“I might be many things, Vivienne. But I’m never like that. You are…” Mine… That unspoken word roared between us as the waiter neared and placed a plate down in front of me. That’s what he wanted to say, wasn’t it? That I belonged to him. Three million dollars, remember? Heat burned in my cheeks again as the waiter straightened. “Pan-seared sea scallops in brine butter sauce,” he announced softly.
I BREEZED OVER EVERYTHING BUT THE DIALOGUE AND THOUGHT HE CALLED HER PAN-SEARED SEA SCALLOPS HELLLPPP
