Chapter 257: Lauren White

Reese The first thing I noticed when Savannah walked in wasn’t exactly her. It was her dress. It clung to her like it had been stitched onto her body with intention—not modest, not careless either, but deliberate. Too deliberate. I didn’t send that. And that thought alone made my jaw tighten. Asking her where she got it from or why she was wearing it would have seemed some kind of way. Possessive. Controlling. And more than anything, utterly embarrassing for her in front of people who were already watching too closely. So I kept my mouth shut, forcing my expression into something neutral, blank. Until… Randall asked her to move over to the right. That was when I knew. That asshole just wanted to hear her speak. I bet his twisted mind got off on that. He wanted to hear her voice. He wanted to hear her soft, feminine, vulnerable voice in a crowded room. He had no right to be hungry for something he had no right craving in the first place. And what better way to hear Savannah speak than t