A small smile graced his lips "Bottle of pinot grigio and we will both be having the chefs special this evening" handing her back the menus.
I purse my lips "You could have least let me order my own meal what if I don't like the chefs special"
His eyes narrowed shaking his head
"You will enjoy the dish I guarantee you that. Besides been a stakeholder the chef is a personal friend of mine and he knows what I like"
"Oh" arrogant, rich bastard.
"How was your day?" cocking his head to one side.
"Busy"
"With whom" he asked tightly
"That's none of your business" I hiss "but if you must insist, I was with José my best friend since highschool"
"The computer greek" his jaw clenching, eyes burning. I blink as my irritation rose beyond calming points.
"I don't like sharing Emily, please remember that" his tone edging with a warning.
"You are not getting anything so there is no reason to worry about that Mr Carsarro" a trickle of fear blustering down my neck.
"I have a remedy for your sharp tongue Emily, the prefect cane"
I lean back keeping my chin up. Bastard can't intimidate me, nerves and huger attacking my stomach.
"How many have there been?"