Jess’s POV
“Do you like it?” Dione asked as I sipped from a glass of champagne that was brought to us by the waiter as a compliment.
“I’ve had better, but not bad,” I answered, savoring the drink, allowing my taste buds to do the trick. “What do you think?” I asked.
He brought the glass that had been sitting in front of him gently to his lips and tasted it. “I agree with you,” he said, without taking his eyes off me. In fact he hadn’t taken his eyes off me the entire evening.
“What are you thinking of having?” Dione asked as he looked up at me with that charming smile.
I scanned the menu again. “Uh, maybe the… filet mignon?”
“Excellent taste, I see,” he chuckled. “I think I’ll go for the duck confit.”
The waiter appeared, taking our order with a practiced grace, and I couldn’t
