten a heck of a show,” Savannah said with an embarrassed laugh. “And I don’t know why I let him get to me. He just does.” She sat down next to the nice young woman.

“The guy is pretty dreamy,” Daisy said with a sigh. “If he wasn’t so old, I’d totally have a crush,” she added. “Well, I might have a crush anyway, but … gross.”

“If only I thought he were gross, I wouldn’t be fighting with myself so much,” Savannah said, and she now chuckled openly. “It doesn’t matter, though. The man is taken, whether he remembers that or not. And I’m not a cheater, not a homewrecker. So he can flirt all he wants, but I’m not doing anything with him. Besides, I’m only here for the summer and then I’ll never see Ashton Storm again.”

“I don’t like his fiancée. She’s never nice to any of us when she comes here. She actually told me to go up and wash her car once when she stopped in.”

“Are you kidding me?” Savvy gasped. “What did you do?”

Daisy winked and gave a smile that would have done the Cheshire cat proud. “I washed it.”

“Why the evil grin?” Savvy asked.

“’Cause I left fish guts in the rims. She complained for weeks to Ashton about her car being ruined because of coming down here. Finally some other workers washed it and they must have gotten those guts out. I don’t think the people who washed it again cared for her any more than I did, ’cause they never told her.”

“That’s just terrible, Daisy,” Savvy said, but her reprimand lacked a little force — she was laughing while saying it.

“The real plus is that she never asked me to wash her car again,” Daisy told her before jumping to her feet. “I have to run. My boyfriend’s going to be here any minute to pick me up.”

Savvy sat out there a few more seconds and enjoyed the silence. Then she decided she’d best head in. The last thing she wanted was another run-in with Ashton. It was a wine kind of night — that was for dang sure.





Chapter Ten


What on earth was he trying to prove now?

Ashton stumbled onto the boat where Savannah was staying. He knew he was a fool to burst in on her while she was sleeping, but he couldn’t seem to stop himself.#p#分页标题#e#

The woman had been working for him for the past few weeks, and though he’d told himself to avoid her, it seemed that he kept forgetting that and finding excuses to seek her out as often as he could. But that made sense. He was her boss, and he had to make sure she was doing a good job, didn’t he?

Of course, anyone could do the crap work he was assigning her, so there really was no reason in checking in on her, but still … He knew it was petty of him to land her with tasks like that, but he was angry. She’d made him look at himself in the mirror, and he definitely didn’t like what he was seeing.

He ought to ditch the fiancée, but, dammit, she was the wife he was supposed to have. So why in the fricking world was he seeking Savvy out?

Because when he tried backing off, he turned into even more of a jerkwad than he normally was. And his siblings and cousins had taken great pleasure in rubbing that pathetic fact in his face.

Okay, he was drunk yet again, and it seemed a perfect time to confront the far too sexy Savannah Mills. He knew, at least logically, that this wasn’t likely to go well, but screw logic. It hadn’t been his strong suit of late.

When he thrust open the door to her bedroom, he intended to shout, intended to wake her up and demand that she explain herself. Explain what, he didn’t exactly know. She hadn’t made a single move toward him — but, dammitall, he wanted her to. Maybe she could explain to him how she managed to have such control — over herself, and especially over him.

The moon was full in the sky and her curtains were open, casting a soft light in the room, offering him glimpses of her peaceful, contented expression as she lay there. Nice view, though most of her was under the covers. He was glad she wasn’t on the lower deck, where he wouldn’t have been able to see her face.

He swallowed what he’d been about to say. How could he wake her when she looked like a sleeping angel? He froze in the doorway when she twisted, kicking off the blankets from her long, smooth legs, giving him an excellent glimpse of her thighs, and making his trousers instantly tighten. He wasn’t reacting at all like an angel at this moment.