He walked like he owned the place.
And the staff treated him like he did.
The penthouse restaurant was quiet, warm, with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the whole city.
We sat… but no menu was brought yet.
Someone asked, “The usual, sir?”
He nodded.
I stared at him. “This is not normal,” I whispered.
Jaxon leaned forward, resting his arms on the table.
“What isn’t?”
“You. This place. The greetings. The… everything.”
His smile was soft. And he let out a laugh again.
“I told you. I just wanted you to relax.”
“This is not relaxing,” I said. “This is…quite the dollar.” Damn… It’s expensive.
He laughed then. “Stop thinking. Just breathe, Jade.”
I tried… And it actually worked.
In no time… the food came, and while we ate, we talked about random things.
He made me laugh twice
