After that prophetic comment, he steered their conversation to discussing business. Cat was dazed but sat attentively throughout the rest of the meal. It reassured him that he could shake her like that. His strategy of keeping her guessing while not trusting whatever bullshit fell from her mouth was going to work out perfectly. He would soon get all he wanted from her and then he would be the one doing the leaving.
Refusing dessert and coffee, the maître d' brought their coats as they got up to leave. "Thank you, Jeremy. The meal was sublime as always. Compliments to the chef."
"My pleasure, sir.... ma'am," He gave a pleased smile to Cat and then winked at him.
"Please come back soon. I'll give your regards to Chef Francis," Alex took her coat from Jeremy and held it out with a smirk on his beautiful face.
"Here, let me."
