Breathless (The Breathe Series) by Rachel Brookes Read Free Book Online Page A

at me and a stand-off began. Our stubbornness matched each other’s. I gritted my teeth, begging myself not to say anything else. Savannah spun on her heel and stormed down the street. Watching her retreating figure, I groaned in frustration and took off after her. Her heels clicked on the sidewalk, and she was barely in arm’s reach of me. I couldn’t help but sneak glances at her. Her lips were pursed and her eyes narrowed in front of her, looking everywhere but at me while she tightly clutched her bag.
    “Stop looking at me. I am still pissed.” She fired a look at me, and I couldn’t stop the corners of my mouth curving. Taking a chance, I grabbed her hand as we walked in silence on the streets of New York City. She fought me but I clasped it tightly in mine. Finally she relaxed and entwined her fingers through mine. The rest of the walk was in silence. I didn’t dare speak. Jesus, I was lucky enough that she kept holding my hand. I knew this wasn’t the last of this argument. Fucking Blake Ryan!

I followed Savannah into her hotel room, desperate to break the distance between us. She dropped my hand the moment we got into the elevator and stood against the far wall. I watched her closely but she didn’t give me an inch. She did everything she could to distract herself from looking at me. She twirled her fingers around her hair, latched herself to her phone, and watched her shoes like they were the most exciting things she had ever seen.
    As I stood in the doorway of Sav’s hotel room, my eyes flew around the vast space, trying to take everything. Beautify had really gone all out on this place. This was the kind of place that would have made the perfect bachelor pad. The polished floorboards complimented the coffee- walls, and the floor-to-ceiling windows provided a view of Manhattan that lasted for miles. A solitary bed could be seen through the door of one of the rooms to the side. I couldn’t help but let my eyes drift to where I hoped I would have Sav on her back with me deep inside of her for most of my trip here. Jesus, it felt like a long time since I’d been between Sav’s thighs.
    I took off my suit jacket and placed it over the back of the couch, loosening my tie as I stared at Sav across the room.
    “Jesus fucking Christ.” I winced in shock as Sav’s handbag flew across the room and hit me square in the chest, the breath rushing from my lungs on impact. If I’d thought her anger towards me had been cooling, I was bitterly mistaken. She had an arm on her like a Major League pitcher. She raged through the apartment, her heels annoyingly hitting the floorboards with heated aggression, and stood by a closed door at the other end of the hotel room with her hands on her hips.
    “Don’t ‘Jesus fucking Christ’ me Tate. You fly to New York, stroll into my office in that suit you know I am a sucker for, kiss me to the point of almost giving me a fucking orgasm, and then accuse me of God only knows with Blake! You frustrate me! Why do you have to be an arsehole?” Savannah grasped at her heels, pulling them from her feet and flinging them in my direction, missing me by barely an inch. They landed with a thud on the couch behind me. Her eyes softened momentarily before they narrowed in again.
    “So you hang out with Blake and I’m the asshole? How does that work, Savannah?” Scoffing, I rolled my eyes in her direction.
    “I didn’t hang out with him.”
    “Um, you went out to lunch, which is hanging out to me.”
    “Well your idea of hanging out is delusional.”
    “Fuck this, Savannah. I fly across the country to see you and find out that you are hanging out with Blake. This is complete bullshit.” My pulse was frantically beating. I didn’t wait for her to speak, and I had no time to hear excuses. Hanging out was hanging out. The thought of calling Chelsea to make a point definitely flashed through my mind. How would Savannah like that? I knew Chelsea lived in New York most of the year,