Always Only You by Chloe Liese (z-lib.org).epub

scoops over her breasts, revealing mouthwatering cleavage that her fidget
necklace barely hides. Evening sunlight dances off of her collarbones, the tip of
her nose, and brings out the flecks of bronze in her hazel irises.
“You’re perfect,” I tell her.
Snorting, she laughs. “I’m far from perfect, but if you mean I’m
appropriately dressed, then I’ll take it.”
As I turn into the private valet parking entrance, Frankie sets a hand on my
thigh again, her voice softer. “But while we’re on the subject, you look pretty
perfect yourself, Zenzero.”
I glance down. I’m only wearing charcoal gray slacks and a white dress shirt,
sleeves cuffed, no tie. “You dressed me.”
“I did. I have excellent taste. And my muse is very handsome. Inspiration
wasn’t hard to come by.”
I smile as I turn off the engine. “Thank you, honey cakes.”
“They get worse and worse,” Frankie mutters. She cranes forward, glancing
up at the building’s brick façade. “What is this place?”
“A well-kept secret.”
She turns and gives me a narrow-eyed frown. “This better not be some
practical joke of a surprise party. I hate surprises.”
“I know you do, Frankie. It’s just you and me.”
Finally.
After a quick elevator ride, we’re led to our table overlooking the water.
Frankie settles into her seat, peering about analytically as I scooch in her chair.
“This place feels expensive, Søren.”
“Francesca. Please don’t do this.”
She raises her eyebrows. “Don’t do what?”
“Give me hell for taking you somewhere half decent and private to eat.” I
drop into my chair and open my menu. “We cook virtually every night. Chinese
is the rare splurge. I can spring for a meal out.”
She mumbles under her breath, lifts her menu, and opens it.
Peering around, I take in the space, then Frankie, who glances away from her
menu and stares out at the water, a private smile tilting her lips. It’s exactly what
I wanted, what I thought Frankie would want. The ocean behind us. Seclusion.
Heat lamps so she doesn’t get cold. And her favorite kind of food.
She returns to the menu, promptly drops it, and stares at me, slack jawed.
“It’s all burgers.”
“That’s the idea.”
“It’s like you’re trying to get laid or something, Zenzero.”
I smile as she bites her lip and tries not to smile back at me.