My cheeks blaze with embarrassment. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t prepared. I didn’t know I was coming here tonight. I’ll just go—”
“I assume you bought clothes while you were out today?” comes a familiar voice from behind me.
I whirl around.
Phoenix is standing in the high archway that leads to the main restaurant. He’s wearing black dress pants and a crisp white shirt with an open collar.
He looks… incredible.
“Did you?” he asks again.
“Uh, yes…”
“Then I suggest you pick something and change into an appropriate dress,” he says. It’s not really a suggestion. “There are rooms you can use in the back. William?”
“I will assist her, sir,” the maître d’ says with another low bow.
Phoenix is about to turn away when I call out to him. “Wait! I don’t understand. What is this?”
He raises his eyeb
