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“It’s what you might call an interesting arrangement.”
    Nate shook his head. “Sounds like she’s got you on your knees.”
    Nick shrugged, his expression cooling as he noticed the journalist. “Another one bites the dust.”
    “That’s for sure.” Nate tipped his hat at Elena and walked toward the guests clustered around Gabriel and Gemma.
    Nick’s gaze was glacially cold as he watched the reporter jog toward a car and drive away at speed.
    Elena’s stomach sank. After working years for the Atraeus family, she had an instinct about the press. The only reason the reporter was leaving was because he had a story.
    Nick’s palm landed in the small of her back. He moved her out of the way of the crowd as Gemma and Gabriel strolled toward their waiting limousine. But the effect that one small touch had on Elena was far from casual, zapping her straight back to the unsettling heat of the kiss.
    Nick’s brows jerked together as she instantly moved away from his touch. A split second later a vibrating sound distracted him.
    Sliding his phone out of his pocket, he stepped a couple of paces away to answer the call.
    While he conducted a discussion about closing some deal on a resort purchase, Elena struggled to compose herself as she watched the bridal car leave.
    A second limousine slid into place. The one that would transport her, Nick and Kyle to the Dolphin Bay Resort for the wedding photographs.
    Her stomach churned at the thought. There was no quick exit today. She would have to share the intimate space of the limousine with Nick then, sit with him at the reception.
    Too late to wish she hadn’t allowed that kiss or the conversation that had followed. Before today she would have said she didn’t have a flirtatious bone in her body. But sometime between the altar and the church gate she had learned to flirt.
    Because she was still fatally attracted to Nick.
    Elena drew a breath and let it out slowly.
    She should never have allowed Nick to kiss her.
    Her only excuse was that she had been so distracted by Gemma finally getting her happy-ever-after ending that she had dropped her guard.
    But Nick had just reminded her of exactly why she couldn’t afford him in her life.
    Nick Messena, like Nate Cavendish, was not husband material for one simple reason: no woman could ever compete with the excitement and challenge of his business.
    Nick terminated his conversation and turned back to her, his gaze settling on her, narrowed and intent. “Looks like our ride is here.”
    Elena’s heart thumped once, hard, as Nick’s words spun her back to their conversation on the sidewalk in Auckland. The breath locked in her throat as she finally allowed the knowledge that Nick was genuinely attracted to her to sink in. More, that he had been attracted to her six years ago, before she had changed her appearance.
    The knowledge that he had wanted her even when she had been a little overweight and frumpy was difficult to process. She was absolutely not like the normal run of his girlfriends. It meant that he liked her for herself.
    The sudden blinding thought that, if she wanted, she could end the empty years of fruitless and boring dating and make love with Nick sent heat flooding through her.
    Nick was making no bones about the fact that he wanted her—
    “Are you good to go?”
    Elena drew a deep breath and tried to slide back into her professional PA mode. But with Nick looming over her, a smudge of lipstick at the corner of his mouth, it was difficult to focus. “I am, but you’re not.”
    Extracting a handkerchief from a small, secret pocket at the waist of her dress, she handed it to him. “You have lipstick on your mouth.”
    Taking the handkerchief, he wiped his mouth. “An occupational hazard at weddings.”
    When he attempted to give the handkerchief back, she forced a smile. “Keep it. I don’t want it back.”
    The last thing she needed was a keepsake to remind her that she had been on the verge of making a