His eyes hold mine.
I smile, slightly embarrassed by my lack of experience. “Anyway, I forget what sex is even like.”
“How long since you have had it?”
“Two years.”
“You haven’t had sex for two years?” he gasps.
“Nope.”
“Jesus, Eliza.” he whispers. “Why not?”
“I guess I’m waiting for Mr. Right this time.”
He stares at me for a moment before he speaks. “So, what you’re saying is that you’re waiting for a Mr. Right to teach you how to be bad?”
“Precisely.” I smile. “Do you know anyone?” I tease.
He runs the backs of his fingers down my cheek as if distracted. “Maybe.”
I smile up at my beautiful friend. He looks so handsome in his dinner suit. I rearrange his bow tie and run my fingers through his messed-up hair.
“Are you ready to go, Mr. Mercer?”
His tongue darts out and slides across his bottom lip, and I get the feeling he has something else on his mind. “If we must.”
4
Eliza
We walk into the ballroom. The venue is grand with high ceilings and beautiful, low hanging chandeliers. Huge vases of beautiful pink and cream fresh flowers sit on every table alongside lit candles. Glamorous people in black tie are standing everywhere.
“What’s this ball in aid of again?” I ask as I scan the room.
“It?
??s a fundraiser for The Children’s Medical Research Hospital.”
“Looks swanky.” I smile.
“I certainly hope so. The tickets were ten thousand dollars.”
“Each?” I frown.
“Yes.” He twists his lips as he looks around. “It’s a good cause.”
I widen my eyes. “Jeez.” I try to work out how many people are here and how much they are raising.
A bartender walks past with a silver tray of champagne.
“Champagne, sir.”
“Thank you.” Nathan takes two and passes one to me. He takes a sip of his. He winces and looks at the glass.
“No good?” I frown.
“Not twenty thousand dollars good.”