YVONNE'S P.O.V
Mr Voss drove us to a small restaurant fifteen minutes away from the company.
I had expected something grand and luxurious, but instead, he brought us to a small roadside place, with soft lighting and the clinking of cutlery echoing in the air
I liked this better.
Mr Voss led me with a hand on my back to our table of two, his touch was a steady warmth I was getting too used to.
“This place is lovely” I mused, looking around the restaurant. The inside wasn't as crowded as I expected.
He pulled out my chair for me and I ignored the butterflies assaulting my belly as he did.
Don't think about the kiss
Don't think about the kiss
Don't think about.....
“I figured you'd prefer somewhere quiet,” he said with a soft smile while he took the seat across from mine.
I nod
