As soon as my body is pressed against his, I realize how much I've missed him in just the last few hours. I won't do anything to jeopardize what we have.
"You want me not to write the story?"
He chuckles and just shakes his head as he ushers me into the restaurant by laying his hand on my lower back. A leggy brunette who's almost as tall as Mark in her heals leads us to a table. The restaurant is mostly filled with businessmen having lunch, and a couple of all female parties.
"I meant it, Mark," I whisper after he sits down across from me.
"Sure you did, Nicole," he says and opens the menu, then ignores me as he scans it.
I don't even pick up the menu the hostess placed in front of me as I watch him. When the waiter comes, he orders a bottle of wine, and food for the both of us.
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