Aria’s POV
We pull up to the curb in front of a high-end restaurant. I stare at the place, wide-eyed at how impressive it looks.
This wasn’t what I was expecting when Noah said “plans.” I thought he was taking me to a hotel to get off. When we enter the restaurant I give him a confused look.
“You’re taking me to dinner?” I ask.
He looks down at me, a slow smile spreading on his face. “I thought I’d wine and dine you first,” he leans closer. “Before I f**k you into submission.”
My cheeks go hot and I move away fast.
God. Why does he have to say it like that?
He guides me past the main dining room into a private area. The room is secluded, with just one table and curtains drawn around it.
He pulls out his own chair and sits. I go for the seat across from him. “Aria,” he says.
