Page 16 of Pursued By My Grumpy Fiancé
The flavorful red flows over my tongue, sweet and smooth. It’s the best wine that I’ve ever tasted. “You kind of killed my business.”
Landon blinks in surprise and moves a tomato over to his starter plate.
“How have I done that?” he asks, and then takes a bite. I watch as he savors it. I move a tomato over to my plate.
“You announced that I was engaged to you. Apparently, it would not be wise for most men to be seen out on a date with the fiancée of a renowned billionaire.” I take a bite of the tomato and let out an audible moan.
It’s amazing. I’ve never had food this amazing.
“Right.” He nods. “That makes sense. Smart men, your clientele seem to be.”
I roll my eyes.
“Whatever. So, why did you ask me here, really?” I ask, taking in another mouthful of delicious tomato.
“I want to get to know you,” he says.
I give him a skeptical look, and he continues, “I do. I realize that my initial approach may not have been the best.”
“Okay,” I say as I let the idea bounce around my head, “What do you want to know?”
“Everything,” he responds immediately.
I roll my eyes.
“Could you be more specific?” I ask.
“Well, what’s your favorite color?”
“Seriously? You asked me to lunch because you want to know my favorite color?”
“You’re trying to be difficult, right?” he asks with a hint of annoyance.
And I am, actually, but I don’t want to admit that to him.
“It’s green,” I finally say.
“Like your eyes.”
“No, lighter than that—You look at my eyes?” I ask suddenly.
He blinks and continues on like I didn’t say anything.
I’m surprised that he’s noticed me at all, but glad. It’s nice to be noticed by someone. Especially someone like Landon that’s famously hot.
“I know your mom is at the Oncology Institute. What kind of cancer does she have?” he asks.
“She has Ewing's Sarcoma. It’s metastasized in the last year, which is why she’s in experimental treatment. Speaking of, how did you know about that?” I ask, hoping to finally get an answer.
“There was a newspaper article that my head of security found that talked about the experimental treatment. Your mom gave a quote for the Oncology Institute,” he says passively.
I’m about to respond when Bastien comes back with our food. I feel almost overwhelmed by the food in front of me. It smells absolutely incredible.
“Hold that thought. I do have a response, but I want to try this immediately,” I say as I pick up my knife and fork and start carving. I swirl a piece of lamb in the mint sauce and pop it into my mouth.
“Mmmm,” I say as I close my eyes, savoring the flavor.
I open my eyes to Landon staring at me with an amused look on his face.
