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Matteo’s POV
Dinner with Gianna was an exercise in restraint, though I’m not sure why I bothered anymore. She’d made it clear after the night we spent together that we were employer and employee—nothing more, nothing less.
Yet, there I was, sitting across from her at a quiet restaurant, trying not to stare at how the soft lighting caught the warmth of her skin or how her lips curved slightly when she read the menu.
“Don’t get the salmon,” I said, breaking the silence.
She glanced up, one eyebrow arched. “Why not?”
“Because it’s dry here. Trust me, I’ve been to this place enough times to know.”
Gianna set the menu down and folded her arms on the table. “And you’re suddenly an expert on everything now?”
I smirked, leaning back in my chair. “I’ve been accused of worse.”
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