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Lachlan had offered a safe, secure option, and yet I’d opened my window to a mystery man instead.

Something about that stranger on that night had seemed easier than the rejection I might’ve gotten from the confident man I’d sat across from sipping a cappuccino. Lachlan was real, offered the possibility of an actual connection, whereas my vigilante had been a mere fantasy.

So imagine my surprise when reality actually turned out to be better than the dream.

Last night had been incredible. Finally getting my hands on Lachlan had been nothing short of spectacular. His body was a work of art. We’d been in sync, as if we’d done this all before, our bodies knowing exactly what the other wanted without a word said.

So knowing he had no regrets just made everything even more perfect.

“Hi there.”

I shook myself out of my thoughts and glanced up to see a woman with sweeping black bangs, a high ponytail, and a wide smile.

“Are you ready to place your order?”

“I…” I looked back to the menu and frowned. “I’m not sure.”

“I understand. There’s a lot of good choices on there.” She tapped the screen of her small tablet.

“You’re telling me. I, um, I was wondering if you could maybe bring me a price list? I know they’re not listed because most people that come here probably have unlimited credit cards or whatever, but I’m, uh, not that person, so…”

“Oh, you don’t have to worry about that.” She chuckled. “There’s no payment taken here.”

I blinked at her, sure I’d misheard. “Excuse me?”

“There are no prices on the menu because we don’t take payment. Your meals are part of your membership whenever you’re here. You must be new.”

What kind of membership fees covered meals like this whenever someone wanted them? Extraordinarily expensive ones, I assumed.

“Sir?”

“Sorry. I’m not new, I’m a guest.”

“My apologies. If you’re a guest here, the same rules apply. The meals are taken care of by your host’s account.”

So Lachlan would be picking up this tab?

Order anything you like.They were his exact words, and didn’t he mention having some kind of clout in the restaurant? Maybe that was why he’d given me carte blanche.

Who in the hell was he that he could afford meals like this?

“Let’s go with the white truffle pizza.”

“That’s an excellent choice. Will your host be joining you?”

“Yes, so if you could wait until he arrives to start?”

“Of course. Would you like anything to drink?”

Almost afraid to know what was onthatmenu, I stuck with water and watched as she headed off to put in my order.

I relaxed back into the leather cushion of the booth and took a moment to look at my surroundings now that I’d done the impossible and picked something to eat. Men of varying ages sat at tables and booths much like the one I was in, chatting amongst themselves.

It was interesting to note that while all the men were impeccably dressed, they weren’t all decked out in suits like Lachlan preferred. Not that I was complaining. I’d recently discovered that watching him take a suit off was a brand-new fetish of mine. One I planned to indulge in as long as he would allow.

A couple of men were laughing at something as they sipped on what was, no doubt, the most expensive coffee in New York. A table of four to their left were sharing what looked like a steaming pan of paella.

Anything you wanted, at any time of the day, was at your fingertips. This place was slightly intimidating.

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