Page 83 of Sweet Surrender
By his side.
Fox followed me through the crowd. I didn’t know if he sat with meduring Nash’s speech because that’s where he’d been allocated to sit, or whether he’d been instructed to look after me. Either way, I was grateful he was there to offer his comfort when my emotions began to overwhelm me.
I’d been hit by a tsunami of gratitude, admiration, and love, and I wasdrowning. While Fox holding my hand helped to calm the waves a little, there was only one person who could save me from going under completely.
Nash was stepping down the last step as I reached him, and thesecond our eyes met, I didn’t know if I wanted to jump into his arms and smother him in kisses, or drop to my knees and tell him I was surrendering. Tell him I belonged to him, and I was willing to do whatever he commanded of me.
I did neither, instead freezing on the spot as Nash prowled towardme, his silvery-gray eyes burning fiercely.
“Great speech, Junior,” Fox said from beside me when Nash reachedus. Still Nash didn’t tear his eyes away from me. I swallowed nervously. Under his intense gaze, I felt like a little mouse about to be devoured by a bird of prey.
Fox looked between Nash and me, and from the corner of my eye, I sawhim roll his eyes before shaking his head. “Guess I’ll leave you lovebirds to it, I’m off to make my bid. I’ve got my eye on that suite at the Allegiant Stadium.”
He rubbed his hands together and disappeared, leaving Nash and Istill staring at each other.
“What didyouthink of my speech, sweetheart?” Nash said, taking astep forward and closing the distance between us.
I tipped my head back to look up at him. “It was…perfect,” I replied,my voice thick with emotion. Perfect didn’t sum up how I felt about his speech. Or him, for that matter.
His lips pulled up into a smile on one side. “I meant what I said. Aftertonight, I’m going to carry on supporting the charity.”
“Why?” I asked in barely a whisper. Nash reached up to stroke mycheek.
“Because it means something to you, sweetheart, and you meaneverything to me.”
My breath hitched, and the feeling of warmth I’d felt before floodedme again, only this time, it seeped into every pore. Before I could compose myself, Nash lowered his mouth, brushing his lips over mine. It wasn’t enough though, I wanted more from him.
I wanted everything.
Slowly, I reached up and rested my hands on his chest, opening mymouth to allow him access. But to my disappointment, he pulled away, just enough so that I was the only one who heard his next words.
“There’s someone I want you to meet. And then I’m going to take youhome and fuck you until the sun comes up,” he said, his voice full of promise.
Excitement raced through me. Screw meeting whoever he wanted meto meet, I wanted nothing more than to go home right this second and spend the night at Nash’s mercy.
He chuckled, knowing where my thoughts had gone without meneeding to say anything. “Come on, sweetheart, believe me when I say you’ll want to meet this person.”
Grabbing my hand, Nash led me through the bustling crowd whowere either engrossed in conversations or busy making their bids on prizes. Several people stopped Nash to congratulate him on his speech, vowing they would continue to support him and the charity after the event.
Nash appeared to be making a beeline towards a woman who hadher back to us. A hint of hesitation ran through me the closer we got.
She was a tall woman with a slender figure. Long black hair traileddown to her waist, but as she moved her head, her hair parted, revealing her backless gold gown. Her long, toned legs were bare, and on her feet, she wore a pair of high-heeled, gold sandals that looked impossible to walk in.
“Pardon for the interruption,” Nash said, coming to a stop next to thewoman, who was in mid-conversation with an older man. “But I promised to introduce you to my wife.”
The woman turned, and as she did, recognition dawned. My entirebody went rigid, paralyzed in disbelief.
“Dominique, may I introduce you to my wife, Savannah Carson,”Nash said, waving a hand toward me. “Savannah, may I introduce you to Dominique Chèron.”
Dominique’s hazel eyes met mine, and her deep red lips pulled into awarm smile. “It is a pleasure to meet you at last, Mrs. Carson,” she said, her French accent thick.
She raised a hand for me to shake, but I couldn’t move. I’d fallen intoa state of stupor, totally and utterly bewildered by the woman standing in front of me.
Dominique Chèron was my idol. She was a fashion designer knownaround the world for her elegant and intricate designs. A talent to rival the most famous brands. Growing up, I’d followed her career, hoping that one day my designs would be as incredible as hers.
Nash squeezed my hand, getting my attention, and pulling me out ofmy trance. When I looked at him, he was wearing an amused smile.
“Apologies, Dominique. My wife is a huge fan of yours, I think she is alittle starstruck.”
