She had the remote in her lap and stared at the blank touch screen. It was one of those high-end ones that controlled everything from lighting levels to the popcorn machine.

Well, probably not the popcorn machine. She’d just be happy if she could figure out how to turn on the damn remote. She’d tried touching the screen, and nothing had happened. She’d turned it over and all around to see if there was a switch somewhere. She found a few places to plug in cords.

She sighed. All she wanted to do was lose herself in her movie and be here when Chase came home. In his house, she was surrounded by a wall that kept out the outside world. She could pretend that this calm space in his life was all there was. That the cameras, catty women and unwanted attention didn’t exist in this house.

Her emotions were completely wrung out, and the damn frustrating remote wasn’t helping to hold back the tears burning behind her eyes.

Whatever the reason Chase wanted her didn’t matter. It didn’t matter that those women thought she didn’t deserve him. He wanted her. He’d made it clear so many times that she was the one he wanted. He’d proved it to her with his words, with his lips, with his hands… She shook off the desire that spread from the center of her at her unruly thoughts.

Remote. Chase had shown it to her. He’d picked it up and pointed it at the TV, and it had worked. For him. But for her, it obviously wanted a blood sacrifice or something.

She set it down on the chair next to her. There had to be a way to make it all work without the remote. The large screen stared back at her, but no buttons were in sight. The shelves of black boxes with a dozen lights and buttons looked like something from a sci-fi movie. Overall it was intimidating.

“Evil remote.” She glared down at it.

“I don’t find it at all evil.”

She swiveled around to meet Chase’s smiling eyes. Her heart filled, her pulse kicked up a notch and the worries from the day seemed to fall away in his eyes.

“In fact I find it a lot easier than dealing with the twelve that came with the components.”

“It probably is, once it’s turned on.”

Chase sat down next to her and leaned across her to grab the remote. His cologne touched her nose. His arm brushed against her breasts, and a shimmer of awareness rushed through her.

“Now, let’s see here.” He glanced up at her and then down at the remote. Taking his thumb, he placed it in the center of the screen. The main menu came up instantly.

“But I did that.” She reached out, and he handed it to her. She squinted down at the menu and touched Play DVD. Glancing up at the TV, she saw nothing happen.

“Here,” Chase said and held out his hand. She held out the remote but he grabbed her hand instead. “Your fingers are probably too cold.”

He brought her fingers in front of her mouth and blew hot air across them. “We just need to warm them up.” With both of his hands, he massaged her hand.

Her ability to breathe was lost as he made slow circles on her palm with his thumbs. His gaze remained on her hand as he brought each fingertip to his lips and kissed the pad. He cupped her hand and blew against it.

“Now try it.” He lifted his gaze to hers.

Her brain had ceased to function, except to send shivers of desire throughout her body. Gently he took her finger and pressed it against Play DVD. The screen came to life.

“There. See, all better.” He drew her back against his side and set the remote down. His arms gathered her close, and she relaxed into him. Whatever his reasons for wanting her here, she was here in his arms. He said to trust him, and she did. And even if he was faking it, he was a very convincing actor, because she truly felt loved and cherished and desired.

She settled into him and rested her head against his chest. The steady, rhythmic rise and fall of his chest, and the movie lulled her. His fingers skittered up and down her bare arm.

With the familiar movie in the background, Natalie relaxed. This is what she wanted. Just him and her. No outside world trying to get in.

“Why did you leave work early?”

“It wasn’t that early.”

He shifted beside her until he tipped her face up to meet his gaze. “You don’t normally leave early.”

“I…” What could she say to Chase? I was confused, frightened? I don’t know if I can be your girlfriend.

“You can talk to me.” Chase drew his thumb across her lips.

“It was just something someone said.” She dropped her gaze to his chin.

“Do I need to fire someone?”

She jerked her gaze up to his at the seriousness of his voice. “No. No one needs to be fired. They just…I just…I don’t understand.”

“What don’t you understand?” He gently brushed her hair behind her ear.

Her heart hammered against her chest and her lungs squeezed. “Why me? Out of everyone, everywhere. Why me?”

His gaze softened, and his hands cupped her cheeks. “Why not you, Natalie?”

