Chapter 8: A Business Conference with Fancy Desserts
Two days later...
VANESSA BELMONT
Aretha sang about R-E-S-P-E-C-T while I danced around the kitchen. It was mid-morning and the staff wasn’t yet prepping for lunch, so I had the place to myself.
Henry stretched out across the butcher-block island, his tummy full from the salmon I fed him. I was spoiling this cat forever to make up for the heartlessness of giving him away in my previous incarnation.
I wore a pink silk camisole and shorts along with the matching short robe, which I’d left unbelted. My feet were always cold so I was wearing my favorite purple-monster fuzzy socks. The socks helped me skate across the floor as I belted out the song.
I whirled around to return the butter to the refrigerator and nearly died.
Nathan stood by the sink, staring at me, arms crossed, a half-smile on his handsome face. He put a finger to his ear, which I took as: the loud music is melting my brain. I instructed the virtual assistant to turn off the song.
"What are you doing here?" I asked him.
"Do I need a reason to visit my fiancée?"
I shrugged. "I guess not."
"Why haven’t you answered my calls and texts?"