Part 3 (1/2)
”What? Why?”
”Because they got knocked out.”
”Oh my G.o.d! Were you in an accident?” What the h.e.l.l happened to him?
Nate laughs, and I'm completely confused.
”No, I used to fight.”
”Fight with whom?”
”With other guys who signed up for it.”
”I'm lost.” I'm frowning at him. What the h.e.l.l is he talking about?
”I used to be a UFC fighter, Julianne.” He's still smiling, delighted with himself.
”You do MMA?” I ask. I shouldn't be surprised, that's exactly the kind of body he has.
”You know Mixed Martial Arts?” He asks, his eyebrows raised almost to his hairline.
”Nate, I have four older brothers and a father. Not only did they all teach me how to protect myself, they made me sit and watch that c.r.a.p or play it on the xBox all the d.a.m.n time. It's much to their dismay that I wear makeup and love pink.”
”So, you're a bada.s.s, Miss Montgomery?”
”I am, Mr. McKenna.”
”Wanna prove it?” He's smiling again, delighted with me, and I'm smiling back at him. Who knew sitting and talking with Nate could be so easy?
And who knew we'd have so much in common?
”Right now?”
”No, tomorrow. Come to the gym with me.”
”I don't know,” I shake my head. ”I might really hurt that pretty face of yours.”
”You think my face is pretty?” He kisses my knuckles, one by one, then leans over and kisses my cheek.
”You know your face is pretty.”
”I know your face is pretty.”
”It's just a face,” I respond and shrug. I have always received a lot of attention because of my face, and my body. It's just genetics.
Nate narrows his eyes at me, his mouth forming a hard line. ”Julianne, your beautiful face is only out matched by what's inside you.”
What the f.u.c.k? No one, no man anyway, has ever said anything about what's inside me. Unless he was referring to his d.i.c.k.
I gasp and feel my eyes go wide. This is why I'm drawn to him. He completely throws me off kilter.
”Well, aren't you the charmer?” I ask, trying desperately to lighten the mood.
Nate smiles again. ”So, are you coming with me or not?”
”If you think you can take me, sure, I'll come with you.”
”Did you bring workout clothes?”
”Yes.”
”Good.”
”So...” I look around his beautiful apartment. ”Did you decorate this yourself?”
Nate laughs and I feel the pull in my belly. I love his laugh. ”No.”
”It suits you.”
”You think?” he raises an eyebrow and looks around at his beautiful home.
”Yeah, it's masculine, but inviting, and comfortable. And the kitchen is s.e.xy as h.e.l.l.”
”s.e.xy, suits me, does it?” He asks and kisses my knuckles again, sending s.h.i.+vers down my back.
I shrug and raise an eyebrow. ”You have your moments.”
”Well, speaking of my s.e.xy kitchen,” Nate rises gracefully from the couch and pulls me with him. ”How would you like some dessert?”
”Dessert?” I echo, lamely. Watching him walk is making me crazy. He's so graceful; he clearly takes care of that body. I can't wait to see what he can do at the gym tomorrow.
”I have chocolate cheesecake.” He smiles back at me and I gasp.
”That's my favorite.”
”I know.”
”How do you know?”
”Because at every business dinner you always order it for dessert.” He motions for me to sit on a stool at the breakfast bar and pulls the cheesecake out of the fridge.
He pays attention to what I order at dinner?
”So I was a bit of a foregone conclusion tonight then?” I c.o.c.k my head to the side and smile sa.s.sily at him and can't help but enjoy watching him squirm.
”No, nothing you do is expected, Julianne, but I was hopeful, and prepared, just in case.” He cuts the cake and pulls two white dessert plates out of a beautiful dark mahogany cabinet. He joins me and we dig in.