12It made her smile when Franco’s gaze dropped from her short blue dress to her legs the moment she came through the door. She arched one eyebrow high as his gaze remained on her while he sent off a couple with a junior host to be seated. His nod to her and his knowing grin both made her want to giggle.
“Welcome, Ms. Harrington. I see you’re back a second time with no reservation. Are you planning to wait in the bar again for another two hours?”
“Yes, I am waiting in the bar, but I promise you won’t need to call for a getaway pod this time. I’ll be leaving with your boss at the end of the evening. King and I have a date…a real one this time.”
She laughed when Franco made a face and sighed.
“Then I shall feel sorry such nice legs will be crammed into that tiny airjet Mr. West purchased.
