Clutching my bag tightly like someone might snatch it, I stepped into the kind of restaurant that made me feel like I could only afford a glass of water—and even that felt like a stretch.
“Do you have any reservation, ma’am?” the receptionist asked. Her smile was professional, but the way her eyes subtly twitched when she clocked my outfit? Yeah, that smile cracked a bit.
“Oh… uh, Eros Kane has a reservation for two. I’m with him,” I said, then gave her my name.
“Please follow me.” A host gestured toward the dining area. “Table twelve, by the corner. Mr. Kane is waiting for you,” she added before walking off.
My eyes immediately landed on the man who gave off the iciest aura in this warm, luxurious place. He’d already ordered red wine, swirling it like he was in a movie.
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