“Jackson brought the back of her hand to his mouth and kissed her skin. After opening the restaurant door, he ushered her quickly inside. “Good evening, Mr. Laurant. Right this way.” Jackson slipped his arm around her waist and drew her into him.
Carlie sucked in a slight breath with every touch of hip to thigh. The maître d’ led them through the packed house. She peeked at her date who seemed pleased as punch his place was full of happy customers.
“This is beautiful. I’ve never been in a rest...aurant this nice.” She was impressed by the warm colors and exquisite décor.
“This was my grandma’s pride and joy. The first thing I did with my money was a total renovation for her, wanted her to love this place even more.” They entered his private dining room. Jackson pulled her chair out for her, she sat and he pushed her in.
“Are you kidding me?” She grinned as he smoothed down his dress shirt and took a seat. “This place is fabulous, how could she not?”
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