Page 61 of Mercy (The Sins Trilogy 3)
Chapter Twenty
Ivy
Limo. Check.
Hot new garter belt. Check.
Black fishnet thigh-highs. Check.
The only thing I’m missing is a restaurant reservation. I tap my fingers on the desk and think. What’s the kind of place someone like Tony would like to go?
“What are you brooding about?” Rhonda asks. A single mom, she started out as Elizabeth’s assistant like me, but now she’s heading projects on her own.
I smile sheepishly. “Just wondering where I should take my man for dinner. Someplace he’ll enjoy.”
“Most guys like steak,” she says. “Unless he’s vegetarian or something.”
“Steak!” I snap my fingers. “Why didn’t I think of that?”
When I got a job at the foundation, Tony took me to a fancy steakhouse. He wouldn’t have if he didn’t love that place.
“You’re a genius, Rhonda!”
She laughs. “Glad I was able to help.”
I tap the mole on the bottom of my lower lip, wondering exactly what the name of the restaurant is. I was so excited that night that I barely noticed anything other than him, the beautiful film noir atmosphere and the great food. If the night hadn’t ended with Audrey Duff throwing wine in my face, I would’ve noticed the name as we left, but…I was too shocked.
I bite my lip. I can’t ask Tony. But I bet Wei knows.
I text him. Sorry to bother you again, but what’s the name of the steakhouse Tony took me to some while back? It has live music—piano—and we ran into Ryder and Audrey there. I add that detail to make sure Wei doesn’t confuse the restaurant.
He sends me the name and the address. You can’t go without a reservation.
It’s okay. I’ll make one right now.
When are you going?
Today.
Let me handle it for you.
Oh no. I don’t want to use Wei like that. He’s Tony’s assistant, not mine.
That won’t be necessary. I don’t mind,I text.
I know you don’t. But there may not be a table for you.
I didn’t think about that. But it’s patronized by people like Tony and Ryder. It makes sense that it would usually be busy and full. Disappointment swirls inside me when I see that it’s already four p.m. What are the odds that the place actually has the perfect table for me and Tony?
Then I’ll look for something else.
No need. I can get you a table.
So this is why he offered. I’ve seen how doors open when I bring up the right name—mainly Elizabeth’s.
Sure. Thanks, Wei. It’s for two people.
What time?
