Chapter 46
“Sure.” Anastasia distri’t ask any rations and just hopped in the ear
The car cruised smothly through the city and soon pulled up at this gorgeous Trench restaurant
Anastasia looked a little surprised. This was Le Jardin Noir, à famous upscale place in the Upper East S
Tamia had taved shout it before.
It was just pretty far from where they lived, so she’d never gotten around to trying it.
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Looking at the valet stand packed with luxury cars, you could tell this place was absolutely exclusive–the kind of spot where you’d need reservations
But this restaurant was owned by Cassian’s childhood friend Yinsen Hunter, secone quick call had scored them the best private dining room with floor–to–ceiling windows merlooking Central Park
The restaurant had this stunning French bistro aesthetic–all dark wood, crystal chandeliers, and elegant Art Deco touches
When Anastasia walked in and saw the park view stretching out below, she couldn’t help but whistle softly.
“Oh My, this view is insane,” she said, watching people strolling through the tree–lined paths.
The maitre d led Cassian and Anastasia to their private room, which had these beautiful French doors and vintage Parisian decor throughout.
Anastasia was totally captivated, taking in every detail.
The walls even had what looked like original Impressionist paintings
Anastasia’s eyes went wide–whoever owned this place had incredible taste and deep pockets.
She knew enough about art to recognize these were probably authentic pieces worth serious money.
Cassian caught her reaction. “You like here?”
Anastasia nodded enthusiastically. “Love it This place is amazing,”
“Glad you like it.” Cassian signaled for their server to come take their order.
After hanging out together for a while, Cassian had figured out Anastasia’s food preferences pretty well.
Le Jardin Noir happened to have several dishes right up her alloy
Cassian quickly ordered for both of them.
Anastasia gazed out at the park scenery, feeling totally zen.
Before their appetizers arrived, Anastasia excused herself to hit the restroom.
The second she left, there was a knock on their private dining room door before it opened.
Cassian glanced up to see Yinsen standing there grinning.
He raised an eyebrow, his tone dry. “What’s up, man?
“What, I can’t check on my own place? You could’ve given me a heads up you were coming–I would’ve booked you up with the full treatment “Truth
$on was curious as hell.
He’d heard from the staff that Cassian had rolled up with some woman
Dumped Today. Married Tomorrow My Overnight Wedding to a Tycoon
Tusen was dying for the ten.
A woman?
This was absolutely wild
Cassian had been basically allergic to dating for as long as Vinsen had known him.
And now he was here on what looked like a romantic dinn
Vinson had to see who the hell had managed to crack the Cassian Rhodes mystery.
But when he looked around the room, he ilidn’t spot any female company.
“What are you looking for? I’m good without the fanfare. You can boure.” Cassian’s voice was causal but firm.
Yinsen could sell something fishy going on.
Why was Cassian trying to get rid of him so fast? Something was definitely up.
“Dude, why are you being so sketchy? I heard you brought some hottie here for dinner. I just want to meet her–don’t be such an ass about it,” Tinsen said with a grin.
Cassian shot him a look. “What are we, a sideshow for your entertainment?”
Tinsen felt that burn, thinking to himself that there was absolutely something going on here.
But her
wasn’t dumb enough to push Cassian when he was clearly not in the mood–that was a fast track to getting his ass kicked.
(5)
