Chapter 10: I Forgot How Hot You Are
VANESSA BELMONT
Fiona would always be his first choice. I’d learned the hard way that he would always prefer his white moonlight over me, a mere business-related relationship. I didn’t need his words. His actions said enough.
"We have that charity auction on Friday, right?" I asked, forcing my voice to stay light.
"Yes. It’s at the Echelon, but not in the same ballroom as our engagement dinner." He studied me, his expression as unreadable as ever. "Should I expect you and Oliver to create another disaster at my hotel?"
The Jangs owned the Echelon, which was something I hadn’t considered before encouraging Ollie to behave badly. Guilt prickled at me, but I shoved it aside. Nathan didn’t get to judge me—not when he was still wrapped around Fiona’s finger.
"I’m sorry if the fire alarm prank caused you trouble," I said, not entirely meaning it.
"Are you?"
I pinched my fingers together. "A little bitty bit."
"Maybe I should punish you," he murmured, his voice dropping low. Before I could react, he pulled me flush against him. My breath hitched as he dipped his head, his lips millimeters away. My traitorous heart hammered against my ribs.
I’m so screwed.
Just as his mouth was about to brush mine—