Page 89 of A Dangerous Kind of Love

I yank my hand back. “You’re such an ass.”

He looks at me, still smiling. “And you like it.”

I do, but I refuse to admit it.

“How was your food?” he asks, leaning back again.

“You watched me eat it,” I mutter. “You already know.”

His mouth twitches. “You about ready to head out?”

I push my straw through the ice and take a long drink.

“Yeah. I’m good.”

He signals, and the server appears.

“We’ll take the check.”

“Yes, Mr. Amato,” she says quickly, almost bowing before she rushes off.

I lean across the table, tilting my head. “It’s kind of crazy.”

His eyes shift to mine. “What is?”

“The way she looks at you.” I tap my straw against the rim of my glass. “You could ask her for a blow job right now, and she’d probably thank you for it.”

He doesn’t hesitate.

“I’ll wait until you give me one.”

The laugh hits me before I can stop it. I press my hand to my mouth, but it doesn’t help. He breaks a second later, head tipping forward, a laugh ripping out of him that turns heads.

“Mr. Amato, is everything okay?”

I look up, and a man in a suit stands at our table.

Michael clears his throat, still smiling. “Yes. Everything is fine.”

“Good. Good. How was your dinner tonight? The service?” His eyes move to me briefly before returning to Michael.

“Everything was wonderful.”

“That is wonderful to hear. You know how much we value you and your opinion.”

Michael glances at me, that little grin still there. “Charles, I’d like to introduce you to my girlfriend, Katie.”

Charles’s eyes widen slightly.

“Katie,” Michael says, turning his head toward me, “Charles is the owner of Dominico’s.”

I look back at him.

“Nice to meet you,” I say.

“Miss Katie,” Charles says, giving me a respectful nod, “it’s truly a pleasure to have you with us this evening. I hope everything was to your liking.”

“It was. Thank you.”