“Hello?" I asked when I walked in. “Is anyone here?"
“Hello." A man dressed in black pants with a white chef's coat and hat stepped around the corner. “I am Chef Fabrizio Lo Faso, your chef for this evening," he said in a thick Italian accent. “Please. Come right this way."
When I walked into the dining room, the table was beautifully set, covered in a white tablecloth with fine white china, and two white taper candles in crystal holders flickered on the table, casting romantic shadows around the room.
Both Elias and Xander stood, dressed in black suits with what looked to be black muscle shirts beneath, looking as sexy as ever. Their hair was combed to perfection, and they both smelled divine, like musk and rain.
Xander approached, reaching for my hand. “Welcome." He lifted my hand to
