"Have you ever dined at Georgio's?" Zac asked me as he towel dried his hair. He wore cargo shorts and nothing else. I was getting used to the sight of his bare chest, but it still gave my hormones a kick. He removed the towel and my hormones stood fully to attention. His damp hair stuck out at spiky angles, so sexy it was sinful.
I tore my gaze away and continued to fold my clothes. "No." Georgio's was way out of my budget. It was fine dining at an elite level, and I'd heard it was tough to get a table there. No doubt a Kavanagh owned it and Zac could get us in without a reservation.
"Would you like to go tonight?"
"Sure."
A few minutes later I followed him downstairs and overheard him on the phone. "I know it's getting late, Georgio, but this is for someone special." He caught me watc
