Shirley dabbed her mouth with her napkin as Chatham’s butler took her plate away. The food had been amazing, as it always was. She’d had steak with scalloped potatoes and seasoned squash. It was delicious every time she had dinner at Chatham’s home. The evenings were always so beautiful and they didn’t even have to go out anywhere; Chatham’s dining room was just like having your very own five-star restaurant in your home.
Chatham was watching her finish her meal with keyed interest, his sparkling blue eyes looking right through her with amused defiance, as if he was daring her confidence. She had seen that look on his face several times before and it usually meant that they would be in the bedroom soon - after they had a few drinks in the living room to talk and let the food settle.
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