Bound for Me (Be for Me #4)(48)

“You wanna see the set-up?” He wheedled, with a wink as he pulled up outside the Lodge. “Summerhill at it’s most romantic?”



“Where did you get all these flowers from?” Amazed she stared around the room filled with beautiful scented blooms. The hills were nothing but snow out there. Beautiful but barren.

“Sugar, this is Summerhill, you can get just about anything if you pay enough.” Connor chuckled.

“I guess that’s something you you’d know about,” she said tartly. She turned back towards the room, breathing in the gorgeous aromas. “I’ll help you, but I’m not taking any money from you.”

“You’re helping me out as a friend?” He sent her a meaningful look.

“I’m just helping.”

He took her hand and pulled her into the depths of the room. “Come and meet Gwyn, she’s the stand-in florist.”

Turned out there was actually a woman half-buried amongst the masses of blooms. Gwyn straightened as Connor called to her. She looked both stressed and relieved to see him.

“Gwyn, this is Savannah, another set of hands for you.”

“Oh thank you.”

“No problem,” Savannah nodded. “Tell me what you want me to do, and I’ll do it.”

“Why do you never say that to me?” Connor asked, plaintive yet good-humored. And sexy.

She quelled the shiver than ran through her. “You’re too used to getting your own way.”

“Not with you,” he purred.

“Then pick someone else. There are many woman who’d line up to do your beck and call. Indulge your every whim.”

He grimaced.

“So, you know Connor well then?” Gwen interrupted, a wryly amused look on her face.

“Not really.” Savannah turned to send him a wicked look. “I’m just using him for sex.”

“You’re just not afraid to say the most awful thing that comes into your head, are you?” Connor leaned a hip against the table.

“You like me for it,” she answered blandly. “Anyway, it’s the truth.”

“Actually,” he turned to Gwyn. “Beneath all the artfully arranged prickles, Savannah conceals a soft heart. Secretly she’s falling in love with me.”

“Actually,” Savannah turned to Gwyn and mimicked his arrogant tones. “His ego can’t cope with the fact that I won’t fall for him and that I’m only interested in his body.”

The woman’s mouth hung slightly ajar and she was staring from one to the other of them like she was watching the Grand Slam at Flushing Meadows. “Yeah, right. I can see that.”

Savannah scowled. “Every woman falls for him?”

“Who knows?” Connor smiled. “But my body’s a good place to start.”

“Well, duh.”

He was joking. Playing it up for his staff. And deliberately baiting her. But there was that spark of truth in every joke, right?

She watched as he suddenly reached for his phone, again, his frown descending as he read the screen. “Just go,” she waved him off. “We’ll be fine. Trust me.”

His eyes met hers for a prolonged moment. “Alright.”

Gwyn looked up from the giant arrangement of flowers she was creating. “For the record, I’ve never seen Connor like that with any woman.”

Savannah winced as she pricked herself on a rose thorn. “It’s just a game,” she sucked her finger, cursing her clumsiness so early into the floral marathon. “It’s nothing. Come on, we need to get these organized.”



Connor couldn’t stand it any more. He wanted more of her. The nightly quickies were nothing but an appetizer and only serving to increase his hunger. He was ready for the full banquet. The only way to sate their need, was to overload. Indulge in their own little orgy.

He fantasised about chaining her to his bed for three days. That would do it.

“I feel like being the boss now,” he stepped in front of her as she made her way to the ballroom.

“You are the boss. Do you want my help with the flowers, or not?” She pushed past him, a glorious bouquet weighing her down.

He didn’t give a damn about the flowers or the wedding or anyone else. Which he knew wasn’t right, but he was going with it. He followed her to the ballroom. She marched ahead to place the decoration as the centrepiece of one of the forty linen clad round tables.

“Savannah suggested we change the bridal table’s arrangement for a slightly smaller bouquet, I think it looks good, don’t you?” Gwyn walked up beside him, her face flushed despite the fact they’d turned the thermostat right down to keep the flowers fresh for tomorrow.

Of course it looked good. Everything Savannah did was the best. She had high standards and wouldn’t settle for doing anything less. And right now he was so grateful to her, he would chain her to his bed for three days and show his appreciation the best way possible.

Except now that she’d perfected that final display, she’d grabbed her coat and was walking towards the door on the other side of the room.

“Savannah,” he jogged after her. “Where are you going?”

“I have my shift at St Clair’s.” She read his expression and laughed. “What’s that look for?”