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I don’t know what the first two specials were, but the last one sounded like a clash of all the wrong things. Something black and something burnt? No thanks.
So far, every ingredient is unrecognizable and sounds as appetizing as caviar scraped from the belly of an ancient race of whales that just flew in on a spaceship.
“Madame?”
“Thank you. I’d like a moment to decide.”
The server bows his head. “Monsieur?”
“Do you serve steak?”Does it come with a side of blue balls?
I deserve it as punishment because there’s only one fire in my body—a fire that sparks an aching need to be inside her.
“Oui. Fillet mignon.” The server looks as though he’s about to launch into a spiel, but I cut him off.
“Rare, please.” I’ve heard enough. I snap the menu shut and hand it to him. Sabine orders, and the server bows politely before leaving us.
As I listen to Sabine, all I can think about is the suite I reserved in the hotel attached to the restaurant. I’m counting the minutes until dinner is over, and we can go upstairs.
I've been holding back my true feelings for too long, but tonight I'll finally confess everything.
It won't be easy, but it's the right thing to do. This evening is all about being open and honest.
Our food arrives, and we halt our conversation to admire the presentation. The mushrooms, beef, and salmon all look succulent, and I’m already salivating.
When the server leaves, Sabine looks at me with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
“This looks delicious. Are you ready to taste it and see what it’s like?”
I raise an eyebrow and give her a suggestive smile. “I’m ready to dive right in.”
Sabine laughs before taking a bite of the risotto. “Mmm,” she hums, her eyes lighting up with pleasure. “Try it. It’s amazing.”
I take a spoonful of the risotto and savor the flavor while Sabine tries the beef tenderloin. “It’s so juicy and tender, I think it’s even better than the risotto.”
I can’t help but watch her lips as she chews, and my heart beats faster. Sabine blushes and takes another bite of the beef.
After dinner, the server returns with a cheese plate and a bottle of dessert wine. Behind him, I hear a commotion the staff gathers around the people who entered the restaurant.
Abruptly, the tranquility of our evening is shattered when paparazzi approach our table. The restaurant staff scramble to keep the situation under control.
Sabine looks nervous. “What’s happening?”
I force myself to remain calm and composed. My face is expressionless so I don’t frighten her, but I’m furious.
“Someone ratted us out.” I shoot the maître d’ a filthy look. “Photographers turned up when I took Margo out for dinner, and with the trial running at the same time, I’m not surprised.”
I bet someone inside the restaurant tipped off the press. If this is what being a celebrity is like, it’s not for me.
“I’m sorry.” Her voice is high and tight, her eyes dart around the room.
“We should go,” I tell her, my voice gruff with frustration. Our evening is ruined by the intrusion, but my only priority is to shield Sabine from harm.
I throw a few bills on the table. Taking her hand, I lead her out of the restaurant and away from prying eyes.
“It’s like déjà vu, right?” she asks breathlessly.
“More like Groundhog Day.” I want to take her in my arms and keep her safe, so no one can hurt her.
