Abby
I settle into the chair across from Damon at the intimate, candlelit table set up on the balcony. Despite the romantic ambience, I try to remind myself that this is just a business dinner; even though my skin still burns from where his lips brushed against my knuckles.
Damon smiles invitingly as a server appears out of seemingly thin air to pour us both a glass of rich red wine. Expensive wine, at that. Although, I didn’t expect any less from a prince.
“I took the liberty of having the kitchen prepare a special starter I think you’ll enjoy,” Damon says with a warm smile.
My eyes widen as a covered silver platter is placed in front of me. When I lift the lid, the tangy, garlicky aroma has my mouth watering instantly. Oysters Rockefeller—my favorite!
But how did he k
