Page 48 of Rules Of Engagement: St. Louis
I smiled. Nathan’s charm was cute, but it only convinced women that didn’t know he was putting on a show. “Unfortunately, I’m not available on the twenty-eighth. That day is blocked for personal time.”
“I know, and I’m sorry to even ask. But this is the Children’s Hospital benefit gala, it’s a black tie, very exclusive, and appearances matter. I need someone who can handle herself with the mayor’s wife and charm the pants off potential donors.”
“Literally or figuratively?”
His laugh was rich and warm. “Figuratively, of course. With you, however, either option would be memorable.”
I leaned back in my chair, twirling my pen between my fingers. “Nathan, you know I value our professional relationship. But my personal time is sacred.”
“I understand completely. And I wouldn’t ask if this weren’t crucial. This gala could open doors for my foundation that have been locked tight for years. Having you there would signal to everyone that I’m serious about this cause.”
“Because I’m such an excellent judge of character?”
“Because you’re sophisticated, intelligent, and stunning. The holy trinity of arm candy for men like me who need to impress other men like me.”
His honesty was refreshing, even if it was wrapped in his usual cockiness. Nathan never pretended our arrangement wasabout anything other than what it was—a business transaction that benefited both of us.
“The twenty-eighth is three weeks away,” I said, flipping through my calendar. “That’s very short notice for such an important event.”
“I know. My original plans fell through, and this was the only date that worked with everyone’s schedules. The governor’s going to be there, Naomi. The governor.”
“I’m impressed by your connections, but my answer remains the same.”
There was a pause, and I could practically hear the wheels turning in his head. Nathan was a negotiator by nature, so I braced myself for what he would come up with next.
“Don’t make me beg,” he said, his voice dripping with a velvet edge.
A smirk tugged at my lips. “Oh, Nathan. Don’t beg.”
“Then what will it take? Name your price.”
“Triple my usual rate.”
If Nathan wanted to disrupt my personal time for his benefit, he could pay handsomely for the privilege.
“Triple?” He sounded surprised but not offended. “That’s quite an increase.”
“That’s quite a request. Saturday nights are premium time, and you’re asking me to give up a day I’ve specifically set aside for myself.”
“And you’re worth every penny. You know I don’t mind paying for quality.”
“Is that what you call me? Quality?”
“I call you many things, most of which wouldn’t be appropriate for a business call.”
I rolled my eyes, but I was still smiling. “Your restraint is noted and appreciated.”
“So we have a deal? Triple rate for the most beautiful woman at the most important gala of the year?”
I pretended to consider it, yet we both knew I’d already made up my mind. Triple rate would more than compensate for giving up my Saturday, and Nathan’s events were always well-organized and drama-free.
“We have a deal. I’ll transfer you back to Tamara to handle the details.”
“Excellent. You won’t regret this, Naomi. I’ll make sure you have a wonderful time.”
“I always do with you, Nathan. You’re very good at what you do.”
“As are you, sweetheart. As are you.”
