NARA POV
The Gold Foundation Gala was in full swing, glittering with chandeliers that sparkled like a thousand diamonds and people so overdressed I half expected them to break into a fashion runway show instead of sipping champagne. Everyone looked too polished, too perfect. And then there was me—standing next to Nick, who had one hand wrapped around my waist like he was guarding a prize possession.
And maybe he was.
He leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “You know, baby,” he whispered, his voice dripping with that cocky drawl that always made me want to slap him and kiss him at the same time, “you’ve gotten… sexier.”
I rolled my eyes. “Really? That’s the best line you could come up with at a gala full of people who probably use ‘sexy’ in their tax returns?”
“I’m serio
