Chapter 11

MELANIE Nathan stands outside my apartment building, leaning against his black limo with his arms folded over his broad chest and his foot resting on the door panel. He’s dressed in jeans and a navy polo shirt, and I swear he makes them look as tailored as one of his Savile Row suits. I walk over to him with a spring in my step. It’s a beautiful summer evening, and I’m going on a date with a handsome, brilliant man who makes me laugh even if he doesn’t mean to. What’s not to be happy about? I catch his attention and smile, and I don’t miss the way his eyes rake hungrily up and down my body, taking in my bare tanned legs in my pink summer dress. “Hey.” My voice comes out in a breathy whisper that I was totally not expecting to sound as sultry as it does. His eyes are dark and intense. “You look beautiful.” My cheeks flush with heat, not to mention that space between my thighs. “You look handsome.” He flashes me an arrogant half smile. Yeah, he knows he’s hot. I bet women have been telli