Maddy's POV
By the time Nate's car stopped in front of the restaurant, my pulse was a steady drum in my ears.
The last rays of sunset gleamed off the glass facade, the golden letters spelling La Maison d'Or — the most exclusive restaurant in the city.
Of course he'd pick this place.
Subtlety had never been one of Nate Harrison's strong points.
I glanced down at the emerald silk dress he'd sent earlier — the one that clung to me like temptation and whispered danger with every movement. My reflection in the car window looked nothing like the Maddy Carter who used to cry over a cheating ex in a cheap apartment.
This Maddy was calm. Composed. Wearing a diamond bracelet worth more than her rent.
When Nate rounded the car to open my door, he was in a tailored black suit, t
