Flirtatious to indifferent.
From a tender gentleman to a stranger.
“Thank you for what you did back there,” I tell him, finally finding my voice. “I’m so sorry for ambushing you like that. I didn’t know he was going to be here. It caught me off guard. Anyway, I’ll… uh, I’ll let you be.”
“He’ll be waiting for you if you walk outside right now.”
I stop mid-step, gazing up at him in panic.
“You can join me,” he offers, inclining his head. “Until he’s gone.”
“I don’t want to intrude.” It suddenly hits me that he’s probably here to meet someone and I rudely interrupted his plans. “Oh gosh! You must be having company. Did I make you late or something?”
“Relax.” His eyes turn warm. “I was here for a quick lunch alone.”
“Oh.”
“Come on.”
I follow him to his table. He pulls out my chair like we’re on an actual date.
Anaya’s naughty voice telling me to fuck Nathan perks up in my head, making my cheeks heat. Especially the part where she implied he’ll have a magnificent cock and will know how to bring a woman to orgasm.
As he rounds to his side across from me, I discreetly run my gaze over his sculpted frame encased in a dark blue three-piece suit. His long, elegant fingers unbutton his suit jacket before he takes his seat.
Everything about him is polished and refined, exuding confidence and perfection. Except for that one rebellious strand that falls onto his broad forehead.
His gold Rolex watch sparkles as he reaches for the glass of water. “Wereyouhere with someone?”
I rip my eyes from his full lips touching the rim of the glass, replying, “Yeah. I came to meet my boss.” I refrain from mentioning the details.
“The usual for you, sir?” the waiter interrupts, showing up out of nowhere.
“Yes.” Keeping those intense eyes fixed on me, he asks, “What would you like to have?”
“I already ordered.”
“Have it brought here,” he orders the waiter, who leaves after I tell him where I was sitting earlier.
“Back there,” he drawls once it’s just us. “You looked half a second away from a panic attack. Was the breakup ugly? He didn’t want to leave you?”
A hollow laugh bubbles up inside my throat. “He left me at the altar.”
Chapter Six
Nathan
Hardly anything shocks me anymore. Arya’s answer does, however, raising my eyebrows to my hairline. She tears her gaze away, blinking rapidly at the tablecloth.
“He left me,” she utters so low that I almost don’t hear it. “Decided he didn’t want to marry me.”
A man who doesn’t want her wouldn’t react the way he did minutes ago. “He regrets it.”
Glistening brown eyes clash with mine, frowning hard. Her pouty lips part as she denies it. “I don’t think so.”
“After today, he’s already plotting how to win you back.”
“No way.” Her silky hair ripples around her round face as she shakes her head. “We’ve been over for seven months. He never once reached out. He only did so today because we ran into each other. If that’s not all, he was laughing with a woman when I saw him. Probably on a date.”
