Samantha
Excitement over my dinner date with Liam supersedes every other thing. I’ve talked Nate’s ears off ever since Liam left this morning and right now I think he’s hiding from me. The security men pretended not to watch me as I walked from one room to another, searching for Nate.
Giving up, I stopped in front of the bald guy. “I know you’ve seen him; you know where he’s hiding.” I placed both hands on my hips, attempting to look intimidating. “Come on…spit it out.”
The confused man blinked at me. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, ma’am. Who are you searching for?”
Feigning anger, my hand flared in the air aimlessly. “Nate, of course. Who else could I possibly be searching for? Badok?”
“Take your hands off the young man’s dick.” Nate called out from the foot of the stairs.
