The Billionaire's Bargain (First Desire: Taming Savannah) by Denise Avery Page B

then I have to meet with my
advisor to talk about dropping that double major in Polynesian
Studies, then back to the studio for my independent study, then I
have to race across to town to get to work at Andy’s Cafe.”
    “I thought you were still working at that
kids store?”
    “I am. I do both.”
    “I’m telling you, Claire. You put yourself
through way too much shit. How do you have time to have any fun at
all?”
    “I have plenty of fun when I’m not working!
Or in class...” Claire said unconvincingly. “Besides, me and Tommy
have plenty of fun when—”
    “Ugh!” Savannah cried, holding up her hands
to keep Claire from going on, “If you love me at all, you will not
start talking about your heinous boyfriend again! I makes me too
sad to think about it for more than a second. I don’t understand,
Claire. You’ve got the whole Marilyn Monroe thing going on, and you
continue to slum it with that loser?”
    “Well, Savannah, not everyone is quite as
confident as you.”
    “It’s not just about confidence,” Savannah
said, “It’s ignoring the things and people who tell you that you
can’t have what you want. Now, maybe this is what you want. You
know, a billion classes, three jobs, a shitty boyfriend, a shittier
apartment... But I’m guessing that if you were honest with
yourself, your ideal situation would look a little different than
it does now.”
    “...Maybe,” Claire allowed, looking
sullen.
    “‘Maybe’? Well. It’s a start,” Savannah said.
“I’ve got to run, my sweet. I have a meeting with professor
Donnelly.”
    “Isn’t that the professor whose class you
just skipped?”
    “Yeah. I prefer to catch him during office
hours. I need personal attention.”
    “Oh, Savannah.”
    “See you later, love!” Savannah called,
sauntering down the street away from Claire. She could feel the
eyes of passing strangers linger a tad too long on her bare
midriff, her smooth and firm legs, the luscious little swell of her
tight ass. As used as she was to perpetual attention, Savannah
never felt overwhelmed. She knew that the world looked kindly upon
her for the most part, and recognized that people developed certain
opinions about her from the way she looked. She knew that most men
and quite a few women wanted to fuck her, she knew that those who
didn’t want to fuck her would often dismiss her as an air-headed
slut.
    Miraculously, Savannah managed not to let
either camp change the way she thought about herself. All she knew
was that the things she wanted could all be within her reach if she
used her gifts to her advantage. She didn’t take advantage of the
fact that she was a stunning specimen of humanity; she merely used
the tools that were available to her. Nothing at all to be sorry
for, there!
    She finally arrived at her location, the arts
and sciences building at the heart of campus. Savannah attended
class so seldom that she sometimes had trouble finding her way
around campus, even after four years as a student there. Still,
this building had lately become one of her favorite places to
visit. And it had nothing to do with her major, that was for
sure.
    Savannah strode past the security guard,
flipping her student ID past his glazed-over eyes. She could still
feel his eyes on her modest but pert chest as the elevator doors
slid closed. The lift was rather crammed at this time of day, and
she found herself pressed against a rather dour-looking female
professor. The woman must have been in her late fifties, and
sported an ill-fitting pantsuit and what appeared to be a Bumpit in
her wiry red hair.
    The older lady stared down her nose at
Savannah, who at four eleven was not exactly towering over anyone.
Savannah caught her disapproving eye and grinned. Lowering her
lids, Savannah ran her tongue over her full, pink lips, never for a
moment breaking eye contact with the professor. The woman blushed
brilliantly and sputtered incoherently for a moment before the
doors slid open to Savannah’s