The sincerity in his tone made my heart skip. "Thank you, Mr. Knight."
I glanced at his untouched plate. "Aren't you going to eat?"
"I am." He picked up his slider, his eyes never leaving mine. "I was just enjoying watching you first."
He took a bite, and I noticed a small spot of sauce at the corner of his mouth. My fingers twitched with the urge to wipe it away, but I restrained myself. This was just an arrangement, I reminded myself. No matter how domestic this moment felt.
"The sauce is excellent," he commented, finally breaking eye contact to reach for his own truffle fries. "Though not as delicious as other things I've tasted."
I nearly choked on my bite. The man was impossible - managing to make even a casual dinner feel charged with s****l tension.
I reached for my water, tak
