“What part of go away don’t you understand?” she muttered.
He shut the door very quietly, but she heard him laughing as he left.
Seychelle loved her car. She didn’t care if Savage thought she needed a different car, her little MINI Cooper was just perfect. It was small and could fit in the narrow backstreets of Sea Haven just as easily as it could zip along the highway. Dressed in jeans and a modest T-shirt, she felt more like herself, with the exception of the ring on her finger. Maybe she shouldn’t have said yes so quickly. She needed time to come to terms with what she was learning about herself and whether or not she could fit in with Savage’s club.
She accepted Savage for who he was. She was drawn to the danger in him. She needed that from him. If she was honest with herself, she craved that bite of pain sexually. She needed it or she wasn’t aroused. Savage shocked her, showing her just how completely he could dominate her body. Not just her body—he possessed her. He took her over. She’d lost count of how many orgasms she’d had, or maybe it was one long, continuous one that went on and on forever.
She both loved and hated that whip he’d used. She craved more. At the same time, she wanted to run and hide from the truth of what that said about her. Savage had known all along. Deep down, she’d known too. She didn’t want more though. She had to put the brakes on. What if it got beyond her ability to tolerate the pain and she said stop and Savage didn’t? He got off on seeing those stripes on her body. She knew he wanted more of them. Welts. He hadn’t really marked her, not the way he wanted. Not the way she wanted. Could she take it?
Her Bluetooth came to life, announcing Savage with “Wrong Side of Heaven” by Five Finger Death Punch. “You’re driving erratically, Seychelle. What’s wrong?”
“I don’t drive erratically. I’m a great driver.” She was highly insulted.
“You’ve crossed into the other lane several times. Doesn’t matter if no one else is on the road, baby. And you’re speeding. Slow down.”
She glared into the rearview mirror at the motorcycle following her. “Fine. I thought you had some kind of meeting. Go meet.”
“Behave yourself.” He disconnected.
Seychelle counted to ten and then slowed, pulling her car to the side of the road, letting it roll forward for a bit before it came to a full stop. When it was at a stop, she got out and rounded the hood as if she was going to look at the engine. The engine was sideways in the car, between the two front tires. Still, she took her time and went back to look through the back seat as if she might find a rag.
“What’s wrong?” Hyde asked. “The car just got out of the shop. Mechanic went through it personally. It should be golden.”
Seychelle smiled at him. “The car is golden. The problem isn’t the car, Hyde. The problem is the informer riding behind me. If you insist on telling Savage every little detail, that’s just fine. But don’t include your opinions on my driving skills, because opinions don’t count when you’re snitching. Stick to actual facts.”
Hyde grinned at her. “Touchy little thing, aren’t you? The actual fact is you were driving all over the place. You clearly weren’t thinking about your driving.”
“Just for that, I’m going to go to ten shops, all of them for lingerie. Then the Floating Hat. Hopefully, Sabelia will be there. I’ll ask for a little conference with her about hexes. The men of Torpedo Ink are getting out of hand.” She stomped back to the driver’s door, slid behind the wheel and glared at him again. “Keep up.”
There weren’t ten stores in Sea Haven that carried lingerie, and if Hyde was anything like Savage, he couldn’t care less if he was in a store where there were bras and panties. He’d most likely enjoy himself.
She went to the pharmacy first and got everything on her list. She was a very efficient shopper, ignoring Hyde as she marched past him, her chin in the air. He just grinned at her, his thumb flying on his phone, clearly checking in with Savage, reporting one store down. She was supposed to be checking in, but really, why should he get reports from both of them?
The boutique was next, a store she tried to stay out of because she really was a believer in a minimum amount of clothing. She didn’t go to that many places. She didn’t need a closetful, but she did love beautiful dresses and nice underwear, and the boutique had all her favorite brands. She couldn’t help indulging in a few very sexy sets of underwear as well as lingerie.