Dating the Enemy

“Well, from the little I know of you, I’d say you’re doing a pretty good job so far.”

She turned away from the railing and looked up at him, her eyes searching his.

“What about you?”

“What about me?”

“Are you really living?”

“I’d like to think so.”

She waved her hands toward the crowded ballroom. “Does this make you happy?”

“I thought I’d made my position on charity balls pretty clear? They’re a giant bore. This side of New York life is not my thing.”

“Then let’s get out of here,” she said, grabbing his arm and tugging. “I’ll show you how much more fun my New York is.”

Nick blinked. That was a switch. “Together? But I thought you couldn’t stand me?”

“I can’t stand Nicholas Thornton, advertising bigwig. But Nick the guy is growing on me. How about we forget about our real lives and pretend to be two regular people out on a Saturday night for a few hours?”

The suspicious part of him wondered if she was playing some sort of game—trying to get a competitive advantage. But he decided to play it cool. “That’s definitely a change in attitude. Are you always this impulsive?”

She shrugged her shoulders. “Usually. It makes life way more exciting when you go with your gut. So what do you say?”

Nick was silent for a minute. Rationally, he knew he should say no and head back inside to network and flatter. But he really wanted to get to know this fascinating woman better. Besides, if they spent more time together he might discover something that would help him get the Goddess account back.

“All right. Let’s go. Where are we going?”

“I don’t know …” She shrugged. “Somewhere.”

“Somewhere it is,” he said, and gave her his hand. “Lead the way!”

Jessie hummed as she weaved down the familiar set of backstreets and alleyways, still holding Nick’s hand. The evening had become pretty surreal. One minute she’d been trying to think of a graceful way to make an exit. The next she’d heard herself inviting him to come with her.

It was the conversation about her mom that had done it. Whenever she let herself remember how abruptly her mom had died she found herself doing something reckless. Something that made her feel alive. Something she usually regretted later.

“Are we there yet?” Nick asked, breaking into her reverie.

Jessie blinked and looked around her. Then she nodded and pointed at the faded sign ahead. “Yep. Welcome to the first stop on your tour of Jessie’s New York.”

“Tina’s Thrift Shop?”

“Yep. We have to change before we head to our next venue.”

Nick stopped cold. “You’re kidding?”

“Nope. What are you? Chicken?”

Nick’s expression heated as he played with a tendril of her hair. “Of course not. But you didn’t have to drag me all the way down here to get me out of my clothes. You could’ve just asked. I would have happily obliged.”

Jessie ignored the tingles his words set off in her thighs. “Well, I do plan on getting you hot and sweaty tonight. But I have no interest in what you’re hiding beneath that monkey suit.”