Page 6 of The Billionaire's Baby
Adira laughed and settled back in the seat. They idly chatted until the limo pulled in front of the restaurant. From there they were ushered to one of the most amazing booths with high back mahogany walls that blocked them from other patrons. The seats were made of soft red suede and she ran her hand over the material appreciatively as they sat down.
“My good friend, I thought you’d forgotten about my cooking!”
Adira looked over to see Chef Michael walking towards them. Many of the restaurant patrons began looking around to see who could bring the famous chef out of his kitchen.
Favian stood and embraced the man. “Michael, how are you?”
“Single, bored, but now I see this beauty beside you, I may change my mind,” Michael teased. “Hello, my beauty, and how can I coerce you from this man and into my kitchen where I will shower you with such culinary delights you will be in awe?”
“If you promise me chocolate truffles, I’ll be yours,” Adira teased.
Michael clasped his hands over his chest. “Be still my heart, she is from the United Kingdom. I must have you.”
“You promised you’d only be mine. I’m devastated,” Favian joked, smiling at Adira and then turned to Michael. “Hands off, this gem is mine, Michael, but I will allow you to feed us.”
“I don’t recall promising you that,” Adira teased. “He has desserts. I can’t deny my love of sweets.”
“Michael, stop trying to plunder my date,” Favian said mildly. “Don’t make me bring out your lecherous behavior.”
Michael gave a dramatic sigh. “Very well. I shall give you my best and leave this ravishing creature alone.” The waitress came over with menus and the chef waved her away. “No menus here. I create and you shall dine.” He kissed Adira’s hand. “I am now your servant for life since you have my unrequited love.”
He walked away blowing a kiss back at her and Adira laughed. “He’s quite a character.”
Favian took a sip of the wine the waitress had just poured and nodded his thanks to her. “He is, but don’t be fooled. If you had given him an in, he would have swept you up from my table.”
“Would you have been upset?” Adira took a sip from her own glass.
Favian met her gaze. “It may have caused the end of a ten-year friendship.”
“Oh, you and your flattery,” she said.
“I’m quite serious, Adira Potts. I plan to lay claim to you.”
“What if I refuse?” she asked.
“Do you plan to?”
“I don’t think so, but you never know,” Adira said.
“I love a challenge,” he murmured and left it at that.
The night went marvelously. They chatted and ate some of the most amazing dishes she had ever tasted. Favian fed her a bite of his steak with caramelized onions with an apple wine reduction. Her angel hair pasta with white wine cream sauce and grilled portabella mushrooms was heaven. In the end, she did have her chocolate truffle cake and almost had a serious relationship with it right there in the booth.
After another decadent moan, Favian looked at her and said, “Please stop doing that.”
“What?” she asked curiously and took another bite. “Mmm. Oh, my God, this is so good.”
“Those noises of pleasure, the sound of your voice… If you don’t stop, we may give Michael’s restaurant a different reputation because I will take you on this table and lick that dessert off your skin,” Favian answered honestly, desire evident in his voice.
“Oh, okay.” Adira didn’t know what to say.
“Come home with me and have coffee, more chocolate cake and maybe a movie?” Favian asked.
Do I dare? You know what will happen if you do. You won’t deny him when he touches you and kisses you. Yet the answer that came to her lips was one of acceptance. “I’d love that, thank you.”
Michael refused to let Favian pay for dinner and sent Adira on her way with a kiss on the lips and two slices of dessert. The night only had a hint of a chill when they stepped outside. The ride to his brownstone took about half an hour and she noticed by the street numbers that he lived on the exclusive upper east side. The brownstone lamp fixtures and railings seem to gleam in the night. He held her hand and walked up the steps just as someone opened the door for them.
“Good evening, Mason. What are you still doing up?” Favian’s voice was gentle as if he was speaking to an old friend instead of someone who worked for him. Adira looked at the older man who had a kind, small smile and instantly warmed to him.
“You know me, Favian. I need to make sure you get home okay.” Mason grinned.
