“I’d let her check you out before you try to touch---“
But it was too late. Nathan duck-walked with to Bernadette and the little dog closed the distance between them with a wagging hind end. She turned in circles against his leg like a cat as he patted her.
I guess no one’s immune to him.
“Aw, Bernadette, you’re sweet.” Nathan looked up at Morgan. “How old is she?”
Morgan felt a jolt rush through her. Men like Nathan weren’t supposed to be walking around in the wild like regular mortals, they belonged on catwalks or judging people from beachside cafés in Capri with fellow supermodels. It was hard to have a conversation with him because her brain couldn’t process anything other than the fact that physically, he was as close to perfect as a human could be.
He acts like he doesn’t know it, but he has to know it.
“Eleven,” she managed to squeak out.
“You don’t look a day over ten. Right, cutie?” He rubbed Bernadette’s ear and she closed her eyes in ecstasy.”