Natalie
5
My stomach was in knots. I stood outside of my hotel with Amy and Enzo. He kept sliding his hand to her ass, rippling the red sequined material. She’d swat at him and giggle. And I just stood there, wringing my hands and trying to decide if I’d made a mistake.
“Stop fidgeting,” Amy muttered. She knocked her hip into me, and I teetered on my strappy black heels. “He’ll be here.”
“Uncertain if that’s the problem or not.”
But I didn’t have more time to overanalyze that as a black limo slid up to the front of the hotel.
“Told you,” Amy said under her breath.
The back door opened, and every delectable inch of Lewis Warren stepped out of the backseat in a tailored three-piece suit. I swallowed hard and took a small step forward in response.
“f**k,” Amy said next to me.
Yeah. f
