Page 93 of Sinful Betrayal
Our first stop of the evening is an intimate Italian restaurant in Soho calledAntonio’s. There’s barely a dozen tables, with each one lit by candlelight.
I was tempted to book the whole place out, but part of the charm of this place is the ambiance. There’s even someone playing a small piano in the corner, and you can easily spend the whole night here drinking good wine and enjoying the music.
I don’t miss the way all eyes turn to Nina as we walk to the only remaining free table. I tighten my arm around her waist, and she laughs under her breath at my possessiveness.
“I’m here with you tonight.” She looks up at me, pressing a quick kiss to the corner of my mouth.
“Am I being that obvious?”
“Yes.” She laughs. “But I like it.”
I pull out her chair and when she sits down, I gently lean in and press a quick kiss to her shoulder.
Her skin pebbles from my touch, and I inhale the sweet floral scent of her before reluctantly dragging myself away to take the seat opposite.
“Ah, this is where your favorite pizza is from.” Nina chuckles as she scans the menu.
“You remembered?”
“Of course, I did.”
My chest swells as I stare at the woman sitting opposite me.
How could I have gotten so lucky?
After we order and the waiter brings us two glasses of champagne, I raise my glass.
“What are we toasting to?” She bites her lower lip.
“You.”
She blushes as we clink our glasses together.
“Who knew you were such a romantic.” She leans forward to rest her elbows on the table.
“I promised you I would take you somewhere romantic.”
“Can I tell you something?” She nibbles on her lower lip.
“Of course,lapochka.”
“I’ve never been on a date before. My father never allowed it.”
I reach for her hand and gently stroke my thumb along her knuckles.
“Then I feel immensely honored that I get to be the one to take you on your first date.”
Once our food arrives, Nina relaxes a little more and starts to tell me all about the Winter showcase that her school is putting on.
I stare at her, completely mesmerized as she talks.
My eyes move from her soft, pouty lips to her long delicate neck down to the swells of her breasts.
I want nothing more than to rip that dress right off her but unfortunately, I made other plans for after dinner.
I keep my hand on Nina’s thigh as we drive through Soho. I give no indication of where we’re going, wanting to see the look ofsurprise on Nina’s face when she realizes the next part of the evening.
When we eventually park outside the Lincoln Center, Nina’s eyes widen as she takes in the posters hanging up outside.