head-on. His blue eyes showed a mixture of anxiety and irritation.
Not too old , Sarah thought. She wondered which part made him uncomfortable. Was it that he was older or just that she’d asked? Greg must have known how old she was, considering he had taken the liberty of rearranging her life.
“You’re not too old.” She smiled at him.
“What does that mean?” He inclined his head. The blushing radiance of the candle’s glow hit his face, highlighting the angular planes of his features.
“Nothing. You have accomplished quite a lot at a very young age,” she commented, and he flushed. Good thing he wasn’t wearing a tie—she imagined he’d be tugging at it by now.
Greg ignored her comment and picked up the menu. “Let’s order.”
Sarah decided not to press. If he found the statement offensive, he should’ve said so. She had nothing against honesty, but to each his own, right? Picking up the menu, she began to turn the pages. French? Lord, what have I gotten myself into?
Geoduck, Foie Gras, Skate. Her eyes widened at the prices. Nervous, she kept leafing through the menu until she found a less expensive option she could live with—pasta.
Sarah had never imagined ordering dinner could be a taxing experience until then. She glanced around and noted the crowd with unease.
The sommelier came back with their wine, a big grin on his face. A stout man with a big belly, he presented the bottle to Greg with a flourish. Greg, in turn, scrutinized the label and placed his hand on the bottle like he was caressing it. After the cork had been removed, the wine expert poured a small amount into Greg’s glass through an odd-looking funnel. Greg lifted it to his face, and Sarah watched with open interest while he took his time to first inhale deeply and then take a sip, rolling it along his tongue.
He nodded to the sommelier, appearing pleased with his selection. The wine steward started pouring the thick, red liquid into her glass before adding more to Greg’s. She picked up the wide-mouthed, round glass to take a sip, when Greg coughed a little and lifted his glass to her. Embarrassed, Sarah pretended to sniff the bouquet before tilting her glass in Greg’s direction, just like she’d seen many times on television.
“Here’s to a fabulous year for you at Columbia.” He smiled and gave her glass a gentle tap with his.
The statement confused her, but she said nothing. Instead, she replied with a dazzling smile and brought the glass to her lips. The first swallow came as a shock. The foreign taste made her want to spit out the wine, but she held herself in check. There was no need to embarrass herself and Greg.
After their orders were taken, she began to relax, loving the warming effect of the wine in her system. It made her feel like she could chat all night.
“So, tell me about yourself,” she said. If Greg knew everything concerning her life, then she needed to catch up and get some juicy tidbits about him, too.
“Can we not talk about me? Let’s talk about you.” He took a long and satisfying sip of his wine.
“You know everything about me already. You stalked me, remember?” She raised a brow, challenging him to deny it.
Greg shook his head, as if telling her not to go there. He sighed before offering a small amount of information about himself. “I’m an only child. I have an undergraduate degree from NYU, and I took my master’s at Wharton’s.”
“Impressive.” Wharton was one of the most prestigious business schools in the country. Sarah took another sip of wine. “Any other interesting information you want to share with me?”
“That’s about it. As I said—”
“Gregory, honey!” A sultry, female voice cut him off mid-sentence.
They both looked in the direction of the interruption but not before Sarah caught a glimpse of Greg’s grim expression.
The woman approaching them looked like someone who had just walked out of a fashion magazine. She was tall, leggy,
Not too old , Sarah thought. She wondered which part made him uncomfortable. Was it that he was older or just that she’d asked? Greg must have known how old she was, considering he had taken the liberty of rearranging her life.
“You’re not too old.” She smiled at him.
“What does that mean?” He inclined his head. The blushing radiance of the candle’s glow hit his face, highlighting the angular planes of his features.
“Nothing. You have accomplished quite a lot at a very young age,” she commented, and he flushed. Good thing he wasn’t wearing a tie—she imagined he’d be tugging at it by now.
Greg ignored her comment and picked up the menu. “Let’s order.”
Sarah decided not to press. If he found the statement offensive, he should’ve said so. She had nothing against honesty, but to each his own, right? Picking up the menu, she began to turn the pages. French? Lord, what have I gotten myself into?
Geoduck, Foie Gras, Skate. Her eyes widened at the prices. Nervous, she kept leafing through the menu until she found a less expensive option she could live with—pasta.
Sarah had never imagined ordering dinner could be a taxing experience until then. She glanced around and noted the crowd with unease.
The sommelier came back with their wine, a big grin on his face. A stout man with a big belly, he presented the bottle to Greg with a flourish. Greg, in turn, scrutinized the label and placed his hand on the bottle like he was caressing it. After the cork had been removed, the wine expert poured a small amount into Greg’s glass through an odd-looking funnel. Greg lifted it to his face, and Sarah watched with open interest while he took his time to first inhale deeply and then take a sip, rolling it along his tongue.
He nodded to the sommelier, appearing pleased with his selection. The wine steward started pouring the thick, red liquid into her glass before adding more to Greg’s. She picked up the wide-mouthed, round glass to take a sip, when Greg coughed a little and lifted his glass to her. Embarrassed, Sarah pretended to sniff the bouquet before tilting her glass in Greg’s direction, just like she’d seen many times on television.
“Here’s to a fabulous year for you at Columbia.” He smiled and gave her glass a gentle tap with his.
The statement confused her, but she said nothing. Instead, she replied with a dazzling smile and brought the glass to her lips. The first swallow came as a shock. The foreign taste made her want to spit out the wine, but she held herself in check. There was no need to embarrass herself and Greg.
After their orders were taken, she began to relax, loving the warming effect of the wine in her system. It made her feel like she could chat all night.
“So, tell me about yourself,” she said. If Greg knew everything concerning her life, then she needed to catch up and get some juicy tidbits about him, too.
“Can we not talk about me? Let’s talk about you.” He took a long and satisfying sip of his wine.
“You know everything about me already. You stalked me, remember?” She raised a brow, challenging him to deny it.
Greg shook his head, as if telling her not to go there. He sighed before offering a small amount of information about himself. “I’m an only child. I have an undergraduate degree from NYU, and I took my master’s at Wharton’s.”
“Impressive.” Wharton was one of the most prestigious business schools in the country. Sarah took another sip of wine. “Any other interesting information you want to share with me?”
“That’s about it. As I said—”
“Gregory, honey!” A sultry, female voice cut him off mid-sentence.
They both looked in the direction of the interruption but not before Sarah caught a glimpse of Greg’s grim expression.
The woman approaching them looked like someone who had just walked out of a fashion magazine. She was tall, leggy,
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