Never Been to Me by GiGi Gunn

Author:GiGi Gunn
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Urban Books
Published: 2011-04-11T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 13

The next two nights, Nick had been there when she returned from work but she was too exhausted to enjoy his company. The Saturday-night launch at the world-renowned Louvre had arrived and, having to go early, she’d arranged to meet him at the museum. She pulled her hair into a sleek chignon at the base of her neck, slid the silky, Valentino gown she’d splurged on from Evangeline’s over her curves and donned exquisite chandelier earrings of cut glass that dangled provocatively from her ears to collarbone. She slipped her legs, as bare as her brown shoulders, in stiletto heels before she checked her makeup for the last time. She gathered her purse and opera cape, entered the limo, which deposited her at the reception hall.

As intended, she appeared early enough to successfully calm the Etienne family and present a visually stunning aura of confidence and character. As she greeted society notables introduced by the Etiennes, seemingly everyone paused, the air stilled and the room hushed. Persi looked in the direction that drew all the attention. Her eyes converged with all others and rested on the most gorgeous black man she’d ever seen in her life. Tall, ruggedly handsome, regal, assured and, with his mere presence, he took the breath of every woman in attendance.

“Damn! Who is that?” her assistant asked.

“My date,” Persi said proudly. Unable to move, she witnessed his eyes casually comb the assemblage as they returned the favor and, upon spotting her, she watched him walk toward her, a warm smile of recognition on his face. Black Man Walking, she thought. Is there anything more beautiful? More fundamentally cool? More sexy than a black man coming toward you with—whatever on his mind?

“Hi.”

“Hi,” she returned the greeting, their eyes locked into each others’.

He wrestled his gaze away, long enough to take in her form in that gown. “You look terrific.” He spun her around once and the strapless, magenta-aubergine gown flared out dramatically before resting by her matching five-inch stilettos.

“You clean up pretty good yourself,” she countered. They smiled and kissed hello before the curious crowd came closer.

“You’ve grown taller,” he teased.

“I’m your height now.”

“A perfect fit.”

Both the perfume line and Nick Betancourt sensationalized the event. He paid just the right amount of attention to her without being cloying or underfoot. They sipped champagne retrieved from the trays of traveling, liveried waiters and danced to the music of the chamber orchestra discreetly nestled in the alcove.

“This is a ritzy, classy little affair,” Nick whispered into her ear as they swayed.

“It’s not Bricktop’s, but regardless—you are still the hit.”

A smile dimpled his cheeks.

How can a man this fine still blush when being paid a compliment , Persi wondered. Perhaps that was his sensual appeal. She knew every woman in here—old or young—wanted him, and Persi wanted them to think she had him.

As the launch drew to a close, Persi’s face washed with relief.

“Excellent. You made it a smashing success,” Nick told her.

“I’m glad it’s over,” Persi admitted, taking his hand.

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