Page 96 of Eat Slay Love

He smirked, that sexy, devastatingly arrogant smirk. “Liar.”

I huffed. “Have you decided on what we will have to eat?”

“Mon dieu, this menu is a tragedy. Where is the foi gras? The truffle butter? The duck confit? The fresh-baked brioche with fig compote? What is this. . .mediocrity?”

Chuckling, I glanced down at my own menu, scanning the options. “Babe, they have filet mignon, lobster ravioli, and an actual cheese plate. I think you’ll survive.”

He leveled me with a look.“You think this is acceptable?”

“Considering I would’ve been back there eating pretzels in coach? Yes.”

He pointed at me. “Never will I allow you to fly coach again.”

“Alright.”

“Never.”

“I got it.” I did my best to not laugh since his face was so serious.

He glanced out of the window. “I am about to spend half of my time in a country that considersCheese Whiza part of an actual food group. I must prepare myself.”

I snorted. “You do realize California has some of the best fine dining in the country, right?”

He looked back at me and waved a dismissive hand. “Iwill be the judge of that.”

Actually, he would.

Because apparently, once he notified the company this morning, they gave him an assignment that would start in two weeks.

He would need to inspect a restaurant in Los Angeles for a Stellar Star.

And because he wasn’t subtle at all, he had already asked me to go with him.

So now, in addition to having the best sex of my life, I would also be experiencing fine dining in L.A., eating food prepared by chefs whose plates probably cost more than my rent.

This is my life now.

I exhaled and reached for the seatbelt strap, but Fabien’s hands were faster.

He took the belt from me and buckled me in, his fingers brushing against my stomach a little too slowly, like he wanted me to feel him.

My breath caught.

It was such a small thing, but the deliberate way he touched me had me pressing my thighs together.

He gazed at me. “Thank God, I will have you, Rae. In the end that is all that willevermatter.”

I swallowed.

Hard.

The way he said that.

Like he had already been thinking of what ring he would buy me to propose.

I cleared my throat. “I’m so happy you’re coming with me. I plan to help you fall in love with California.”

He smirked. “Just be naked and that will be enough.”

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