work.”
“You’re one to talk! Who didn’t get enough sleep last night?”
“Touché! But at least I don’t become a complete grump when I have to wait.” He had seen Sara go from being the sweetest person one would ever meet, to a raging lioness when someone or something messed with her schedule or made her wait. Not a good idea!
“Did you at least manage to get any work done while you were waiting in the airport?”
“Normally I’d say ‘Yes’ but I ran into the most refreshing young woman in the concourse and we spent the three hours talking. It was one of the best flight delays I ever had.” Nigel said and the thought of Clara brought unfamiliar warmth into his body. His fingers itched to touch her.
“A young woman? That sounds promising.” Sara wanted Nigel to find someone to be happy with.
He mentally groaned. Sara was happily married and had been after him to find a nice girl and settle down now for a couple of years. “Well, I don’t know her that well, but I’m hoping to change that. And you know what’s the best thing about her?”
“No. What is the best thing about this young woman?”
“She’s not a model. She’s not even working in our industry.” Clara is just an ordinary, very real, down to earth woman. And she’s going out with me tonight!
Chapter 8
Clara was so excited for her dinner date she was ready a full fifteen minutes before time. Nigel had insisted on coming up to the apartment to collect her, and she paced in the small living room while she waited.
At 7 o’clock on the dot, a knock came on the door and she rushed to open it. Two steps away from the door, she stopped and took a few deep breaths. Once she’d collected herself, she opened the door and smiled into Nigel’s green eyes.
“You look fabulous,” he told her.
She’d chosen to wear one of her own designs again, a deep purple sheath dress that offset her eyes and accentuated the finer points of her figure. She had splurged during a huge sale at the department store where she worked and purchased a pair of four-inch heels that matched the color of the dress as if they’d been made specifically for it.
“Thank you.” She felt the blood rushing to her cheeks. When he made a motion with his finger, she twirled around, trying not to fall off her shoes in the process. Even though falling into his arms didn’t seem like such a bad thing.
“That dress is amazing.” He inspected her up and down, and then held out his elbow, “Ready to eat?”
She nodded her head and allowed him to escort her to the elevator and down to the waiting towncar. “Does no one in New York drive themselves?” she asked as he assisted her into the back seat.
“Some people do. I drive myself occasionally, but where we are headed, parking is almost impossible to find. This way, we can get out right in front of the restaurant, and when we’re ready to go, the car will return for us.”
“So where are we headed?” she asked, curious what kind of restaurant he was taking her to.
“Down to the harbor. There’s a wonderful little Italian place with a rooftop terrace where we can watch the boats, sea gulls, and the tourists as the wander along the pier.”
“That sounds fun.” Fun wasn’t exactly the word to describe the romantic little restaurant he took me to. It was obvious from the warm reception he received when we arrived, that Nigel was a regular here.
They were seated on the rooftop terrace, and Clara was mildly surprised to see that they were the only ones up there. After taking their orders, the waiter left them alone, and she blushed when she felt Nigel’s gaze focused on her.
She stared into his eyes and found it impossible to look away. God, he’s so gorgeous! No wonder I saw him everywhere today!
Nigel kept his eyes trained on Clara’s, feeling the chemistry between them to build. Whatever had started between them the day before was still alive and well.
Clara was totally absorbed with Nigel; she