I look around the restaurant and give him a wry smile. It's just us minus the bustling staff who have made a show of the meal.
The restaurant aptly named Éclat de Saveurs, literally meaning "burst of flavors" according to the staff, seems to have lived up to its name.
I had ordered the Truffle-infused Wagyu Steak with Gold Leaf Garnish while Xander had gone with Lobster and Cavier.
It's a rich meal, but the man can afford to pay—said man is leaning across the table into me like he has something to say that isn't for anyone but me.
His musky smell of lethal energy and leather is so seductive it has me curbing the urge to strain forward for more of it.
The strict cut of his suit has him so mouth-wateringly good he looks like he came straight off from a model shoot. One for men of the ma
