Page 132 of Bratva Jewels Box Set
His eyes dip for the smallest of moments before they return to my face.
Gotcha.“You look good tonight, too.”
He appears taken aback by my compliment but recovers quickly. “Please sit,” he says, holding out a chair for me like a gentleman.
The table could seat fourteen people easily, if not more, but it’s only set for two which is a little extreme. It’s a deep, rich mahogany color, with gold candelabras in the middle. Fine bone China and crystal glasses have been placed in front of our seats.
“Green is your color,” he whispers in my ear as he pushes my chair in. His warm breath sends a shiver through my body which makes him chuckle.
I’m supposed to be affecting this man not the other way around, but his charm has caught me off-guard.
“Would you like some wine or champagne?” he asks.
It takes me a moment to collect my thoughts. “Champagne, please.” I need something to calm my nerves. Where is that confidence that you had early on?
He pours me a glass, then one for himself. “You look nervous.”
“Do I?” I say, trying to seem indifferent as I take a sip of my drink.
“Do I make you nervous?” he asks, lifting his glass to his lips before taking a sip.
My eyes follow the way his Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, then watch his tongue dart out and slide along his lip as goosebumps break out. Must be a breeze from somewhere making me do that.
“I’m having dinner with my kidnapper in a gorgeous villa somewhere in Italy. I think most people might be nervous.”
He shrugs and nods.
We’re interrupted by a waiter bringing in a wooden board which he places in front of us, along with a bowl of bread before disappearing as quickly as he came. There’s staff here? I had no idea. Maybe one of them could help me.
“Bruschetta, crostini with Tuscan pate, mushroom and goat’s cheese toasts, to start with,” Maxim explains.
This looks delicious and I’m ravenous, trying to escape will do that to a person. I take one of everything.
Maxim raises a brow at my full plate but doesn’t say anything.
Screw him. I’m hungry, and this is the first time I can taste the food without wanting to be sick.
“This is amazing,” I moan, taking another bite.
Maxim smiles and starts to eat his food.
We stay silent for a long while, I’m too wrapped up in the starters to start up any sort of conversation.
The waiter returns and clears the table.
I try and catch the waiter’s attention, but he refuses to look at me which annoys me. Does he not know I’m here against my will?You don’t look like it at the moment.This is true as a frown forms on my face.
“Is something not up to your liking?” Maxim asks me.
“Everything was delicious. Why do you ask?”
“That deep scowl on your face. Something seems to have irritated you,” he says, picking up his glass and taking another sip.
“That would be because I was thinking about you.” The words come out before I realize how they sound.
Maxim’s brows shoot up high.
“Ew, not like that.”You’re supposed to be seducing him not telling him the thought of him naked is Ew.I wasn’t thinking about him naked.But now you are, thank you.Damn this inner voice is annoying as hell. “You said you wanted to talk, and I was wondering when we would.”
