Page 47 of Eat Slay Love

I cleared my throat and returned my view to Fabien, suddenly needing something solid to hold onto. “This menu is like a portal into a magical world.”

“And that,” Fabien nodded, “is what fine diningshouldbe. Not stuffy or snobby, but fun, creative, and even. . .inspiring.”

I shivered at the way his voice slipped along my skin.

Then, the lights brightened slightly, and Cosmo reappeared, beaming. “Now that everyone is done. My dear alchemists, I must ask you to rise.”

I blinked, startled. “What?”

Cosmo only grinned. “For our next set of courses we must take a journey.”

Behind him, a massive section of the wallslid away, revealing yet another tunnel—this one glowing bright white.

What the fuck?

A hushed murmur swept through the room.

The couples around us glanced at each other, clearly just as surprised as I was.

I had assumed we’d remain at our table for the entire evening, thatthiswas the experience.

But apparently, we were just getting started.

Alright. Now I see why this cost so much.

“Alchemists!” Cosmo turned and stepped toward the entrance. “Come with me!”

Where the hell are we going next? And—more terrifyingly obvious—what would happen once we got there?

Chapter eight

More to Come

Rae

Fabien rose from his seat, got right next to me, and extended his hand.

I gave him my hand.

Soon, those fingers—long, strong, elegant—curled around mine with a warmth that sent a slow, languid heat through my entire body.

It was a small gesture.

Simple.

Sweet.

But it wrecked me.

Because he didn’t just offer his hand to help me up—he tenderly held it.

His touch wasn’t hurried, wasn’t dismissive, wasn’t the kind of fleeting contact I had grown used to.

No.

This was romantic.

Sensually intentional.

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