A Dinner Or A Trap?

Vivienne Dempsey sat at the table with the candle light flickering over her face, as she nervously smoothed down her dress. She wondered if he would come or if he would ghost her.

However, int he next moment, she scoffed inwardly. No one had ever ghosted her to this day, so of course he wasn't going to be doing that. And he's gladly accepted her invitation so he should be here.

As she glanced at her watch for the umpteenth time, the soft chime of the doorbell echoed through the room. Her breath caught in her throat as she watched him step into the restaurant. He really was a beautiful man. If only he had not been Sebastian Frost's assistant, she would have asked him out for a date instead of a simpe dinner to thank him. What a waste.