Lucian
The next evening, I sat across from Lexi at a small corner table at Antonio's, a small Italian restaurant in her neighborhood.
The lighting was dim, the tables were close together, and the whole place smelled like garlic and fresh basil. It was a world away from last night's gala, and I couldn't have been happier.
"This is perfect," I said, watching Lexi twirl pasta around her fork.
"No photographers, no society mothers, no business cards being passed around."
She laughed and the sound made my chest tighten in the best way. "I think Mrs. Whitmore was about to start a bidding war over you."
"Victoria Harrison asked me to launch three times," I shook my head. "I think she was planning to propose a merger not a collaboration."
She's beautiful,” Lexi said and I heard the insecur