She closed her eyes. “Because I’m nothing fantastic. I’m not fabulous. I’m just convenient.”

His lips brushed gently against hers, and he drew her into his arms. Her head rested against his beating heart. “You’re right. There are hundreds of women out there that want me. Who wouldn’t think a thing about dating a man with a hundred cameras in their face on a daily basis.

“Women who wouldn’t mind me being out of the country for weeks at a time and spending my time with beautiful women.”

“This isn’t making me feel better,” Natalie mumbled next to his chest. His hand stroked up and down her back while his spicy scent filled her nose.

“I’ve never met someone who makes me feel the way you do. You’re beautiful and kind. You make me feel like I could walk on water for you if you wanted me to.” He set her back from him and tipped her chin up with his finger.

She couldn’t help the tears that swam in front of her vision, making him hard to see. She’d never thought she’d be able to find anyone like Chase, and his words were overwhelming.

“I love it when you smile at me. When you blush because of something I said. When you lean over your desk, poring over numbers as if nothing else exists in the universe. When I wake up and your face is the first thing I see.”

His thumb brushed over the tear that spilled down her cheek. “No one has ever made me feel the way I feel for you. I love you, Natalie.”

The music from the forgotten movie crescendoed in the background as his lips met hers. Her heart filled her chest and she wrapped her arms around his neck. Maybe fairy tales did come true.


Rachel arrived home in time to accompany Natalie to Charity Christian’s studio to try on Oscar dresses. Chase had offered to go with her, but she wanted him to be surprised. And she wasn’t ready to face Charity by herself.

“Do you think she’ll have anything in my size?” Rachel said wistfully as she picked up a pair of gorgeous sandals encrusted with sparkling gems.

“Those are worth ten thousand dollars a shoe,” Charity’s disapproving voice preceded her through the door. Her smoke cloud followed in her wake.

Rachel made an oh face and set them carefully back down with covetous eyes.

“Now, I was able to get a few designers to send some things on such late notice.” Every word out of Charity’s mouth always made Natalie feel like a naughty little girl.

A small woman pushed in a rack of dresses before shuffling back out. Natalie wished she could get away from Charity as well, but the urge to see the dresses was greater than her fear. She stood and wandered over to the dresses.

Rachel stood beside her and thumbed through the materials. The colors were all fantastic, light creams, blacks, rich shades of gold and brown, deep blues and dark green. Natalie ran her hands over the silk of the dark green gown. Any woman would look stunning in these gowns.

She hadn’t dressed up for Chase before. Her heart swelled thinking of him. There had been no prom for her. No best friend going shopping to find the perfect dress. No tux and limo. Now she’d be able to dress in designer gowns and ridiculously expensive shoes and jewelry. And be beautiful, if only for Chase.

“Get undressed, so we can start before I need another cigarette.” Charity’s voice penetrated the daydream Natalie had been having about Chase in a tux spinning her in circles around a dance floor.

“Right. Where’s the changing room?” Natalie looked around but there wasn’t a curtain in the room.

“You’re in it. Now let’s get on with it. You don’t have anything either of us hasn’t seen before.” Charity puckered her lips and gave Natalie a once-over before turning to the rack. “We’ll start with this one.”

“I think she should try the Oscar de la Renta,” Rachel offered. They bantered back and forth while Natalie tried to tone down the blood flowing through her ears. She was barely comfortable being naked in front of Chase, but she wasn’t certain she could stand in a room in only her bra and underwear in front of Rachel and the dragon lady.

He may love her flaws, but she didn’t need to see the looks from Rachel and Charity. Those looks that questioned why Chase had picked her over any number of women.

For Chase. That’s why she was doing all this, for Chase. He was worth every minute of torture because he always matched those minutes with hours of passion that far outweighed the torture. That, and she’d get to wear a gorgeous dress and maybe for once feel like she belonged on the arm of the Sexiest Man Alive.

While the women were distracted with the dresses, she quietly disrobed down to her plain cotton underwear and bra. She’d made sure to wear undergarments that wouldn’t leave a line, but she wasn’t about to take Rachel’s suggestion to go with a thong.

Charity turned and what might have been a smile crossed her lips. “I swear, those clothes should be burned. They do nothing for your figure.”