that way. He’d always been kind, except for the harsh words the night before. But in this fantasy he’d explained that away.
For their date, he’d taken her to a private gallery showing of works by Gustav Klimt. And by private, she meant she and Nick were the only ones there. The owner had left Nick the keys to lock up after they were done. That he’d done this for her was a sign that perhaps he told the truth. She couldn’t imagine some guy who was just playing head games having paintings from all over the world flown to a gallery so that she could view the works of one of her favorite artists.
Shock and awe were the only words that could explain what she felt when she figured out what was going on. The Kiss , which Klimt painted in 1908, was two feet away. She could see every brushstroke.
“I can’t believe you did this,” she said for the thirtieth time that night. “It’s—there aren’t words.”
And the strangest part? Nick watched her as if she were a priceless piece of art. She saw it in his eyes, but none of this made sense.
A man like him could not possibly be interested in someone like her. She was so boring compared to the kind of people he usually hung out with, but then, they’d always managed to have a good time together. He’d been so stiff and serious when she first met him, but around her he’d loosened up.
Could she believe that he genuinely wanted to date her?
Not in a million years. The man was rich beyond belief and he was quite possibly the sexiest man alive. Screw Famous Faces magazine. They’d said he was the second sexiest man alive.
And he was thoughtful. “This is one of the most amazing nights in my life,” she said softly. “I can’t believe you arranged this. It’s the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me.”
He held her hand, and she squeezed his. He hadn’t let go of her since they’d left the condo.
More than anything, she wished she wasn’t so cotton-brained. Lack of sleep and too much alcohol the night before made all of this surreal. Hence, her decision that she was really in coma.
They’d spent nearly two hours in the gallery, when her stomach growled rather inappropriately.
“Are you ready for dinner?” he asked.
She sighed. “I don’t want to leave. It’s so magical to be surrounded by his work. I want to sleep here.”
“That can be arranged, if you want.”
She shook her head. “I have no doubt you can make that happen, but I think you’ve done enough. I’m never going to forget this, Nick. Ever.” She stood on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek, but he turned and she made contact with his lips.
“Oh,” her lips said against his. The kiss was meant to be sweet and fast. But a wire snapped and a stream of heat soared through her body at the contact. He hesitated for just a moment, and she was about to step back. But he wrapped an arm around her and pulled her tight against him. His tongue plundered her lips and mouth. He tasted like mint and cinnamon. She couldn’t get enough of him.
Then suddenly she was kissing air, and when she opened her eyes, he was standing by the door facing out toward the street.
How had he moved so fast?
“We should probably get going,” he said continuing to face away from her.
What the hell? Sure, she was still feeling the effects of last night, but she couldn’t have imagined that, could she have?
“Okay.” Taking one last glance around the room, she bid goodbye to Gustav and walked through the door Nick opened for her. After helping her into the back of the limo, they sat in silence for a few minutes.
Finally, she let loose the question that had been bouncing around in her mind since she tongued air. “So, did I kiss you and you kiss me back? Or did I just have another hallucination?”
Nick grinned. “Another hallucination?”
“This whole night has been surreal, and I’m not sure what is my imagination and what’s reality anymore.”
He grabbed her hand again. “Trust me, that was
For their date, he’d taken her to a private gallery showing of works by Gustav Klimt. And by private, she meant she and Nick were the only ones there. The owner had left Nick the keys to lock up after they were done. That he’d done this for her was a sign that perhaps he told the truth. She couldn’t imagine some guy who was just playing head games having paintings from all over the world flown to a gallery so that she could view the works of one of her favorite artists.
Shock and awe were the only words that could explain what she felt when she figured out what was going on. The Kiss , which Klimt painted in 1908, was two feet away. She could see every brushstroke.
“I can’t believe you did this,” she said for the thirtieth time that night. “It’s—there aren’t words.”
And the strangest part? Nick watched her as if she were a priceless piece of art. She saw it in his eyes, but none of this made sense.
A man like him could not possibly be interested in someone like her. She was so boring compared to the kind of people he usually hung out with, but then, they’d always managed to have a good time together. He’d been so stiff and serious when she first met him, but around her he’d loosened up.
Could she believe that he genuinely wanted to date her?
Not in a million years. The man was rich beyond belief and he was quite possibly the sexiest man alive. Screw Famous Faces magazine. They’d said he was the second sexiest man alive.
And he was thoughtful. “This is one of the most amazing nights in my life,” she said softly. “I can’t believe you arranged this. It’s the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me.”
He held her hand, and she squeezed his. He hadn’t let go of her since they’d left the condo.
More than anything, she wished she wasn’t so cotton-brained. Lack of sleep and too much alcohol the night before made all of this surreal. Hence, her decision that she was really in coma.
They’d spent nearly two hours in the gallery, when her stomach growled rather inappropriately.
“Are you ready for dinner?” he asked.
She sighed. “I don’t want to leave. It’s so magical to be surrounded by his work. I want to sleep here.”
“That can be arranged, if you want.”
She shook her head. “I have no doubt you can make that happen, but I think you’ve done enough. I’m never going to forget this, Nick. Ever.” She stood on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek, but he turned and she made contact with his lips.
“Oh,” her lips said against his. The kiss was meant to be sweet and fast. But a wire snapped and a stream of heat soared through her body at the contact. He hesitated for just a moment, and she was about to step back. But he wrapped an arm around her and pulled her tight against him. His tongue plundered her lips and mouth. He tasted like mint and cinnamon. She couldn’t get enough of him.
Then suddenly she was kissing air, and when she opened her eyes, he was standing by the door facing out toward the street.
How had he moved so fast?
“We should probably get going,” he said continuing to face away from her.
What the hell? Sure, she was still feeling the effects of last night, but she couldn’t have imagined that, could she have?
“Okay.” Taking one last glance around the room, she bid goodbye to Gustav and walked through the door Nick opened for her. After helping her into the back of the limo, they sat in silence for a few minutes.
Finally, she let loose the question that had been bouncing around in her mind since she tongued air. “So, did I kiss you and you kiss me back? Or did I just have another hallucination?”
Nick grinned. “Another hallucination?”
“This whole night has been surreal, and I’m not sure what is my imagination and what’s reality anymore.”
He grabbed her hand again. “Trust me, that was
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