A couple days later, Jett had finally taken his wife on the long overdue date night. Wearing a slinky barley-there dress that fit her curves to perfection, she was stunning. Her raven hair pulled into a messy bun and her signature red lips made her look like the superstar she was.
As they walked through the restaurant Jett strutted in like he was the luckiest man in the room. Straightening his red tie, he nodded to people as they passed several tables, greeting them as went.
Pulling out her chair for her, Bella started giggling uncontrollably as he acted smooth and a little cocky. Going to the other side he looked at her with night but utter lust as he sat in his seat and waved over the waiter.
"Two glasses of your best red wine and a menu please. My lady and I are on date so get her whatever she wants."
"Right away sir," the waiter agreed as his eyes veered nonchalantly at Bella's cleavage.
