surprised her on Spring Break by saying that he had been screwing the barista at the local Starbucks for months. Savannah didn’t know if it was worse that he had been cheating or that the barista had been as different from Savannah as night and day.
Savannah had never been one to sleep around, and she had experienced only a few one-night stands. She hadn’t had sex since Brandon and her body ached for something other than her battery-operated boyfriend. Four months was a long time to go with just your vibrator and her best friend Sage made a point of frequently reminding her of that.
Of course, Sage attracted men the way honey attracted bees. With her long dark locks and exotic green eyes set off by her caramel skin, men were lining up to play the leading male in her life. The fact that Sage was an amazing dancer and singer only added to her appeal.
Savannah jumped out of her seat and stormed off towards the back of the property away from the party. A grove of trees near the pool hid her favorite spot in the yard, a comfortable hammock nestled under a canopy of leaves and she yearned to climb into the soft material and stare up at the stars that peeked through the trees. Just as Savannah broke from the few stray guests chatting quietly around the pool, she felt a strong arm reach out and grab her. A large hand pressing against her mouth muffled her scream of surprise.
“Quiet!” a masculine voice hushed and Savannah instantly recognized the voice as Elijah’s. Her heart leapt to her throat and she couldn’t help the excitement she felt and the thrill of danger that ran down her spine. Elijah released her and she could just make out his shape in the darkness.
“What the-’’ Savannah began but her words were cut off as Elijah crushed his mouth against her and Savannah felt her body instantly bow to him, every fiber of her being in utter compliance. Elijah tasted like a delicious mix of mint, sex and earth. His scent was just as intoxicating and Savannah clung to him, as he possessed her mouth, his tongue pushing and prodding her with long forceful strokes.
Savannah moaned into Elijah’s mouth and she felt his hands drift down the small of her back and then press her body even further against him. Just as she had imagined, his chest was rock solid and she felt his hard erection press into her side. Never had she felt such primal lust with any man. She desperately wanted Elijah to bend her over and fuck her against the tree like a wild animal.
Panting, Elijah pulled his tongue out of her desperate mouth and moved it along her jaw line before kissing her along the delicate skin of her throat.
“Yes,” Savannah murmured, reaching up and knotting her fingers in Elijah’s hair, the sensation just as satisfying as she had imagined. Elijah’s mouth moved further south until it brushed against her collarbone and his fingers played with the fragile gold material just below it.
“As soon as I saw you, I knew I had to have you,” he breathed, his hands moving down her sides, before grasping her buttocks firmly. Savannah gasped from his grip and she moaned into his ear, squeezing her eyes shut with her irrepressible desire. Her body felt as if it were on fire, and she knew the only thing that would make the burning go away would be to have Elijah inside of her. Her brain told her to stop and slow down, she wasn’t the type of person to fuck strangers in her parents’ backyard, but all common sense seemed to dissipate in thin air.
Elijah brought his hungry mouth back to her needy lips and Savannah kissed him with violent passion. Something about Elijah sent her body careening out of control and she suddenly understood how women could go crazy from obsessing about a man. Thinking about deranged women somehow brought Savannah back to her senses and she wrenched herself from Elijah, panting.
“I can’t!” she gasped, straightening her dress.
“Can’t what?” he demanded, his voice strong and powerful.
“I can’t do this! It’s not right! I’m not some slut that has sex in my parents’ backyard.”
“I don’t think that at all,” he drawled, moving closer as if stalking his prey. “In fact, I hold you in the highest regards as a woman of class.” He paused and Savannah felt his blue eyes assess her once more. “I like my women beautiful and classy in society and complete whores in the bedroom. If I have to teach them how to be submissive, even better.”
Savannah wanted to be disgusted at Elijah’s words but instead she found herself turned on as she felt her nipples harden under her silky dress. She knew her skimpy thong was completely soaked through with her arousal and she was afraid to spend another minute alone with Elijah. The energy in the air was thick and heavy and Savannah needed to get away from him as soon as possible before she did something she would regret.
“I have to go!” she stammered and she dashed off, leaving Elijah and his erection in the privacy of the trees.
The rest of the evening passed quickly and before long Savannah found herself standing beside her father, mother, Paige and Tyler, wishing all of the departing guests a good evening.
Savannah smiled routinely at the doctors and nurses she had made small talk with but her eyes quickly raked over every guest searching for the one face she yearned to see. As the last guest made their way through the marbled hallway, Savannah slumped against the wall, feeling defeated. Part of her was embarrassed over how she had behaved with Elijah, but the other part of her craved him in a way that scared her.
“I didn’t see Dr. Preston leave,” Savannah said casually to her father as he closed the door.
“Elijah left a little while ago. He said he had a meeting to attend,” his father explained,
shaking his head at the absurdity of a meeting this late on a Friday night. “Did you two talk about getting you a position on his show?”
“Not really, Daddy, but I appreciate the help.” Savannah was disappointed she wasn’t going to see Elijah, but she didn’t want to stand around talking about him with her father. She leaned up to give her father a kiss and bid goodnight to her mother, Paige and Tyler. She hurried off to her room and collapsed on her bed, feeling frustrated emotionally as well as sexually.
Making sure her door was locked, she climbed back on the bed and slowly slid her hand down her silky dress and between her thighs. Her vibrator was tucked away safely in her apartment, so her hand would have to do for now. Savannah rubbed herself slowly, her eyes rolling back into her head as she pictured Elijah’s handsome face. Within minutes she found herself moaning into her pillow as she shook atop her bed.
“Ryan Fucking Seacrest?” Sage screeched as she shook her chopsticks for emphasis.
Savannah nodded, her mouth full of Moo Goo Gai Pan.
“You have got to be kidding me! Girl, your parents are seriously connected!”
Savannah nodded again as she swallowed her huge bite. “I know. But I don’t want any connections!” she argued.
“Well, I will take them! Does “Ryan” want to help me with my Broadway career?”
“You don’t need any help,” Savannah said pointedly. Last month Sage had been cast in Wicked and she was already the understudy for Elphaba.
“Well, I’m sure that knowing Ryan Seacrest couldn’t hurt.”
Savannah had only been home for about an hour on Sunday evening before she launched into her story about the party. Sage had arrived home shortly after, having grabbed Chinese takeout after her matinee. Savannah wanted to tell her about Elijah but something stopped her.
Ever since freshman year in college Savannah had told Sage everything, but something about Elijah made her hold her tongue. She felt guilty not telling Sage, but she told herself that there was really nothing to tell. On Saturday morning Savannah had chalked up the incident to too much champagne on an empty stomach. She wasn’t the first person to kiss a stranger at a party.
Sage studied her carefully, her bright green eyes scrutinizing her. “Anything else happen over the weekend?” she asked.
“Nope!”
Sage watched her for another second and then let it go, delving into a story about how one of the flying monkeys nearly came off his harness at the afternoon’s performance. Savannah only half-listened to Sage, her mind still on the mysterious Dr. Preston.
Savannah was rudely awakened Monday morning by her buzzing cell phone. She fumbled for the phone on her nightstand and saw that it Kaci the producer whom she had
interviewed with on Friday afternoon. She sat up excitedly in bed and tried to sound awake.
“Hello?” she croaked, silently cursing herself for sounding like she had been woken up in the dead of the night.
