It was an experience unlike any I’d had before. And was unlikely to ever have again.
From the second we swept inside, it was like we stepped into another world. One where things like fairytales and glass slippers happened on Tuesday. Where women still dressed like princesses, and men still opened the door. There were violins and ice sculptures, diplomats and kings. A hundred flutes of champagne floated on silver trays—never in the way, always in reach.
But in spite of all the magic around me, I was unable to take my eyes off a single thing.
Nick.
It was one thing to go to these parties as his publicist. It was another thing entirely go on his arm. The world looked different from that angle. Brighter, somehow. Full of possibilities.
But as absorbed as I was with Nick, he was equally absorbed with me.
No matter who was talking to him, he kept his eyes fixed on mine. And no matter how quick and thick the wolves descended, he never let go of my hand.
“Yes, yes—thank you,” he waved off the person trying to summon his attention, “I couldn’t agree more. We’ll talk later, Jim.”
“Who’s that?” I asked, as the man disappeared into the crowd.
“No idea.” Nick grinned. “When I don’t know someone, I call them Jim. Nine times out of ten, I’m right.” I stifled a smile, pleased he’d let me in on another secret, and he gave my hand a little tug. “Come on...time to show you the best room of all.”
Before anyone else could stop us, we breezed out of the ballroom and into the hall. A series of security guards and butlers alike parted ways for us, as we made our way up one small staircase and down another, before ending up in some sort of walk-in closet.
“Here it is.” Nick gestured around in triumph. “The coat room.”
It took me a minute to understand what he was getting at, then my cheeks blushed a delicate shade of pink. My hair, which had been swept half up to trail down my back in little twists and tendrils, spilled in between us—creating a kind of shield.
A pair of warm fingers cut through the center, gently lifting my chin.
“What’s wrong?” Nick asked softly. We were alone—not a person in sight—but he still lowered his voice. “You don’t like the dress?”
My eyes shot up to his in alarm.
“No—it’s not that at all. The dress is just...absurdly beautiful.”
His eyes softened with a smile as he gazed down.
“Then what is it?”
Another wave of nerves trembled through me, as I stared up into his eyes.
“I really don’t want to ruin this for you.”
“Ruin this?” His face lightened in surprise. “Ruin what—the party? How the hell could you possibly—”
“This is not my scene, Nick.”
I pictured the droves of celebrities, dancing and laughing and drinking just a stone’s throw away. Pictured the Nobel laureates and foreign leaders. Then I pictured my little apartment in Brooklyn. I pictured the place I was going back to the second I took off this dress.
“Not your scene?” he repeated, shaking his head incredulously. “Abby, you and I have gone to things like this a million times before. What’s so different about it now?”
“It’s different because I’m not going as your publicist. I’m going as your girlfriend.” I shifted nervously amongst the coats and jackets, wishing I was back in the limo. “I keep feeling like they’re going to see through it somehow. Toss me out and brand me for being a member of working class.”
I was only half-joking, but Nick threw back his head and laughed like I’d just said the most ridiculous thing in the world.
“Abigail Wilder,” he shook his head, trying to control his smile, “when are you ever going to get it through your thick head?”
I paused uncertainly, staring up at him.
“Get what?”
Without seeming to think about it, he leaned down and kissed the tip of my nose.
“How unspeakably beautiful, lovely, and smart you are.”
For a second, neither one of us moved. We simply stood there, suspended in our own little world as the rest of the party raced on around us. Then, with a touch so light I could barely feel it, Nick slipped his fingers under my coat and slowly slid it off my arms.
Close as we were, he couldn’t hide his soft gasp. Couldn’t hide the look of breathless amazement that transformed his features as his eyes swept over my skin. Couldn’t hide the faint stiffening of his body, as he froze in place.
“Well?” I asked nervously, awaiting the official verdict. “What do you think?”
His senses returned to him, and his lips curved up in a little smile.
“My warrior woman.”
A feeling of deep relief swept through me, and my cheeks flushed with pride. My hips seemed to take on a life of their own, as I swished what little fabric there was back and forth.
His eyes followed every move.
“That’s all you,” I replied. “You’re the one who picked it.”
I thought this was a perfectly acceptable thing to say, but when nothing but a ringing silence followed the remark, I looked up to see what was going on.
