The waiter brought his meal and set it in front of him.
“Did you have company?”
“Business,” I muttered.
When we first met, he was curious as to what kind of business I conducted. I had given him a few details of what I did. He asked far too many questions—such a delightful and curious beauty he was.
Leaning forward, my eyes examined his features with precision; I took in every line and movement. He was so lovely. The dark tone of his smooth skin was my first weakness. The coffee dark swirls of brown in his eyes were rich and bold, drawing me into his gaze. I liked everything about him, yet beauty was only skin deep, but his intelligence was enticing and kept me interested.
The waiter bought another bottle and poured a glass for Aaron, who smiled at the vintage of choice. “Are we celeb
