A Family For The Billionaire ✅

10.

How in the world was she supposed to act after that kiss?

As Aubrey waited for Aston outside the nondescript building that housed one of the hottest restaurants in Savannah, she tried to shut her brain down. But the question wouldn't go away.

Not even in the face of her curiosity about the restaurant. She'd never been to After Hours before today. Word in elite circles was that it was incredible, but Aubrey had never been able to afford to eat there. And, to her knowledge, they didn't cater events, so she'd let it slide m.

But Aston had insisted he knew exactly what he wanted down with the food for the charity event, and After Hours was it. Since she didn't have to pry or coax the opinion from him, she'd let him lead.

"Are you ready?"

Aubrey humped. Tightening her control, she forced herself to take a deep breath before turning toward Aston, "I'm not sure" she admitted.

Instead of meeting, Aston faced her with a benign grin. He could have approached the situation any number of ways, considering how she's sprinted for her car after he kissed her on Saturday, but he didn't appear to be messing with her.

Though there was something suspicious, "Whats so funny?" She demanded, being her embarrassment behind a sassy attitude.

"You," he admitted, "Seeing you off kilter is honestly a little fun."

She studied him a little closer, but still didn't see any signs of sexual innuendo. That was a relief, but she still has the urge to call him a brat. Even is Auntie would say it was unladylike.

Instead she let him lead her inside with a light grip of her elbow. Being on his territory was fun, but now nearly as comfortable as being the one in control. His confident stride and barely there grin said he definitely knew it.

The closed restaurant was dark, though sunshine tried to peek in around the drawn blinds. The hushed emptiness was disconcerting, though as much as she hated to admit it, the darkness evokes a sense of intimacy.

This meeting didn't have the same strictly business feel that their previous once had started out with, even if they had needed up being out of ordinary. Especially the last one—that kiss had changed everything for her.

Though she's never admit it, even under threat of torture.

One of the tall silver doors at the back of the room swung open, revealing a tall, bulky man in a white chefs coat, "Aston!"

"Vincent," Aston stepped forward to shake the other man's hand with more enthusiasm than Aubrey had seen from him before, "good to see you, buddy"

"I wouldn't miss this for the world,"

"Vincent, this is my event planner, Aubrey Johnson"

The chef turned his smile in her direction "Welcome to After Hours."

"Thank you for having us," she murmured, leaving out how she'd always wanted to see the inside of this palace. Now didn't seem the time to fawn over something that was so far outside her middle-class budget. Instead, she tried to keep her demeanor as professional as possible.

"Why don't you two come back into the kitchen first?" Vincent asked

Aubrey follows him, her heeled boots clicking against the Italian title floor.

"Aston mentioned that you are unfamiliar with our  restaurant," Vincent said over his shoulder, "we serve fresh, local, organic food whenever possible. The focus here is a modern Mediterranean cuisine, though we can add some Latin influence, since I know Aston likes things spicy."