It was like Nick didn’t even hear me. For one of the first times I could remember, my silver-tongued client could think of nothing to say. He was simply standing there, spellbound. Looking very much like a twelve-year-old kid on the playground, caught staring at a girl.
I cleared my throat softly, and he jerked back to attention.
“I’m sorry, what was that?”
My cheeks flushed again, and I bit my lip to keep from smiling. “I said, that you were the one who picked it out. And...thank you. I love it Nick, I really do.”
His eyes literally seemed to glow as they beamed back into mine, holding me there with a kind of magnetism so strong, I didn’t think I could ever escape it.
“I’m glad,” he said softly. His mouth opened like he wanted to say something else, but he dropped his eyes at the last minute. It was then that he realized the obvious problem. “But it’s not the only thing I picked out. The necklace. You didn’t want to wear it?”
“Oh—I almost forgot.” I reached back into the pocket of my coat and pulled it out, holding it incredibly gently in my palm. “I didn’t want to wear it standing out on the curb in Brooklyn. I was worried someone might grab it before Bobby showed up.”
A faint shadow flickered across Nick’s face.
“Do things like that happen a lot around your apartment?”
My eyes squinted in focus, trying to find the clasp.
“Hmm?”
“It’s nothing.” He shook his head quickly, and took it from my hands. “Here, let me.”
Before I could stop him, he lifted it from my hands—circling around behind me as he draped the gem over my chest. A soft gasp escaped my lips as the cold diamond came to rest against my skin. But it wasn’t the diamond that was making me shiver.
“Hold still,” Nick murmured, leaning down so far that his warm breath tickled the back of my neck, “I’ve almost got it.”
I tried, but it wasn’t easy. Quite the contrary. It was like every nerve ending in my body had suddenly sprung to life. My eyes were dancing with it. My skin was jumping with it. My heart was pounding away with it inside my chest.
Based on the sound of shallow breathing behind me, I wasn’t the only one having trouble.
Nick took a step closer, then another step after that. He was pressed right up against me now—I could feel the heat from his body seeping through my tiny dress into my skin. The muscles in his chest contracted, and without thinking, I leaned back into him, bowing my head so that he could have a better angle of my neck.
“Abby...can I try something?” My body stiffened, and I felt him smile against the back of my hair. “It’s strictly work related—I swear.”
When I was finally able to speak, it was hardly more than a whisper.
“...okay.”
With no more preamble than that, he finished the necklace and started trailing his hands lightly down the sides of my arms. My breath caught in my chest as he moved with excruciating slowness—his fingers leaving little trails of goosebumps on my bare skin. Once his hands reached mine, they paused there for a moment—wrapping around them in a gesture so sweet and tender, I found myself closing my eyes.
But just touching had never been enough for Nick. The man knew no boundaries, and his need to experience everything to the fullest extent had gotten him in trouble more than once.
His hands were soon replaced with his lips.
I bowed my head with another gasp as his mouth grazed along the top of my shoulder, pausing at the base of my neck to give me the softest kiss. My entire body was flushed now, alive and hot and wanting. But still, Nick took his time. Exploring me in a way that was sweet, rather than anxious. In a way that some might even call chaste.
A little smile crept up the side of my face just thinking about it.
Nick. Chaste.
Two words that had never before been used in the same sentence.
But even as I was thinking it, all those feelings of innocent affection flew right out the window as his hands circled around to the front of my dress.
My teeth clamped down on my lip, as my eyes shot wide open. In a way, I was grateful that he was standing behind me. That way, he couldn’t see whatever lusty expression had completely taken over my face.
But from the looks of things, Nick was feeling pretty damn lusty himself.
I felt his cheek against the side of my head, as he ran his fingers up the soft silk. They lingered on all the right parts, hovering for just a moment, just long enough to start my blood boiling over, before moving on. By the time they got to the bare skin above my navel, I was about ready to explode.
“Abby?” His hands lingered, but for the first time, he sounded a bit uncertain. “No line you don’t want me to cross.”
My eyes closed again, and I leaned back into his chest.
“There’s no line I don’t want you to cross.”
His teeth bit into my shoulder, at the same time that his hands slid into my dress.
And just like that, we left professionalism behind us. Just like that, we took a step into a world where neither one of us had ever ventured. Where neither one of us had the answers.
A world of the unknown.