The Billionaire's Pledge by Rachel Bond

Author:Rachel Bond [Unknown]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2015-05-18T23:00:00+00:00

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Driving the Lamborghini, she felt like the pilot of a space ship, and when she passed a man on the sidewalk she saw him staring open-mouthed at the vehicle. The engine rumbled and roared even when floating along the street at twenty miles per hour. She drove to her office, switched to her Toyota (it had never seemed so shabby and boring), and drove home.

Her anger over the strange events in Zac’s kitchen faded quickly, like a firework that bursts and then disappears, but it left an aftershock of emotion that she knew would remain for hours.

She took care of Ginger and gave her some pettings. Ginger rubbed against her leg and made silly cat noises. Savannah got out a pint of Chunky Monkey ice cream, sat on the sofa, and ate it with a large serving spoon while staring at a picture on the wall, an abstract drawing she’d done in high school. She couldn’t watch TV. She couldn’t read a book. There was too much going on in her mind. She recalled Alicia’s words a few hours earlier: “Eating a pint of ice cream while you stare at the wall?”

Jesus, she had been right after all.

Ginger came over and curled up on her lap and started purring loudly. It was good to have a friend here, someone she could touch without fear or worry. She stroked Ginger’s back, rubbed her face, and ate some ice cream.

After a few bites Savannah put down the ice cream and got out her cell phone and Zac’s business card. She grabbed her phone and started typing a text to Zac.

She typed: Sorry.

For a long time that was the only word on the screen. Savannah had always been one to apologize quickly after a fight. She’d been that way with Charles, too, as if everything were somehow her fault, even when he raged at her for reasons she could not understand. Her ability to say she was sorry with such ease was a blessing and a curse, because while it smoothed over arguments, some men would take advantage of it and never end up apologizing themselves or even realize that they had something to be sorry for.

She decided that “Sorry” was all she was going to say about the craziness that had happened near the end of the evening. But she wanted to add her thoughts on the rest of the “date.” She hit the space key and started typing more.

Thanks for a nice dinner, and for listening to me talk. And all the nice things you said. And even for the kiss. It was nice, too. Shoot me an email about the project.

She stared at the message, re-reading it a few times before finally hitting Send. She set the phone down and picked up the ice cream and jammed the spoon in deep and hard to get a big mounded bite. As she placed it into her mouth she was shocked to hear her phone chime and vibrate—was Zac already writing back? She gobbled down the bite and picked up the phone.

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