Miller turned to Dylan in dismay, and after Dylan nodded, she responded carefully, "Okay, I will take your word."
Judy saw her out, and Miller left Beverly Hills.
The living room was quiet.
"May I go back to my room now?" Savannah walked back to the sofa, glancing at him, and was about to go upstairs when Dylan grabbed her by the collar and pulled her over to him.
"So soon?" Dylan's voice was in her ears.
"What else?" She scented the danger in his voice, which indicated that he wanted…her.
"I helped you vent your spleen, and now I want you to…" He whispered in her ear, and he began to trail feather light kisses around her ear and on her neck.
"I hurt my leg today, I can't..." She shuddered with an excuse.
"What are you thinking?" Dylan let her go. He raised his eyebrows at her, amused, and a little dismayed.
"Don't you want to…sleep with me?" She said, stammering.
"I want you to promise me one thing!" He said roughly.
