Sterling had been right about our private dining area. Much like the club last week, the hostess greeted us with excessive enthusiasm, forgoing other customers as she personally escorted us up the modern-looking stairs to our private dining area.
In shades of gray, the interior was chic and subtle. Through a larger dining area and off a hallway we were led to the private room. One wall was covered in gray tile as water flowed over the surface. The other walls were like the rest of the restaurant, shades of gray.
Beside our table was a silver ice bucket, complete with a bottle of champagne.
Sterling pulled out my chair with a grin as his stare bore into mine.
After the hostess promised us the best service possible, we were momentarily left alone.
Sitting in the chair beside mine, S
