Shifted

“Before that?”

“I’m from Chicago.”

“Why did you move?”

“Too cold for my liking.” Savannah entered her parking lot and turned off the car. “We just need to sign some waivers and take down your payment. I know you’re tired from your trip so I’ll be brief.”

“Oh, I’m not tired.”

“Really?” she retorted. Somehow, she wasn’t surprised. Zach gave her a look as if he were a cat that had been given a bowl of cream. His smile was crooked. Savannah had to admit that he had sensual lips for a man. Too sensual, in fact. She wondered how many women had fallen into his seduction. Plus, everything about Zach screamed money—from the designer shirt he wore to his gold Rolex watch. He had said earlier that he was an investment banker, working for one of the biggest economic entities in the world. Great. She sighed. One of her clients was a millionaire Casanova. She was experiencing déjà vu already.

Zach studied her desk and office after he paid the registration fee. “I don’t see any photos of your girlfriend.”

Savannah rolled her eyes. He was relentless.

“So?” he peppered her.

“So, what?”

“I think you’re lying.”

“So?” She shrugged in a nonchalant manner.

His eyes brightened, looking triumphant. “I knew it.”

“I think we’re all set. I’ll drive you back to your motel.”

“Are you hungry?”

“No.”

“Too bad. I want to take you out to dinner.”

“I’m busy.”

“Maybe a drink or two? I won’t bite. I promise.”

“When was the last time you got laid, Zach?”

He flinched, looking surprised from her straight shot. “Why do you ask?”

“I’ll let you borrow my lotion if you need to relieve yourself.” Savannah rummaged in her top drawer and fished out a bottle of Nivea.

The look on his face was priceless. “Very funny, Savvie. Can’t blame a guy who tries to put a move on a pretty woman, can you?”

“Well…” Savannah put the lotion bottle on her desk. “I’m currently not interested in romantic interludes.” It was a half-truth. In reality, she was just burned out from the dating scene. After she’d found out her ex-fiancé, the man she’d thought would be her souler, was cheating on her, she’d moved from Chicago to lie low for a while in Atlantica Bay.

She’d rebounded fast, but meaningless relationships had quickly become passé. Most nice guys were either taken or gay, leaving her with players, jerks and Mr No-Personalities. She was tired of all of them.

Zach looked intrigued. “How come?”

“Men are all assholes.”

“You haven’t met the right man.”

“And you’re the right man?”

His smile widened. “You’ll never know until you open your heart, darling. Love is a wonderful thing.”