CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Natalie should have canceled. That was her first thought as she stared at Marcus Vale across the restaurant table. Her second thought? This was definitely the nicest restaurant she'd ever been inside.
The place overlooked Central Park, sunlight streamed through floor-to-ceiling windows, soft music played in the background, everything looked expensive including Marcus, and especially Marcus, the man somehow managed to look effortlessly polished, Natalie found it irritating.
"You've been staring at the menu for ten minutes."
She looked up. "I don't know what half these things are."
Marcus grinned. "That's because rich people enjoy making food sound complicated."
A laugh escaped her, several nearby diners glanced over, Natalie quickly lowered her voice.
Marcus looked pl
