Evelyn's POV
That last line was definitely loaded.
Basically, he just told me we were about to do it… in the same place his parents once… wow. Great. I suddenly felt like I’d accidentally wandered into his parents’ honeymoon suite. Instant urge to bail.
“Uh… can we maybe go somewhere else? Isn’t this… a little disrespectful?”
“Nope. But if we don’t do it here… we might end up in the car,” Julian said as he led me to the dining room, pulling out my chair like a total gentleman. “Although, the car’s not bad… just feels like a waste of all this effort.”
And Julian really had gone all out. The long cherrywood table flickered with candlelight, piled with roasted steak, pudding, borscht, salad, and a bottle of red. He guided me to my seat.
“Wanna take it off?” he whispered in my ear.
“Now
