My breath hitched as his gaze lingered on my cleavage, then my lips, before meeting my eyes again.
“You look great too.”
I swallowed and leaned closer to the table. “Remember, you promised this was just a dinner, nothing more.”
A wicked grin tugged his lips. “Did I? I don't remember saying that.”
My n,ipples tightened. An ache stirred quietly beneath my calm exterior, leaving me breathless.
Was he teasing, or just testing the line I’d drawn?
I straightened as a waitress approached with a practiced smile. “Bonsoir, monsieur, madame. What may I get you?”
Alec gestured at me with a smile. “I'll go with whatever she chooses.”
“Très romantique,” the waitress said and turned to me. “What will it be, madame? Something light and elegant, or perhaps a dish with tonight’s featured side?”
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