George's POV
I knew I was irritated the second the words left her mouth. “Thank you, that actually helps a lot.” She was looking at Nathaniel when she said it, her shoulders relaxing in a way I hadn’t seen all evening, as a weight had just been lifted off her.
I frowned, not liking the idea of having another man be her model. I was more than willing to model for her; I was confident I had the physique for it. Damn, Nathaniel, I should have offered sooner than he spoke.
“It’s nothing,” Nathaniel replied easily, that confident grin still in place like he hadn’t just stepped into something that didn’t involve him two seconds ago. “I’ll make you look good, don’t worry.”
“That’s not how that works,” she muttered, but there was a hint of amusement in her tone now.
“Trust me, it does,” he
