If the Shoe Fits

Chapter 1

Nicholas

"So have you picked the lucky candidate for an evening of the Nicholas experience?"

I looked at my friend William, who was as full of shit as he was rich. And he was fucking loaded. We'd been great friends since college, we'd pledged and were accepted to the same frat and had been thick as thieves since then. We'd both come from fairly well-off families, had never wanted for anything and led privileged lives. But it never went to either of our heads, we always tried to be down to earth guys and honest especially to each other. Some days it worked.

"No, not yet. I'm scouting the room for something different Will."

"Like what a virgin?" we both had a good chuckle and looked at the room of hopeful women and smiled.

"There's not much chance of that here now is there. But it would be nice to find someone who isn't here to land a husband, or just a sugar daddy to buy them shiny things."

"Well good luck Nick, I see a lot of the same faces we see on a regular basis. After a couple more glasses of Dom you'll change your mind."

"I don't know Will; I don't see very many women worth talking to."

"What do you mean; there are several doable women here tonight. You're getting too picky."

"Pretty and doable are easy to find, but it would be nice to find one who could hold a conversation with William. Maybe one who's interested in the world around them, and a little more than reality television and what the Kardashians are doing."

"Well good luck with that, maybe you'll get lucky. You aren't exactly Prince Charming yourself."

I watched Will walk away and smiled, then turned my attention back to the sea of fake smiles, breasts and more bling than Liberace. They all worked the room like a pack of sharks circling a wounded swimmer, searching for an opening or a weakness. Granted it was a fundraiser for the local museum, but the funds they were interested in were not what was being raised.

I turned my attention to the bartender again and nodded, smiling when George poured me a double bourbon without asking. I'd been scouting the room from his position at the bar, making idle chit-chat as he kept my glass full and the information on the ladies flowing. I took a small sip glancing in the mirror behind the bar, a blonde I hadn't noticed before was walking towards the bar frowning. She was tall, of course, that was partly due to the killer heels she was wearing. Her clingy black dress, pearl necklace and swept up hair making her neck look amazing like it needed to be kissed.

She didn't give me a second glance as she walked to the bar, her head down as she was upset over something.

I wonder what dumbass said no to her?

She stopped beside me and smiled, she motioned to the seat next to me asking if it was taken. I shook my head no and smiled, I watched as she sat on the stool next to me as she crossed her incredibly long legs.

Damn nice legs, lean strong and firm. Yoga instructor or maybe a dancer. Either way, they were amazing.

"Champagne please."

I smiled my most charming smile, held my glass of bourbon up and took the leap.

"Let me guess...Holly?"

"Excuse me..." She looked at me like I was a drunk fool, but I wasn't; at least not yet.

"Your dress, the black little dress. The pearls and swept up hair, I just assumed your name was Holly Go-lightly."