Calm your tits! I’ve already had him.
I’m tempted to shout it at her. However, I hold back my tongue.
When Nathan makes no effort to introduce us, content in making me squirm awkwardly under his hawklike intensity, she takes the lead. “Hi, I’m Samaira.”
“Nice to meet you, Samaira.”
“How do you two know each other?” Her sultry voice drips with curiosity, while her gaze ping-pongs between us.
“I work for him.” Glancing at Nathan, I ask in an impersonal voice. “May I have a moment alone with you?”
“Excuse me,” he murmurs to her.
She removes her catty claws from his chest, purring, “I’ll be waiting.”
I fight the urge to roll my eyes.
Nathan follows closely behind as we zigzag between the throng of people, searching for a quiet corner. Once again, I feel the burn of his gaze roaming along my naked back, bared because of the low back of the cocktail dress. When I turn around after stopping near an empty table, his eyes could chill the hottest of summer nights.
Casually slipping one hand in his pocket, he quips, “Any specific reason you were rude to my date?”
“You're kidding me?” I gape. “I was perfectly polite.”
“You could’ve been nicer.”
“By making small talk? Asking about the weather?” Discussing the size of his dick? Exchanging notes about his sexual prowess? Compare who he gave more orgasms? “I’m not here to entertain your date, Nathan.”
“No, you’re not,” he agrees before narrowing his gaze sternly. “You’re here to interact with my shareholders and see what they feel about me past the scandal.”
“That’s not what we discussed.You’resupposed to schmooze them tonight.” Putting my hands on my hips, I demand, “Did you even read the notes I sent you?”
“I want you to get a feel of all those who are here tonight and pick a few with whom I have a chance to bring to my side.”
Of course he’s dumping the responsibility on me.
He’s too busy flirting with his supermodel, or shall I saystickymodel, to do it himself. I bet he’s pretending to be a knight to get into her pants.
Our relationship may have become strictly business, but otherwise, he’s the same lazy and cocky man who isn't taking his situation seriously.
“Was that all?” he prods boredly.
“No, I-” A flash of wavy dark curls cuts me off mid-speech.
Heart thumping frantically as Bianca turns in our direction, I grab Nathan’s bicep and drag us behind the pillar in the corner. Stepping closer and using his big body as a shield, I slowly stretch on my toes to peer over his shoulder.
She’s fully facing us now.
Crap! I dive back down, deciding whether to meet her or get the hell out of Dodge.
Nathan’s deep and teasing voice fills my ears. “Is this you recreating the memory of the last time we were attending the same ball? If yes, you’re crossing the line of professionalism, angel.”
I notice my fingers digging into his arms and immediately let go. Sticking close to him as a precaution, I tilt my head to find him eyeing me smugly.
“Didn’t peg you for a girl who steals someone’s date.”
“I don’t want you.”
“Is that why you’re climbing up my body?”
