Rory’s POV
I feel the heat rise up my cheeks as I stare at him, at the raw honesty that shines there as he watches me.
‘I . . I meant to eat’ I stammer out.
Marcus smirks, ‘I know’ he replies, before picking up his own menu and perusing them. ‘I think I’ll have the salmon’ he adds thoughtfully, before lifting his gaze to me again, ‘what about you Rory? . . . can I interest you in the Salmon, or maybe you’d prefer . . a bit of meat.’
I cover my face with my menu, hiding as his rich velvety chuckle wafts across the table. Dammit, I really wanted steak! But can I order it after that? Every time I take a bite I’ll be thinking of other things I could put in my mouth and this is way too nice of a restaurant for me to be thinking such things.
My cheeks are burning just from the thought of wh
