Nathan’s eyes come back to me.
Fuck.
“We need to get back to our table. Let’s go, baby.” I smile as I pull Nathan by the arm. “Nice to see you, Dr. Morgan,” I say in a rush. Go away, now.
“Henry,” he corrects me. “And do come quickly. The sooner you are under me, the better.”
Nathan stares at him.
“Working under me, I mean.” He chuckles. “That sounded wrong, didn’t it?”
“Not to mention deluded,” Nathan replies dryly.
“Goodbye.” I fake a giggle. “Lovely to see you again.” I drag Nathan back to the table.
Oh, crap.
Nathan sits down with a thud. He tips his head back and takes a huge gulp of his scotch.
I smile around my champagne glass. Oh, great.
Nathan’s eyes meet mine. “I thought you said your boss was old.”
“He is old.” I lie as I try to act casual.
He raises an eyebrow. “Why did you tell him I was your boyfriend?”
I put my hand on his thigh under the table. “I tell a lot of people you’re my boyfriend,” I whisper.
“You do?”
“I do.” I smile up at him. “Why, am I ruining your reputation?”
His eyes soften. “You are, actually.” He picks up my hand from his thigh and takes it in his. His eyes go over to the bar to watch Henry. “Something feels off about him.”
“He seems okay. He’s a bit full of himself but that doesn’t bother me.”
“So, if I’m your boyfriend now does that mean I get to molest you on the dancefloor later?” He asks as he raises his eyebrow.
I giggle. “Go for it.”
Over the next four hours, I watch as people try to get Nathan’s attention.
He’s polite and frank, and he doesn’t linger with anyone. His attention always comes back to me. He walks back from the bar and holds his hand out.
“Would you like to dance, Eliza?”
I smile as I take it. “I would.”
Nathan is a wonderful dancer. We dance at every event we go to. He leads me out onto the dancefloor and takes me into his arms where we begin to sway to the music. The quartet band is playing Unchained Melody.
“Thank you for coming with me to all these things.”
I smile up at my beautiful friend who is so much taller than me. “I enjoy them. They’re fun, and it gives me a chance to get dressed up.”
He holds me close as his hand lingers on my hip, his breath dusting my neck.
He stares down at me, and something feels different tonight. I don’t know what it is. It’s as if I’m the only other person in the room. His attention is two hundred percent on me. He’s always attentive, but I’m really feeling it tonight.