Gavril
“Mr. Kirilenko,” the restaurant manager said, sweat dotting his forehead. “Please forgive me. That man will be barred from the restaurant. For life.”
“Good,” I said, an easy smile gracing my lips now. My blood was still drumming through my veins, and I wanted to f**k Naomi so hard that she saw stars, but I had promised her a dinner, and that was what she was going to get.
So I turned back to my wife, finding her watching me with wide eyes. Some color had come back to her cheeks, and she didn’t look thoroughly disgusted by what had happened.
Interesting. “Are you okay?” I asked, straightening the cuffs of my jacket.
“I am,” she replied softly.
The staff scurried around me, righting the things on our table, including a new tablecloth, and I sat down across from her, waiting unti
