Page 163 of Plunge into Obsession

She looked down at my chest, a small smile playing on her lips. “I wouldn’t say a million. That’s a lot.”

“Yeah? Then let’s start with this one.”

She smiled widely at me. There was almost a childlike excitement in her bottomless sea-blue eyes. “Great! Let me get ready.”

She was out of the office before I could say anything else, and I stared after her, even when she disappeared, wondering why my heart was hurting so badly.

I clutched my chest and took a deep breath.

* * *

I pulledthe chair out for Bianca as the maître d’ led us to our table in the corner of the restaurant.

She ran her hands delicately over the black sundress she wore, the hem flaring out at her hips and reaching up to her knees.

She was beautiful.

And at the house, all I could think about when she came downstairs in this dress was if she was wearing anything beneath it.

I didn’t bother finding out, torturing myself a little with the thought. I vowed I would find out soon enough.

I made sure my seat was in the back of the restaurant and faced the entirety of the place while Bianca sat across from me at the small table.

She glanced around as she sat, and I offered a small kiss on the top of her head before I moved to my own seat.

“This place is nice,” she commented mildly. I didn’t say anything, waiting for her to finish her thought. “A little too nice for lunch?”

“Baby, do you really think that?”

She shrugged. “I’ve never really been to a place like this before. Mostly, Kaia and I would order food from a fast-food joint and call it good.”

I frowned. “Those days for you are over.”

She laughed lightly. “I didn’t mind it so much. This is just so different from what I’m used to. I’m sure a plate here would be worth a night’s tips at your club.”

That was probably true.

“Our club.”

“What?”

“We’re married, aren’t we,mi tesoro?”

She made a face that elicited a small chuckle from me.

“Well, yeah. It’s not like you’ve given me a choice.”

The waitress chose that time to come to our table. She stared with wide eyes and gaping mouth.

Bianca blushed red, and I watched my wife with amusement.

“Uh, what would you like to drink?” the waitress asked, shifting on her feet. “My name is Lucy, uh, by the way.”

Bianca was still blushing when she looked at me, so I ordered for us. “Two glasses of water. And one glass of lemonade.”

The waitress nodded and hightailed it out of there.

“I can’t believe I said that in front of her,” Bianca muttered.

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