Caught Between Two Billionaires - Skye Warren Page 0,86
you why hasn’t he said so? my brain fires back.
Every muscle in my body is strung tight like strings in a violin, being strummed with every step I take. A crowd gathers outside the restaurant, all of them trying to fit into the small bar area that doesn’t require reservations. The air smells like wine and cheese and sex, a decadent combination.
A slender blond hostess gives me a rather harsh once over. Maybe my black suit isn’t what women usually wear here, but this is a business dinner. If the setting is a power move by Christopher, then the suit is my response. And on the one percent chance he’s here to declare his love for me?
Don’t sell yourself short, he wrote in that letter.
If that’s what happens at least my legs looks pretty hot in this pencil skirt, if I do say so myself.
The hostess leads me deep into the restaurant, closer and closer to the kitchen, until I’m wondering if she’s going to push me out the back door. She pushes through the sleek swinging doors that reveal bustling men and women wearing white, steam rising from cast iron pots, delicious scents swirling through the air. A small table is set up only a few feet away from the bustle, a pristine white tablecloth on it, a bottle of Dom chilling in an ice bucket.
Christopher stands, impeccable in a black suit that neatly mirrors mine.
Without the cleavage, of course.
“Good evening,” he says, as casually as if he saw me last week instead of six months ago.
“Christopher,” I say, in case he hasn’t noticed. A table like this is reserved for VIPs or very special guests. Or ones with deep pockets. “This is the chef’s table. We’re sitting at the chef’s table in Koi.”
“Is that good? I thought they just ran out of regular tables.”
“Did you just make a joke. Oh my God. You did.”
The chef chooses that moment to introduce himself, a rather effusive man with a comforting smile and a thick Japanese accent. He says he’ll forgive that we drink champagne as long as we try the sake pairing he sends with every course. And he personally serves the amuse bouche, a tuna sashimi lollie on a fennel cilantro salad with ponzu dressing that makes me moan despite myself.
“Dear God,” I say when we’re alone again, my eyes still closed with the wonder of that single bite. There’s salt and citrus, and basically this is what heaven tastes like. “Did you spend all two billion dollars to get this table? Because it’s worth it.”
When I open my eyes Christopher is watching me, a strange expression on his face. He hasn’t touched the plate in front of him. He seems more interested in the way that I dip my finger in the ponzu dressing and lime foam to savor the last drops. I’m not sure that love is on the table, but if the glitter in his eyes is anything to go by, sex is definitely an option.
“One billion,” he says, almost absently.
I blink. “What?”
“Only one billion is mine. The other half belongs to Sutton.”
It’s like a bucket of cold water dumped over my head. “Why did you bring me here?”
One dark eyebrow rises. “You’re the one who insisted we meet in person.”
“And you’re the one who brought me here.”
The long pause that follows isn’t filled with hearts and roses. He does not secretly love me, and I feel like a fool for even considering the possibility. Because he took me out to dinner? It’s really a good thing I don’t date much, because I’m terrible at it.
“I invested in the restaurant,” he says finally. “It helps to have your take.”
“Because I have such a refined palate?”
“Because you were born rich,” he says, his voice flat. “You know what rich people like.”
It takes my breath away, and I’m left staring at him with the most incredible taste on my tongue. That’s all I am to him? A rich girl with nothing better to do with my time than give him advice on his new restaurant? Meanwhile I was gullible enough to think he actually wanted to spend time with me. It isn’t right. It isn’t fair, but then Christopher Bardot has never played fair.
The chef returns with an oyster for each of us, with a strawberry fish sauce, compressed strawberries, and coriander blossoms. It’s definitely the most beautiful oyster I’ve ever seen. Christopher is the one who takes a bite first, letting it slide into his mouth in