He proceeds to prepare another cocktail.
“She looks like she really needs one,” Nat says to me.
“I don’t.”
“You do,” she affirms. “Calm down.”
“I can’t. What if—”
“Shh.” Nat presses a finger to my lips, her eyes glued somewhere behind me. “Tall, dark, and handsome in a white dress shirt and gray slacks?”
My heart palpitates. “Yes, sounds like him.”
“Jesus, Mads. You should have invited him to your room.”
“Nat, stop!” My stomach twists. “What is he doing?” I don’t want to turn around and catch his eye.
“He’s going to the receptionist. Wait, nope. He’s coming over.”
My eyes widen. “Here? What?”
“Not to us. Here to the bar.”
Oh, God.
Inhale. Exhale. Panic.
I should have given over everything to the receptionist and never tried to meet him again. It wasn’t like he hinted atanything earlier on. Hell, he only pitied me. I’d look more pitiful trying to get his attention again.
“He’s seated. Now’s your time to swoop in,” Nat says.
I stay seated, my stomach quaking.
Nat does an exaggerated sigh. “Mads! Come on. Go!”
As she sees I’m not moving, an evil glint sneaks into her eye. She pulls me off the stool. I resist, but she manages to get me down.
“Go!” she whispers harshly, pushing me his way.
I stop, staring at his profile. His jaw is carved from marble, his frame strong and erect.
I inch forward, drawn to him. “Hi.” He keeps looking at his phone, frowning. I clear my throat and try again. “Hi.” I smile and wave.
He turns my way then. Deep blue eyes arrest mine.
I’m hooked.
Chapter Two
Chance
Owlish brown eyes make me lose my head for a few seconds. I see her lush pink lips moving again. She’s speaking. To me. I don’t hear a word, but I have to respond.
“How can I help you?”
Her eyes shutter.
Fuck. I must sound too brash.
