Georgia's POV
I froze the moment I saw Nick striding toward me, that damned confident gleam in his eyes. My stomach plummeted. No, no, no. I pursed my lips and widened my eyes at him, frantically signaling him to stop—to turn around, to do anything but this.
But instead of listening, his smile stretched wider, turning into a cocky, teasing grin that made my chest tighten in pure panic.
My God… what the hell is he thinking?!
The crowd's gaze shifted like a wave, following his every step until it landed squarely on me.
I could feel it—the weight of every pair of eyes burning holes into my back, waiting, watching, judging. My heart raced so fast I thought it might give out. I felt like I was about to faint.
And then… Nick reached into the inside of his suit jacket.
My breath hitched. Time slowed, every possible scenario flashing through my head. And when he stopped right in front of me, standing so close I could smell the faint trace of his perfume.
