Chapter 17. Target: Lady Emily Maine (2)

“Hey, I get it. You’re that guy. Men wish they had your rocking body, good looks, sexy eyes and the women! Oh, the women! They just can’t stop themselves from tripping over their feet to drop their panties for you.” Nathan chuckled.

“But let me guess, you’re different. You’re a good girl. Want a guy to buy you dinner a couple of million times and put a ring on it before you put out.”

She closed in on him, dipped her fingers into his untouched bourbon and pulled out an ice cube.

“Nope,” she said, dragging the ice across her lips, before letting it slip down her cleavage, leaving a glistening, wet trail in its wake.

“My mind’s as dirty as the woman’s that you’re taking home tonight and I find you incredibly sexy. Thing is, I just don’t like you.”

She came close again and tucked her card into his inner jacket pocket.

“Call if you want to talk business. Lose it if you don’t,” she said, laying her hand over the card and giving him a pat before retreati