Sophia
I arrived at Le Maison fifteen minutes late on purpose.
Weston stood as I approached the table. “I was starting to think you weren’t going to show.”
I took my seat and folded a napkin across my lap. “I said I would, so I’m here. Though, why couldn’t we just have dinner in one of the restaurants at The Countess?”
“This one has dancing. I thought you might enjoy feeling my body pressed up against yours when we’re in public. I mean, we know how much you like it in private.”
“I’m not dancing with you.”
Instead of my refusal annoying him, Weston flashed his million-dollar smile. He really had a fantastic smile…which was irritating beyond belief. But I was hellbent on maintaining my composure this evening.
A waiter came over and asked if we’d like to see the wine menu. I took it an
