Jessie took a deep breath to calm her temper, but as his spicy scent hit her nostrils she wished she hadn’t.
For a moment her inner lioness threatened to take over. And all she wanted to do was crawl into Nick’s lap and find out how he tasted.
But that was definitely not going to happen.
Jessie shook her head to clear it. “We’re supposed to be being collegial tonight, remember? That means no comments like that. Tell me about this ball we’re going to instead.”
Nick shrugged. “What do you want to know? As far as I’m concerned it’s just another boring charity gala in another fancy hotel ballroom, populated by a bunch of socialites with the emotional depth of a pancake. If you’ve been to one, you’ve been to them all.”
“Yes, but I’ve never been to one. Tell me what to expect.”
Just then the car stopped. “We’ve arrived,” the chauffeur said.
“Too late.” Nick slid across the seat until his thigh pressed against hers. “But there’s really only one thing you need to know.”
Jessie swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry. “What’s that?”
“You’re going to be the most beautiful woman in the room.”
That was so far away from what she’d expected to hear she wasn’t sure she’d heard correctly.
“What did you say?”
“You heard me. Don’t make me repeat myself.”
The heat in his sapphire gaze pinned her to the spot. He bent his head down toward hers and her pulse jumped in response. He hovered centimeters away, his eyes still locked on hers.
I want you more than I’ve wanted anything in a very long time,” he said. “But if you get in my way I’ll still crush you like a bug.
She gasped, outraged. But before she could think of a suitably cutting retort the driver opened the door.
His face turned into a blank mask as he sat up straight.
“Let’s get this over with,” he muttered.
She slid out of the car, gulping the fresh, non-Nick-scented air to clear her head. Obviously he knew the effect he had on her and wasn’t afraid to use it. But now that she knew he intended to play that game, he wouldn’t be able to surprise her again.
This was business. And he was the enemy. It wouldn’t do to forget that, even if they were playing nice for the evening.
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