IT took weeks to reserve a table in the famous Italian Restaurant where Riley stepped foot a minute ago. Although the food was a bit pricey but the service and the meal were worth it. The location was in the heart of the city, too.
A staff guided her to the table reserved by the person who called her office for a meeting a day ago. A muscular man was waiting. He has started on a drink already.
“Buonasera, Signora.” He greeted as he stood.
He pulled a chair for Riley before he went back to the chair he previously occupied.
The alpha followed his hand when it went to the highball glass with a half-empty brown-colored liquid.
“I hope you don’t mind.” He raised the glass but placed it back on the table without taking a sip.
“It’s alright.”
“We should order. The steak here is to die
