The restaurant was quiet, dimly lit, and just private enough to keep secrets safe.
Oscar had chosen it well.
He was already there when I arrived, seated at the far corner, a glass of wine in his hand like he had been waiting longer than he would ever admit.
His eyes found me the moment I stepped in. And they didn't leave.
I walked toward him slowly, letting the soft fabric of my dress brush against my thighs with each step.
When I reached the table, I paused just a second too long before sliding into the seat across from him, crossing my legs beneath the table so the slit in my dress parted naturally, revealing a glimpse of skin.
"Ivy," he said, standing up smoothly. "You're even more beautiful than I remember."
I tilted my head slightly, letting a small, shy smile touch my lips as if his words embarrassed me.
"Careful, Oscar," I murmured, my voice soft and a little breathy. "That almost sounded like trouble."
He chuckled, sitting back down. "Only if you want it to be."
