This section of the restaurant was more closed off than anywhere else. It was on the roof and spacious with VIPs who had no complaints about their privacy.
As Emily drew closer, her eyes scanned the place to see two pairs of couples and a small group of friends seated, talking with zeal. She saw the back of a man who lifted his Rolex to look at the time, the only person who was solo.
She could recognize that back anywhere.
Hurried steps were made to reach him.
Nicolas’s gaze met hers with mischief beneath a crinkled eye smile.
He’d somehow made it here before her.
“I’m sorry I’m late. I had to catch up with a friend and time slipped by.”
It wasn’t entirely a lie. She had seen an old friend before heading to the café where she unexpectedly ran into her mother.
“No worries, please, have a seat.”
Emily was touched when he pulled the chair out for her. She smiled at that and how he’d kept his promise of joining her. The more Nicolas did stuff like this, the more she saw the differences between him and Jake.
She also couldn’t help but remember how his lawyer said he hated tardiness, but that didn’t seem to be the case. He looked fine—fineindeed.
Her gaze trailed over her husband, licks of heat scorching her cheeks. “You look—” She cut herself off, swallowing harshly. “You look nice.”
The word ‘nice’ didn’t begin to cover it. He looked what Zariah describe as ‘downright fuckable’.
Emily was practically drooling.
She covered her mouth with a hand.
He wore a deep burgundy suit with a white square tucked inside the pockets. The silver glint of hiscuff linkscaught her eyes as he adjusted himself.
Had he changed just for this?
He nodded and dragged his gaze over her body. “Yes, you do look beautiful.”
Damn him.
She bit her lip as her blood burned hotter.
It was second nature to dress up just in case he came. Now that she knew he’d done the same, it oddly felt like they were on a date.
She hid her smile with the same hand still pressed to her mouth.
Nicolas gestured for the waiter to come over.
“Good evening,” the server greeted with a trained smile. “Is the lovely couple ready to place their orders?”
Emily ducked her head, using the menu to shield herface. God, she was acting like a schoolgirl but she couldn’t help it.
Nicolas smirked. “Yes, I’ll have the SousVideButter-Poached Lobster. How about you?”
She peered up when she realized he couldn’t be asking the waiter. “I’ll have thePenneAlfio, please. Oh, and the tomato bread.”
“For the drink, we’ll start with a Brunello di Montalcino. Something with a bit of age, the twenty-tens.”
The waiter bowed and quickly disappeared through the open doors.
Nicolas noticed Emily’s expression. “What are you smiling at?”
