As the sun began to set, casting a warm golden glow over the city, Emily found herself pleasantly surprised when Victor suggested they continue their evening with dinner rather than returning directly to Whitmore Manor. Her heart fluttered with a mix of excitement and uncertainty as Victor directed William to drive them to an exclusive restaurant in the heart of London.
"I hope you don't mind, Miss Whitmore," Victor said, his voice smooth and gentle. "I thought it might be nice to discuss our ideas further over a meal. Unless, of course, you have other engagements this evening?"
Emily's mind raced. Was this still strictly business, or was there something more to Victor's invitation? She felt a warmth creeping into her cheeks as she replied, "Not at all, Mr. Mallory. I'd be delighted to join you for dinner."
As they drove through the bustling streets of London, Emily found herself sneaking glances at Victor. His profile was striking in the fading light, his features strong and defined. She couldn't help but admire his poise and confidence.
*Is this really happening?* Emily thought to herself. *Am I reading too much into this? Surely, he's just being polite and professional...*
Her inner monologue was interrupted as they pulled up to a stunning Art Deco building. The restaurant's facade was elegant and timeless, with soft lighting that gave it a romantic ambience. Emily's breath caught in her throat as she realized where they were.
"Le Papillon?" she gasped. "Victor, this is one of the most exclusive restaurants in London. How did you manage to get a reservation on such short notice?"
Victor's smile was enigmatic as he exited the car and came around to open her door. "I have my ways, Miss Whitmore. Shall we?"
As Victor offered his arm to escort her inside, Emily felt a thrill run through her. His touch, even through the fabric of her blazer, sent a shiver down her spine.
*Stop it, Emily,* she chided herself. *This is still a business dinner. Don't let your imagination run wild.*
But as they entered the restaurant, Emily couldn't help but be swept away by the romantic atmosphere. The soft lighting, the gentle strains of a string quartet playing in the background, the intimate tables set with fine china and crystal – it all seemed more suited to a romantic date than a business meeting.
Victor guided her to their table, pulling out her chair with a flourish before seating himself across from her. As they perused the menus, Emily found it difficult to concentrate on the elaborate French descriptions. Her mind was too busy analyzing every nuance of Victor's behaviour.
*He's being so attentive,* she thought. *The way he looks at me when I speak, how he leans in slightly... Is he just being polite, or is there something more?*
"Please, order whatever you'd like," Victor said, his voice pulling her from her reverie. "I recommend the duck confit, it's superb here."
As they placed their orders, Emily tried to calm her racing thoughts. She reminded herself that Victor was a businessman and that this was likely just his way of building a good working relationship. And yet...
The conversation flowed easily as they waited for their meals, touching on various aspects of their project. Emily found herself once again impressed by Victor's knowledge and vision. There was something magnetic about the way he spoke, the passion in his eyes when he discussed their plans.
*Focus, Emily,* she scolded herself. *This is about the business. Don't let your silly crush cloud your judgment.*
As their main courses arrived, Victor steered the conversation in a more personal direction. "Tell me, Miss Whitmore," he said, his voice warm and interested, "what was your childhood like? Growing up in such a prominent family must have been quite an experience."
Emily was taken aback by the question. It seemed so... personal. Not at all what she'd expect from a business dinner. She took a sip of water to gather her thoughts before responding.
"It was... complex," she said finally. "There were certainly privileges, but also a great deal of pressure. My sister Sarah was always the one groomed to take over the family business. I often felt like I was in her shadow."
Victor's expression softened, a look of understanding in his eyes. "That must have been difficult. And yet, here you are, proving yourself more than capable of standing on your own merits."
Emily felt a warmth bloom in her chest at his words. Was he really seeing her, not just as a Whitmore, but as her own person?
"Thank you, Victor," she said softly. "That means a lot to me. What about you? What was your childhood like?"
A shadow seemed to pass over Victor's face for a moment, so quickly that Emily wasn't sure if she had imagined it. "My childhood was... challenging," he said after a pause. "But it shaped me into who I am today. I learned early on the value of hard work and perseverance."
Emily found herself intrigued by the hint of mystery in his words. There was clearly more to Victor's past than he was letting on, and she felt a sudden desire to know everything about him.
As they continued to talk, Emily found herself opening up more than she had intended. There was something about Victor that made her feel at ease, that made her want to share parts of herself she usually kept hidden.
*This feels so natural,* she thought. *Like we've known each other for years, not weeks. Is it possible he feels it too?*
When their plates were cleared, Victor ordered a bottle of champagne. "To celebrate a successful day," he said, raising his glass in a toast. "And to new beginnings."
The phrase sent a thrill through Emily. *New beginnings? What does he mean by that?*
As they sipped their champagne, the string quartet began playing a hauntingly beautiful melody. Emily closed her eyes for a moment, letting the music wash over her.
"You enjoy the music?" Victor asked, his voice soft.
Emily opened her eyes to find him watching her intently. "Very much," she replied. "I've always loved the violin. There's something so... passionate about it."
A small smile played at the corners of Victor's mouth. "Indeed. Passion is a powerful force, don't you think? In music, in business... in life."
Emily felt her heart skip a beat at his words. The way he was looking at her, the intensity in his eyes – it was almost too much to bear.
*Is this really happening?* she wondered. *Or am I imagining it all?*
As they finished their champagne, Victor suggested they share a dessert. "The chocolate soufflé here is divine," he said. "Would you care to try it?"
Emily nodded, not trusting her voice at that moment. As they waited for the dessert to arrive, she found herself studying Victor's face, trying to read his intentions. He was so composed, so controlled – and yet, there were moments when she thought she saw something more in his eyes, a flicker of... what? Attraction? Interest? Or was it just her own hopes reflected back at her?
The soufflé arrived, a perfect golden dome accompanied by two spoons. As they began to eat, Emily couldn't help but feel like this was the most intimate moment of the evening. Sharing a dessert, their spoons occasionally clinking together – it felt almost like a courtship ritual.
*Stop it,* she told herself firmly. *You're being ridiculous. He's just being polite. This is still about business.*
And yet, as they neared the bottom of the soufflé, Emily couldn't shake the feeling that something was about to change. The air between them felt charged, electric with possibility.
As she took another bite, Emily suddenly felt something solid in her mouth. Something round and smooth that definitely wasn't part of the dessert. Her eyes widened in surprise as she discreetly removed the object, hiding it in her napkin.
Her heart pounding, Emily glanced up at Victor, wondering if he had noticed. His expression was unreadable, his eyes fixed on her face with an intensity that made her breath catch.
*What is this?* Emily wondered, her mind racing. *Is it... could it be...?*
The mysterious object felt heavy in her hand, hidden beneath the napkin. Emily's thoughts were a whirlwind of confusion and excitement. Had Victor planned this? Was this some sort of... proposal? But that was impossible. They barely knew each other. And yet...
She looked up at Victor again, searching his face for any clue as to what was happening. His expression remained impassive, but there was a glint in his eye that suggested he was waiting for something.
"Is everything alright, Miss Whitmore?" he asked, his voice low and smooth.
Emily swallowed hard, trying to find her voice. "I... I'm not sure," she managed to say. "There was something... in the desert."
Victor raised an eyebrow, a look of concern crossing his face. "Something in the dessert? That's most unusual. May I see?"
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