it all started with a Heist

Chapter 8

SHERRY'S POV

I agreed to have dinner with Piers tonight, and I should have been scared or anxious because he was a freaking FBI agent and all, but to my surprise, I wasn't. I was kind of happy and excited about it and I really have no idea why.

I kept thinking about him for the last few days, his eyes, his sexy smile, everything. And I had to remind myself each time that if he knew a single thing about me, he would handcuff me and throw me to rot in prison. I also have a great feeling that I was starting to lose my mind, and Eric supported this theory a lot.

I closed my eyes for a couple of seconds trying to clear my head, but it failed because my mind couldn't get Mr. FBI agent out of it. I sighed and gave up. I looked at the clock and it was already 5 PM, Piers said that he would pick me up at 6, so I should really start getting ready.

I started with having a quick shower, then I dried my hair and curled the ends a little, I decided to wear a simple Gucci black dress and one of my favorite Prada high heels. I put on some mascara and eyeliner, then I finished the look with putting some red lipstick on. I checked myself in the mirror and was beyond satisfied with how I looked. I checked the clock and it said 5:55 PM. Damn, I really deserve an Oscar for being able to do all of that in less than an hour.

I was putting the last touches when I heard a knock on my apartment's door, it took me a few seconds to get from my room to the front door where I knew a certain FBI agent would be waiting on the other side of the door.

"Hi Piers," I smiled at the handsome man in front of me, he was wearing a suit and his hair was in its regular messy style that I liked a lot.

"Hey Em, you look really beautiful," Piers said with a smile.

"Thanks, Piers," I said, blushing a little, then I grabbed my purse and walked towards him before locking the door behind me.

We walked beside each other until we reached the place where his SUV was parked in. He opened the passenger's seat door for me with a smile, I gave him a smile before getting in the car.

"So, where are we going tonight?" I asked the handsome man driving beside me.

"Well, I'm taking you to one of my favorite restaurants, I hope you like Italian food," He said with a smile.

"Everybody likes Italian," I said with a smile.

"Then, I'm pretty sure you are going to like the restaurant," He said with a confident smile.

We arrived at the restaurant a little bit later, and I was surprised by how nice it was. It was quite big and elegant, also the people there were very nice. Piers seemed very familiar with the place and the people who worked there, he greeted most of them before choosing a table for us. He pulled the chair for me and that made me blush a little, I gave him a warm smile before sitting down.

A waiter came to take our orders, Piers ordered meatballs and spaghetti and I ordered lasagna, we also ordered a bottle of red wine, the waiter wrote the orders on a piece of paper before leaving us alone.

"It's really nice," I said with a smile looking around the place.

"Yeah, I used to come here a lot when I first moved to Manhattan and it kind of became a habit for me to come here," Piers said.

"Where were you living before moving to Manhattan?" I asked, trying to know more information about him.

"Brooklyn, with my family," Piers answered. "What about you? Are you also a New Yorker born and raised?"

"Born, yes. Raised, no." I said, vaguely.

"How is that?" Piers asked, raising an eyebrow.

"My parents were always used to traveling from one place to another because of their business and I nearly traveled the whole world with them since I was a baby," I answered.