“It’s my pleasure.” He gestured toward the small roller bag. “Is that coming with us?”
She nodded. “These sleepovers are becoming a habit.”
“Lucky me.”
Once outside, he placed the bag in the trunk of his car.
“Where’s Anton?”
“Just us tonight.”
“Who’s got your six?”
“Besides you? Dakota’s got one of his guys tailing us.” He opened the passenger door and she slipped inside. Once behind the wheel, he said, “I’m not afraid.”
“A little fear keeps me on my toes.”
“Fear isalwaysa bad thing, but anger isn’t. And I’ve got plenty of that.”
Fifteen minutes later, they arrived at Sargent’s. “Develin,” he said to the hostess.
“Yes, sir. May I check your coats?”
“I’m good, thanks,” Evangeline replied.
He pressed his lips against her ear and whispered, “Are you never taking that off?”
Her soft moan was the response he’d hoped for. “When the time is right, it’sallcoming off,” she murmured before sliding the coat off her bare shoulders and draping it over her arm.
His cock stirred.I can’t wait.
“Please follow me,” said the hostess.
As they moved through the main dining room, guests glanced in their direction. He spotted several politicians and C-level clients, acknowledging them with a polite nod. Several other patrons stopped talking to gawk and he forced a smile.Why can’t they mind their own damn business?
Someone snapped a picture. Despite his desire to keep Evan out of the spotlight, he couldn’t control everything. If he made the guest delete the picture, dozens more would pop up that portrayed him as an asshole or worse. Better to let that go.
The hostess seated them in one of Chef Bruglio’s private dining rooms, told them their server would be with them shortly, and left.
Evangeline cleared her throat. “If the person who snapped that pic posts it, the person trying to hurt you will know you’re here. That concerns me.”
He brought her hand to his mouth and kissed her finger.
The server breezed into the room. After welcoming them to Sargent’s, he took their drink order and left.
“I don’t want to discuss work,” Sin said, stroking her skin.
“Good thing, because there might be prying eyes in here. Could be a device in the chandelier or tucked in the plant.”
“Hmm.”
“Are you concerned because you brought a woman here and—”
He laughed. “I’ve never brought a date here, but I have had confidential business meetings here.”
“For the record, I’m not a date, Sin. This isnota date.”
He wasn’t about to get into it with her, so he raised his hands in mock surrender. “Whatever you say, boss.” He leaned back. “I don’t want to talk shop. Tell me about you.”
