“That’s why you need a visionary at the helm. Someone who doesn’t mind getting their hands dirty and getting the work done.” Nash kissed Kenzi’s hair.
Guy folded his arms across his chest. He narrowed his eyes and considered Nash’s words. “I think you might be right.”
Kenzi barely contained her shout of joy. “Thank you for your support, Guy.”
The server appeared with the check and Kenzi paid for them all. She watched Nash as he expounded on this brilliant plan of his. His hands were animated and his expression changed in an instant as he went from deep thought to listening to Guy’s concerns. As the COO, Guy was over distribution of product, hiring and firing employees, and establishing policies and promoting the company vision. Having him on their side was huge.
Nash’s hand worked its way up to her neck, where his fingertips tickled her earlobe. She squeaked and quickly excused herself to go to the restroom. Nash had officially won this round of their tête-à-tête. She breathed in through her nose to calm herself down and get it out of her system.
The bathroom was covered in tile from the floor to the ceiling, and it was cold. She welcomed the change in temperature—anything to get her face to cool off.
She stopped at the mirror to make sure her shirt was free from marinara sauce. Nash was a natural, and he’d proven himself an asset to her cause tonight. He’d also heated her body temperature with his touch and simple kiss. Each move the other made was like a piece on the chessboard. Only, instead of capturing the queen, they danced around one another on the board in a perpetual stalemate.
Her shirt was clean, thank goodness. She walked back to the table just as the group was getting to their feet. From here, it looked like Nash was in control of everything. The thought bothered her for some reason. He was on her team, so she should have been happy that he had succeeded where she’d drawn a blank. However, she wanted to be CEO on her own merits, not because Nash was a quick thinker. Though they’d won this round, she’d lost something in the process.
Shaking off her negative thoughts, she joined the party at the exit to say goodbyes. All the while, a nagging uncertainty tugged at the back of her mind. She had been more focused on Nash than on what was being said at the table. He’d been too distracting with his impish grin and unspoken challenges.
Still, she should be capable of holding herself together for an hour at a time—even with his fingers leaving trails of tingles on her shoulder. She brushed her hand over the skin as if she could brush away the memory. It was too late. Her body was siding with Nash.
Nash glanced her way and winked.
Her heart flipped. Sizing up his broad swimmer’s shoulders told her there were worse things to be distracted by than her husband. Although she couldn’t think of one at the moment.
