Did I mention he’s your ONLY client?! And Mitchell Hunter’s SON?!
“Abby?”
I whirled around to see Nick standing there by the door. The ID stamp to get into the club was still shining bright on his wrist, and tiny clouds of steam were rising off his body.
He was everything a girl could ever want. Beautiful. Funny. Sweet. Trustworthy. Oh, and did I mention the guy was fucking hot?!
But none of that mattered, right? Because he was a client, and we were drunk, and we were heading back to New York in the morning.
...right?
“I’m sorry, Nick.” I turned with drunken tears in my eyes and started walking back across the street, both shaken and overwhelmed by what had almost happened. “I have no idea what got into me. That was obviously so wildly inappropriate, I can’t even—”
“Hey,” he caught my wrist and spun me back around, catching up to me before I’d taken more than a few steps, “what happened to what happens in Spain, stays in Spain?”
I stared up into his eyes, searching, like I might find answers there.
“Nick—this is me. And you. We can’t do this. This isn’t us.”
He lips parted for a second, before he bowed his head. Unable to refute it. Unable to claim that it wasn’t true. But a second later, he muttered something under his breath, something so quiet, I almost wasn’t able to hear.
“But it could be.”
I lifted my head, still shivering with the sudden temperature change. “What?”
His face lit up, and he stared down with sudden confidence. The kind of confidence I’d learned to fear. The kind I’d learned to crave.
“When we get back to New York, you’re just going to find another girl for me, aren’t you? Someone else to keep the board happy for three more months until the merger?”
My face blanched, caught completely off guard. Of course, professionally speaking, that would be the best scenario. If Mitchell had anything to say about it, it was probably the only way I’d be able to keep my job. But after Ella, I didn’t think Nick would even consider it.
“Um...yeah,” I replied slowly. “I mean, if you’re amenable, then I—”
“I’ll do it,” he said with that same surge of adrenaline, the one that had gotten him in trouble more times than we both could count. “Under one condition.”
My eyes met his in the dark, unable to keep up with the speed of his decisions.
“Of course—anything you want.”
He didn’t miss a beat. Didn’t even pause.
“I want to pick the girl this time.”
That might actually make things difficult. With my reputation, I was able to get most anyone he’d be interested in. But knowing Nick, there was some sort of catch that would make it almost impossible to get it done. Already, my mind was racing with the heads of different casting agencies and labels. Managers and other publicists across the board. Ready to call in favors.
“Alright,” I gazed up at him, bracing for the worst, “who do you have in mind?”
His eyes twinkled down at me, haloed by the Barcelona moon.
“You.”
To be continued...
Book 2
The Billionaire’s Proposal
Part 2