Page 52 of Eat Slay Love

I knew how easy it was to confuse attraction with something deeper, how temptation could masquerade as fate.

And despite how wildly my body disagreed, my mind whispered. . .

Be smart. Be patient. Learn him first.

Therefore, I scrambled for an alternative activity, my thoughts running through possible things we could do—things that weren’thim pressing me against a penthouse window, his hands on my thighs, his mouth on my skin, his cock pounding into me.

Museums?

Closed.

Rooftop bars?

Maybe, but I didn’t want to be surrounded by a crowd.

Jazz club?

That could be intimate, but I didn’t want to hear music, I wanted to hearhim.

I chewed on my lip, debating my options, when Fabien leaned in slightly, his voice low and amused. "Tell me what you're thinking."

I hesitated, but his gaze held me there, steady, patient. "The things that keep coming up in my mind are probably closed or are going to close soon."

"Tell me anyway."

“I’ve always wanted to see The Metropolitan Museum of Art.” I exhaled. “But it’s closed.”

A slow smirk touched his lips. “The Met?”

“Yes, but it’s closed.”

“That doesn’t matter.”

I blinked. “What?”

“Hold on.” Fabien pulled out his phone and began typing something with casual confidence.

I let out a breathy laugh. “What are you doing?”

“I know people.”

I rolled my eyes. “Of course, you do.”

Seconds later, a soft buzz from his phone filled the air.

He read the responding message and then nodded. “Good.”

My brows furrowed. “Good?”

“My friend says we can visit this evening, but we arenotto touch any of the exhibits.”

My mouth opened, but nothing came out. “Your friend?”

“Jonas,” he said smoothly, slipping his phone back into his pocket. “He’s an Austrian art historian and the current CEO and Director of The Metropolitan Museum of Art.”

I stared at him in shock. “Oh.”

Fabien tilted his head slightly, watching my reaction with amusement. “I just told him that I had a very gorgeous woman that I wanted to utterly impress and asked if he could do me a favor and let me give her a personal evening tour of The Met.”

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