CLARISSA WAS all but tip-toeing in her own apartment. Sidney made her nervous especially last night when Nicholas managed to cash out a small island's worth of money for a date with her. It should have made her feel slightly special, something to rub in everyone's face and gloat about but it didn't. Instead, she felt like a high class escort. She wondered what everyone thought about Nicholas Renoir's donation for her. Madelaine was going to eat her alive.
"Why are we creeping?" A velvety voice rasped from behind bringing Clarissa's spinning mind to a screeching halt.
She turned to him and shrugged her shoulders. "Well, you met my sister last night. I don't think she'll appreciate me bringing you over after one date."
Nicholas grinned boyishly and it had Clarissa's mouth gaping open. "We
