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“I love it. You look like a model.”
No. I look like a Rapunzel rip-off.
Chase cleared his throat.
Oh god, I forgot.
“This is my boss, Mr. Chase Stone.” I gestured to him. “We’re here on business.”
Although Chase left his laptop in the limo.
“Well, not too much business I hope.” Gabe flashed me shiny white teeth. Our high school senior class had awarded him Best Smile. He’d maintained that awesome feature through the years, but now muscles replaced bony shoulders and pure adult confidence saturated his young awkwardness.
I held my hand up in mock salute. “I promise to make sure we enjoy the meal.”
“You’d better.” Gabe nodded. “And remember what I told you I would do if you ever came to the restaurant?”
Chase raised his dark eyebrows. “What did you tell her?”
I blinked. “He swore he would execute the perfect food experience for me.”
“Yes. I did.” Gabe bowed. “All you have to say is chef’s choice and I’ll create a series of excellent dishes. My chef de cuisine gave me his approval when he realized you were coming. I’ve told him all about you of course.”
I shook my head. “Not tonight. I’m sure that’s expensive. I’ll come back another time–”
“No.” Chase waved my response away. “Give us the chef’s choice. A white wine for me and your best red for Jasmine.”
He knows I love red wine? Good guess.
“My pleasure.” Gabe bowed again and left.
Chase watched me. “So he’s never asked you out?”
“What? Gabe?” I scrunched my face in horror. “No way. We’re just really good friends from the neighborhood. We’ve managed to stay in contact because we both love food.”
“He likes you.”
“What makes you say that?”
A waiter set two glasses of wine on the table.
“It’s obvious, Jasmine.
I sampled the wine and hummed a little.
This is perfect.
Chase appeared startled. “Did you just moan?”
I cringed. “No.”
“Yes, you did. I thought I was imagining you moaning during lunch today, but you moaned then too, right?”
I cringed again. “Nope.”
His lips widened to a smile. “Your love of dining is pretty serious. Isn’t it?”
“I do tend to have orgasms in restaurants.” I covered my mouth with my hand. What the hell, Jasmine? Things were starting to get too comfortable. “I’m sorry. I mean—”
