She felt a lot more comfortable in her knee length skirt and billowing off the shoulder top. She followed the voices she could hear coming from a room off to the side of the entry hall. She took a deep breath, pushed her shoulders back and pasted a smile on her face. There was no way in hell she was letting Stefan's brother, Nik, know how much he intimidated her. She walked into a large living room which had a leather sofa and armchairs and turned slightly to the left to see Nik standing at a bar pouring a drink and Harry just leaving through a door on the other side of the room. “Would you like a drink Megan?” Nik asked without turning to face her. Once he was done fixing his own drink he turned towards her, his piercing eyes locking onto her. Meg licked her lower lip nervously as she walked further into the room, “Do you have any chardonnay?” “Yes. Do you have a preferred label or will anything do?” “Whatever you have is fine, thanks.” “Take a seat, Meg. Stefan should be down any moment.
