Jesse
“So where are we going?” she asks excitedly.
“To a little restaurant I love, Zodiac. It’s intimate and has amazing food. Chef Emilio is an artist,” I tell her, squeezing her thigh.
I glance over at her. She’s watching me hungrily, so I narrow my eyes. “Keep looking at me like that, Angel, and I’ll skip the meal and eat you instead.”
“Promise?” she purrs.
Groaning, I squeeze her thigh again. “Behave, I’m trying to be a gentleman here.”
“Gentlemen are boring, I prefer my dirty daddy.”
This woman.
I clear my throat and change the conversation. “It was actually one of the first restaurants my company was commissioned to work on.”
“Oh wow, really? I can’t wait to see it!” she gushes, and I grin wider, knowing she actually means that.
“I can’t wait to show you,” I admit. “It’s on
