Savannah suddenly threw herself against Elijah, hugging him tightly. “It’s okay. Don’t worry.” And Savannah meant it. Of course men like Elijah had a past. He was a good looking and a famous doctor who also happened to exist in a parallel universe where he happened to be a demon sex god. As long as Savannah was with him now, and he wanted no one else, she would be fine.
They left the house and found the portal without any complications. As they both stepped through the portal, Savannah felt the magnetic pull to Elijah lessen slightly. She still felt it in the human world, but not as strongly as she did in Elijah’s world.
“So, what was that bit of sex magic you pulled tonight?” she teased as they trudged towards Elijah’s house, hand in hand.
Elijah raised his eyebrows at her. “Haven’t you figured out by now that I can do magic? Of course, it’s stronger and more powerful in my own world, but I do have a few skills here.”
Savannah’s mind recalled how Elijah had turned the lights off in the studio without ever going near them, and how he had managed to clear out the tents at her parents’ party. She should have realized by now.
“Do you have a problem with it?” Elijah asked.
Savannah vehemently shook her head. “Not after what you did to me tonight,” she said throatily as she remembered how he had locked her in the cage and performed mind-blowing phantom oral sex on her.
The rest of the night passed much like the night before. They retired to Elijah’s human bedroom, slept, and then readied for work the following morning. Another outfit awaited Savannah, this time a pair of tailored black pants, expensive ballet flats and a low-key cream blouse.
When they arrived at work, they parted ways and Savannah hardly saw Elijah again for the rest of the day. She was busy making phone calls to vendors, radio stations and other random people as they prepared to start shooting the first episodes in the coming week. They were prepping for a grueling schedule of shooting in the morning and airing in the afternoon.
They would actually be shooting seven shows the following week to help get them slightly ahead of schedule. The goal was to eventually shoot seven shows in four days, or six shows in three days, allowing Elijah an extra day or two every week so that he could be at the hospital actually practicing medicine.
They managed to cross paths for a few minutes during the middle of the day and Elijah pulled her aside to break some bad news to her.
"Hey baby I got called in to assist with some surgeries this evening and I won't be able to see you tonight, I'm really sorry," he said quietly.
Saddened as she was by this news, Savannah couldn’t help but feel relieved that she would have a night to herself. Not to mention some time to heal, she was still so sore, she couldn’t imagine another romp with Elijah so soon. She could realistically use a few days rest, but that certainly wasn't going to happen, not if she had anything to do with it.
"That's okay, I could probably use a night off," she winked. She leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. "Have a great night at work and good luck with the surgeries!"
Savannah stopped to pick up some sushi on her way home from work. Sage was home and she squealed with delight when Savannah pulled out the maki rolls.
“Deets on Dr. Preston. Now.” Sage said before popping a yellowtail roll into her mouth. She looked at Savannah expectantly as she chewed.
Savannah decided to leave out the supernatural details, Sage would probably have her committed if she told her any of it. She did go into a detailed version of how she met Elijah at her parents’ party and then coincidentally met him again at her new job.
“It’s fate,” Sage sighed, "especially if Elijah honestly had nothing to do with you nabbing that job. You two are meant to be and you’ll get married and live in a big house and have lots of gorgeous babies.”
“Says the romance skeptic,” Savannah said dryly, dipping her tuna roll into soy sauce.
“I don’t believe in it for me, but definitely for you. Pretty girls like you who have brains and come from places like Greenwich, always find their happy endings,” she said with a hint of back- handedness.
Savannah shifted uncomfortably in her chair. Sage came from a sketchy background, when she was little she had to jump from one random relative’s house to another while her mom was in and out of jail. The poor girl didn’t even know who her dad was.
She went to school in Baltimore, and somehow she pulled herself together and got good grades in high school. Her excellent grades and undeniable theatre talents scored her a full ride on a theatre scholarship. Part of the reason that Savannah loved Sage so much was because she wasn’t stuffy or uptight like so many of the girls she grew up with. But there was always that constant reminder that she was more well off than Sage.
“Happy endings are coming for you too,” Savannah said, smiling broadly. Sage nodded but added nothing more on the topic and they spent the rest of their early dinner talking about Savannah’s new job.
After Sage left for the theatre, Savannah did some laundry and other boring things around the apartment. Elijah called to check in around 10:00 p.m. and Savannah’s entire body swooned just from hearing his warm, rich voice over the phone. She missed him like crazy and after they hung up she didn’t know what to do with herself. She finally opted to go to bed, hoping that morning would come quickly so she could see Elijah.
Savannah awoke the next morning to get ready for work, she remembered Kaci telling her to dress comfortably today because she would be doing a lot of physical tasks. She couldn’t help the nagging urge to dress nicely, she wanted to impress Elijah all the time, and she chastised herself
for being so obsessed. She opted for dark green cargo shorts, a loose fitting white tank top and a pair of thin white sneakers. Satisfied that she looked both practical and a little sexy, she pulled her hair back and set off to work.
Savannah came out of the subway station and made her way toward the studio. She noticed a striking woman standing a few feet away, scrolling through her phone. A few men walking down the street also noticed the woman, and they stared appreciatively. The woman clearly came from money and she was coiffed and styled to perfection. She was dressed in a cream wrap dress that hit just above her knees with a light and airy matching cardigan. She had on nude round toe pumps that accentuated her long, tan legs. Her hair was dark and thick and hung in a glossy sheet down her shoulders. She looked up at Savannah and Savannah saw that her face was just as perfect as the rest of her; she had large green eyes and distinct features.
The woman studied Savannah, glanced down at her phone and then back at Savannah as a look of recognition seemed to cross her face. Confused by the woman's odd behavior, Savannah stared back as she approached the studio.
“Savannah?” the woman asked. Her voice was smooth and sophisticated.
“Yes, can I help you?” she asked.
Suddenly the woman’s beautiful face twisted and hardened as her eyes iced over. “Stay the fuck away from Elijah,” she hissed.
Taken aback by the ugly outburst, Savannah blinked, dumbfounded. “Excuse me?” she stuttered.
“You heard me. I told you to keep your paws off Elijah. I’m sure he’s only using you to fuck you. Just a tight little cunt for him to play with. He’ll throw you away soon enough, so let me save you some pain.”
“It was you,” Savannah breathed, realizing that this must have been the woman who had texted her that scathing message.
The woman rolled her eyes. “What is this high school? Do you want an A plus for figuring that out? Elijah wants a real woman like me. Someone sophisticated and cultured. Someone who’s been around the block and knows how to please a man. This isn’t grade school, little girl.