Free JACKED by Sasha Gold Page B

morning and she turned down the waiter when he offered her a glass of champagne. Jack didn’t want to appear as though he was pushing her. She was still hurting. Maybe she expected him to apologize for telling Weston about her studies. Refusing to see her father’s behavior in a bad light she had nowhere else to set it other than squarely on his shoulders.
    Rain fell softly and the occasional rumble of thunder shook the house. He still had another week off from work, and even though he and Savannah were barely speaking and certainly weren’t tearing up the sheets, he was happy to be home with her.
    He turned back to his computer to look at resumes of pilots he wanted to hire. He still needed to hire two new CPAs. Not a bad problem to have and normally the company’s growth pleased him, but his mind wandered to places it shouldn’t.
    The email with the link of the hospital waiting room tempted him. He could show Savannah how her father lied and manipulated everyone with the heart attack scare. Jack snorted. Weston Michaels, the son of a bitch would probably outlive them all.
    At least Weston was devoted to Jack’s mother. He liked a pretty face and loved to flirt, but his eyes lit with a special look anytime Eleanor walked in the room.
    He scrolled past the email from Theo and opened one from his secretary. She’d sent information about the hotel for sale in Aspen, the one built by the Montgomery’s architect. He looked at the pictures.
    “Hey, Savannah,” he said. “Come tell me what you think of the hotel you found for us.”
    She set aside her book and came to the desk.
    “You want me to take you to go see it?”
    A nervous smile tugged at her lips. She bit her lip. “I have to say, it’s been nice not flying for a few days. I get kind of anxious about it.”
    “You need to drink more, sweetheart. If you have too much, I can carry you to the car.”
    She shook her head. “I could be expecting.”
    He stared at her. “Are you late?”
    “No, but I’m still not planning on getting tipsy anytime soon.” She turned to the computer and scrolled through the pictures of the hotel. “Indoor heated pool. It looks really nice. If you wanted to go up there I would go with you. Are you planning on becoming a hotel tycoon?”
    He smiled at her teasing tone. This was a lot better than the stilted conversation at brunch. Thunder cracked and she yelped and then covered her mouth with her hand. He took her hand and urged her closer, easing her down to his lap.
    “Maybe you should sit down. A lady in your condition…”
    She sat down, but her posture was stiff, her eyes wary like she expected him to pounce on her. He could feel her poised, ready to spring from his lap if he suddenly unleashed his lust upon her and damn if that didn’t sound good. He groaned and thought for the hundredth time how much Weston Michaels pissed him off. She drew back in response to his groan.
    “Scared, little girl? Think that I’m going to ravish you?”
    She shook her head and turned to his computer, taking the mouse in her hand. “I want to see some more pictures of this pretty hotel. It’s historic like the Montgomery. I like that. I would go with you if you want. I have a little counting trick I do when we land. It helps.”
    He curled his hands into fists to keep from touching her. She shifted, leaning forward to read a caption. Her ass on his lap was exquisite torture. Her yoga pants hugged the curve of her ass.
    “Jack, it has a spa and a library. My gosh, I love it. My sisters would go crazy here. Charlotte loves historic homes. She’d lose her mind to stay in a historic hotel.”
    “That’s what I want. For our family to have a suite or an apartment and for everyone to use it. Your dad, my mom, your sisters. Maybe Thanksgiving in one place every year and Christmas in another.”
    “If you’re on speaking terms with my father.”
    “We’ll be talking. You’ll see. I’m pretty damn charming.” He let his hands settle