Page 388 of Billionaire Temptations

“Are you sure he remembered you?”

“Yes, he remembered me! It was obvious by the look on his face.”

“So what did he say?”

“That it was nice to meet me, and he was impressed.”

“Impressed by what? Was he talking about that night?”

“NO! He was impressed about the gallery.”

“Oh. Did you let on that you remembered him?”

“No, but I’m sure the expression on my face did.”

She shrugged. “Relax. If he seeks you out again, pretend you don’t know him, and that night in London never happened. After tonight, you’ll probably never see him again.”

“Really? How can you stand there and say that? You’re the one who said that he probably wouldn’t remember me in the first place.”

“Okay. So, I was wrong. Now it’s your turn. Pretend you don’t remember a thing. Act like he’s a stranger.”

“He is a stranger!” I squealed.

“Not anymore. Now you know his name.”

Rolling my eyes, I went back out to the crowded area and mingled with the patrons. Finally, the last guest left, and I was exhausted. The opening was a huge success, and I couldn’t have been more pleased.

“You look exhausted,” Ellery said as she approached me.

“I am. It was an amazing night.”

“It sure was.” Connor smiled. “You did an outstanding job. You should be very proud of yourself.”

“Thank you. But I couldn’t have done it without the help of the staff.”

“Go home and get some rest. We’ll see you on Monday for the public opening.”

I hugged them both, grabbed my purse from my office, and stepped outside.

“Excuse me, Miss Kane,” I heard a man’s voice speak.

“Yes.”

“I have been instructed to give you a ride home.” He stood in front of the opened door of a black limousine.

“Thank you, but I don’t accept rides from strangers.” I turned around and began walking down the street.

“I would hardly call myself a stranger.”

I stopped dead in my tracks and slowly turned my head, only to see Sebastian sticking his head out of the limo.

“I’m sorry, Mr.—” I cocked my head.

“Sebastian. Have you forgotten my name already?”

This was my chance. My chance to play it up as if I didn’t remember him or that night.

“I’m sorry, but I’ve met so many people tonight.”

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