CHAPTER FOUR
Nash
Beth looked undeniably stunning, just like the devil wearing a halo. Her dress caressed every curve but hung low in the back to expose just enough to leave something to the imagination. And with my imagination working overtime, I had the need to readjust myself as my cock reacted to the sight of her. I watch her as she sashays away, it is quite obvious that she was more than pissed off with me right now.
The desire in her eyes was unmistakable, however, it was evident she was waiting for me to lean in to kiss her; if I hadn’t been expecting her to lash out at me I would’ve given her what we both wanted.
“Mr. Gibson, there you are. I was wondering if you had arrived.” Inwardly, I groan before turning to paste a rehearsed smile on my face and greet the hostess.
“Good evening, Julia. Lovely to see you.” I take her offered hand and shake it. “Please call me Nash.”
“Nash, of course.”
“Thank you for the invitation this evening.”
“My pleasure, I felt it would be a good opportunity for you to meet some of the people you will be working for in a less structured setting.”
I offer her my arm which she accepts and we reenter the function.
The first person we see is Beth, and she is heading directly for Julia until she sees me and then almost as if by slow motion she hesitates and alters course, but all a little too late.
“Beth, darling, I want to introduce you to Nash Gibson. Nash is contracting with the firm to promote our interests in the expansion.”
Beth now has a glass of champagne in one hand and her other is holding her elbow, she makes no attempt to greet me, instead, she glares.
“Nash, this is my personal assistant Bethany Spencer.”
I open my mouth to greet her when she beats me to it, with an icy tone of her own. “We’ve met.” At Beth’s dry remark Julia looks from Beth to me and back. Assessing the situation between us.
“Yes, I clumsily spilled coffee all over her shoes this morning.” I explain, trying to make light of the situation I suddenly find us in, a feeble attempt to ease the awkwardness cocooning us.
“Oh, dear, near-fatal mistake there, Nash. A woman’s shoes.” Julia tsks at me, while irritation is written all over Beth’s face.
“Please, excuse me.” Beth turns and walks away, leaving me alone with Julia again.
“Come, allow me to introduce you to some of the other partners and associates. I believe you have already been dealing with Harvey?”
For the next hour, I make small talk with the partners and some of the other associates. The whole time I’m watching for Beth, occasionally catching a glimpse of her chatting and laughing with other guests. She is still as beautiful today as she was when I first saw her, possibly more so, she has an air of sophistication and a natural glow about her that has me transfixed each time I lay eyes on her.
“You have to stop watching me, Nash. You’re making me feel uncomfortable.”
“I’m sorry, Beth, it wasn’t my intention to make you feel anything.” I lie. I wanted her to feel me, in her, on her, under her skin.
She turns to leave but I take her hand with my own, which feels tiny and fragile in mine. “Beth. wait, I need to ask you something. Can you just give me a second?”
Her shoulders visibly slump before she turns to face me. “What is it?”
I hesitate to ask her what I actually wanted to, instead, I change tact. “Did you have a lovely night?”
“Yes, for the most part, thank you.”
“I’m glad to hear it.” The forced etiquette between us pains me.
“Goodbye, Nash. And thank you for the shoes.”
I wanted to ask her to come back to my room with me, I wanted to relive that night from three years ago but with a different ending. A happy ending; a toe curling, fist clenching, God calling, earth-shattering happy ending.
When I enter the dimly lit hotel suite I get a sense of isolation and loneliness, I discard my jacket over the back of the lounge chair, unbutton my cuffs and loosen the tie before heading to the bathroom for a shower.
Feeling the hot water cascade down my body does nothing to alleviate the bad mood I’d developed since watching Beth leave in the taxi. My thoughts drift back to meeting Beth that first night at the club, there had been something appealing about her, the snooty brat act was incredibly sexy. Some things about Beth hadn’t changed and she could still turn me on with just a pout. She still had a hold over my body’s reaction to her, as if I was her puppet and she was the master. My cock hardens at the thought of that pouty mouth and what it would feel like to fuck it.