I stare at the three dots, waiting for his response.
I’ll meet you there in half an hour. Is Mase coming too?
He’s on a date with that underwear model and I can guarantee his night will have a happy ending. Unlike mine
Well, I would have said that about you before tonight.
I can picture the grin on my brother’s face and roll my eyes.
I’ll see you at the bar
Already two glasses of Scotch in, I slide Elijah’s drink across the table to him when he arrives. He takes a sip and eyes me over the rim of his glass. “So?”
“It was okay.” I shrug. “Less painful than expected.”
“Wow.” He purses his lips and nods. “I see nothing but happiness in your future then.”
Ignoring his sarcasm, I take a swig of my Scotch and savor the rich, smoky liquid burning my throat. “Well, we don’t marry for love, right?”
Elijah snorts. “It sure didn’t work for me.” He downs his drink and signals the waitress for another.
“Anyway, I’m being unfair. As a date, it was good.” Pausing, I stare into the bottom of my glass. “More fun than I’ve had at dinner with a woman for as long as I can remember.”
“So why the long face?”
I shake my head and blow out a breath. “As a rule, the fun part of my dates usually begins after the dinner and conversation.” At least that was the case until recently.
“Oh.” Elijah laughs. “So you’re pissed because she didn’t let you fuck her?”
“No, buddy. I’m pissed because I wanted to fuck her. I went into this tonight thinking it would just be dinner, and she surprised the hell out of me.”
“So she’s going to make you wait a while, horndog. Is that so bad? And isn’t it a good thing that you want to fuck the woman you’re going to marry in a few weeks?”
“I really don’t know, Elijah. Being attracted to her makes the whole arrangement way more complicated.”
He frowns at me. “Or easier if you’re going to have kids with her.”
“I dunno.” He might be right, but all the things I’m feeling right now are making me think I’ve bitten off more than I anticipated. “Anyway, she was different tonight.”
Our waitress brings us each a fresh drink, and Elijah thanks her and slips her a twenty for her service. With a sweet smile, she flutters her eyelashes at him, but his attention remains on me. “Different how?”
“She was quiet today in the boardroom. Reserved even. Then tonight she was fun. Flirty. Feisty as fuck.” A smile tugs at the corner of my lips at the memory.
“Maybe alcohol loosens her inhibitions?” he suggests.
“Obviously not enough.” I snort, the buzz from the whisky finally taking the edge off my frustration, and he laughs at my crass joke. “But anyway, it wasn’t that. She had a glass of champagne and two glasses of wine over the course of three hours. It was more like she acted differently around her brother. I think there’s something weird going on between them.”
His lip curls in disgust. “Eww, bro!” He lets a bit of his old frat-boy self slip out past his usual reserved-CEO facade.
I give him a light punch on the arm. “Not that sort of weird, you pervert.” He snickers, but the troubled look in his eyes makes me realize what a bad brother I’ve been lately. “How are things with Amber?”
He shakes his head, avoiding my gaze. His only response is a heavy sigh, and he takes another gulp of his Scotch. After a long pause, he lifts his head again. His eyes glisten with tears when they meet mine, and my heart breaks a little for him. I remember when he and Amber met in college, and although she never seemed right for him as far as I could see, I also recall how happy they were. But they haven’t been anything close to happy for a long time now.
“I don’t know how to fix it, Nathan. Every time I try, it seems to push her further away.”
I give his shoulder a reassuring squeeze.
“So, maybe Dad was right about not marrying for love, huh?” He downs the last of his Scotch.
“So what you’re saying is I should count my lucky stars that I’ll never fall in love with my wife”—I sip my drink—“but the fact that her sass, not to mention her fine-as-hell ass, makes me as hard as iron is a major plus?”
Chuckling, Elijah raises his empty glass in a toast. “You’ve got it made, brother.”
Chapter
Eleven
MELANIE
Nathan stands outside my apartment building, leaning against his black limo with his arms folded over his broad chest and his foot resting on the door panel. He’s dressed in jeans and a navy polo shirt, and I swear he makes them look as tailored as one of his Savile Row suits.
I walk over to him with a spring in my step. It’s a beautiful summer evening, and I’m going on a date with a handsome, brilliant man who makes me laugh even if he doesn’t mean to. What’s not to be happy about? I catch his attention and smile, and I don’t miss the way his eyes rake hungrily up and down my body, taking in my bare tanned legs in my pink summer dress.
“Hey.” My voice comes out in a breathy whisper that I was totally not expecting to sound as sultry as it does.
His eyes are dark and intense. “You look beautiful.”
My cheeks flush with heat, not to mention that space between my thighs. “You look handsome.”
