“Hurt?”
“How?”
“Can she walk?” Anaya crosses her arms, eyeing him accusingly. “Didyoustomp on her or something?”
“No, he didn’t,” I jump in, pulling her focus to me. “He saved me.”
“From who?”
“Tell them later,” orders Nathan.
We all fall quiet.
It dawns on my muddled brain that I’ve been in his arms for quite some time now. He must be getting tired or cramping. I remove my arm from around his neck. “You can put me down, Nathan.”
His hold tightens, making my breath hitch.
“You’re in no condition to walk.” He shushes me. “And you shouldn’t be putting weight on your bad ankle either.”
“But-”
He speaks over me to my friends. “Did you all drive?”
A shake of their heads.
“Book a cab.” Striding for the elevator, he says, “I’ll carry her downstairs.”
Gosh! He didn’t look so bossy in the magazines.
Dipping his head, he arches an amused brow.
Huh… I frown.
“You’re talking out loud.”
Ground, swallow me up.
“Still out loud.”
Sputtering, I turn my head away. “Then stop listening.”
“I can’t carry you and cover my ears.”
The tipsiness gives me false bravado because I drag my palms up his neck and cover his damn ears. “There.”
A playful sheen darkens his narrow eyes, gone just as quickly.
Thankfully, we reach the corridor to the elevator. It’s bustling with people, waiting in a long queue. My hands slip toNathan’s shoulders as he walks past the line, straight to the huge bouncer. Wordlessly, the man stops the couple at the head of the queue. He presses the button for the elevator, which opens to an empty car.
We step inside, followed by my three stunned friends.
What was I thinking? A billionaire would never be caught dead waiting in a line. Nathan Singhania happens to be at the very top, even among the richest in our country.
I catch our reflection in the mirrored wall. It seizes my breath in my lungs.
He’s holding me so…protectively.
As soon as we’re cramped inside, I whisper to him while my friends converse to themselves, “You don’t have to carry me all the way down.”
