Chapter Eight
Diego
Gemma took a bite of halibut and let out a moan as she swallowed. “Oh, my God,” she said when she finished chewing. “That’s incredible.”
I knew she was commenting on the food, obviously, but I was focused on the sight of her tongue darting out to catch a drop of sauce on the corner of her mouth and thinking I shouldn’t be so turned on by watching her eat.
“I don’t think I’ve had that yet,” I replied, managing to drag my brain back to the topic at hand.
“You have to have a bite,” she insisted.
She pushed her plate closer, so I took a bite. The halibut was flaky, but also rich with a creamy texture. It had been drizzled with some kind of a lemon dill sauce.
“Absolutely delicious,” I offered.
“I see why this place is so busy.” She glanced around the restaurant, tak
