CHAPTER 2: NICK
Nick checked his watch. Sarah should be here in another five minutes or so, unless she was late. She’d better not be late. He poured them each a drink and started the radio on his phone. He picked a station that played slow, romantic songs and took his drink and sat on the couch. He hated waiting. Usually, people waited on him, but not Sarah. She’d never treated him like everyone else. He grinned as he sipped his scotch. That’s part of what he liked about her. She didn’t care that he was rich. Of course, she had no idea how rich he was.
The card clicked in the door and it opened. She looked amazing in an emerald green dress with her hair piled on her head in some kind of style that left tendrils escaping down her long neck. He wanted to follow those little w
