Briar POV
The front door opened, and Severin marched in holding a black store bag.
“I’m glad you’re here,” he said.
“Well, you have a lovely home.”
He closed the distance between us, took my face in his hand and kissed me.
“Ready?”
“What for?”
“For dinner.”
I tilted my head to the side. “You made dinner plans?”
“Of course.”
“I can’t go to dinner in sweatpants and a stained tank top!”
He smiled wolfishly. He tugged on my shirt and dragged me forward. His hand slipped under my tank top and caressed my flesh.
“I think you look sexy.”
“Where are you taking me? To a chicken shop?”
He frowned. “I wouldn’t take you to a chicken shop. I’ve made reservations at one of the best restaurants in town.”
“Again, I can’t go like this. You should have told me.”
“Relax, Princess. I got you
