Page 17 of His Undercover Wolf

“Classic vehicles are my passion. Why not the more popular red?”

She shook her head almost violently and I grinned. “Black…Porscheshould always be black.”

Die-hard tragics that loved the911and928would only ever consider black.

“I agree with you.” I turned to Otsana who had been somewhat ignored as Zarina and I spoke. “Ready for dinner?”

“Lead the way.” Otsana pierced Zarina with a glare. “I’ll speak with you later, stay out of trouble tonight, and thank you for the ride.”

“Pleasure. Have a good evening. I’m sure Xavier will be happy to take you home, especially if he thinks there is a reward involved.”

“Zarina!” Otsana shouted and I watched as pink tinged her cheeks.

Zarina waved a hand in the air, totally unperturbed by Otsana’s visible annoyance. “I’m leaving. Night Xavier, it was nice meeting you.”

“Night Zarina. Drive carefully.”

Zarina tossed a hand over her shoulder, dismissing my advice. I had a feeling the lady was a force to be reckoned with and did things her own way. Otsana and I waited while she climbed behind the wheel and brought the engine to life before rumbling out of the driveway and into the night.

“Sorry, Zarina can be rather outspoken,” Zarina apologized.

I gathered her hand, noting how soft the skin of her palm was against mine. “It’s rather refreshing to meet someone who isn’t afraid to speak their mind. Most people dance around me because of my wealth and the fact they usually want something.”

“Still, she could be a little more tactful.”

We talked while climbing the stairs to the entry door.

“I suspect it wouldn’t be Zarina if she was forced to consider what she was saying,” I mused.

I pulled open the door and Otsana stepped into the dim light of the restaurant. And yes, my eyes did drop to her very shapely ass.

Penny and Jared noticed the moment we stepped inside and headed straight over to where we stood. I introduced Otsana to them both and they shook hands.

“Wow, I can see why Xavier was taken with you and wants to get to know you much better,” Penny stated.

I looked down at Otsana who was blushing. “You’re not the only one with a friend whose mouth doesn’t have a filter.”

“I suggest they are introduced to each other. I can only imagine the conversations that would take place,” Otsana laughed.

“Ignore her,” Jared stated, earning him an elbow to the ribs.

We were shown to a table for two and I pulled out a chair for Otsana, waiting for her to be seated before sitting opposite.

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We placed our order andOtsana opted for a glass of white wine while I had my usual red. I took a sip and settled back to learn more about the intriguing woman.

“You look beautiful, Otsana. Thank you again for agreeing to join me for dinner.”

“Thank you. Do you come here often?” Otsana asked, glancing around at the interior.

“Penny and Jared, the owners, are close friends from school so I usually come every second Thursday and we catch up on each other’s news.”

“Do they always keep a table available?”

“Not outside my usual nights. Fortunately, they had a last-minute cancellation tonight, but Jared would have fitted an extra table in for us if necessary.”

“Do you often bring someone with you?”

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