Chapter 13

NATHAN Iglance at my cell phone on the desk beside me and suppress a smirk when I see her text message displayed on the screen. Is this a joke? Are you seriously choosing my clothes for our date? I clear my throat, and my secretary looks up from her legal pad. “Excuse me, Helen. I need to deal with this.” She offers me a brief smile and places her pad and pen in her lap while I type out a reply to Mel. It’s a gift. You know what a gift is, surely? It feels like a possessive, big dick energy move to me. I suppress a laugh. Our last two dates play on a highlight reel in my head, and we didn’t even so much as kiss. But fuck, I wanted to kiss her. I wanted to take her back to my place and fuck her until neither of us could walk. So she thinks I have big dick energy? Well, she’s sure right about one thing. I almost type that but refrain from being so crass. I picked the dress out especially for her, and it will look goddamn incredible on those killer curves. Have you even looked at the dres