Chapter 10
Gordon Ramsay at Claridge’s
12:55 p.m.
Sophia entered the restaurant trailing behind the maître d’. Alistair was already seated and waiting for her. She looked at her watch. Five minutes to one. More than punctual, Mr. MacCraig. I like this.
He flashed a white, even smile and beckoned her to him, as he rose and straightened to his full height. His dark blue double-breasted pinstripe suit molded his perfect body. As usual, a lock of his windswept hair fell on his forehead while another flipped over his left eye.
He again mesmerized her.
The same deep need to tangle her hands in his hair and yank his head down for a kiss made her head spin. She breathed in deep and squared her shoulders, aligning her spine.
Never clumsy, Sophia didn’t intend to start being so now.
His eyes
