Chapter 14

MELANIE Nathan drapes his dinner jacket over my shoulders as we walk to the car, and I pull it tighter, enjoying the way his residual body heat warms me. The fabric smells of his cologne, woody and masculine, and being blanketed in his scent heats me up for an entirely different reason. A guy steps in front of us, holding an expensive-looking camera in his hands. “May I get a picture of the happy couple?” he asks, his eyes wide and hopeful. “Sure.” Nathan slips his arm around my waist and pulls me into him. I lean my head on his shoulder and smile for the camera, playing up the part. There were half a dozen photographers waiting as soon as we left the restaurant, and I used the same pose for them. Although it’s not all an act. I am happy. There are worse men I could have been asked to marry than the sexy-as-hell billionaire who, despite his ice-cold exterior, is warm when it matters. And that kiss. Wow! If he’s that good at kissing, I can’t help but wonder how good he is at other mouth