Angel smiled coyly. The perfect gentleman. No one would know that he was an emotionless cad, she scoffed mentally. She knew of this restaurant but had never been. It was extremely upper class, and it was almost impossible to get a reservation. Kenneth tried several times but had never gotten the job done.

“I hope you like French cuisine, Angeline. If not, we can go somewhere else of your choosing,” Alex murmured softly as they walked through the large mahogany doors, manned on both sides by attendants.

“This is wonderful. Thank you, Alex.”

The black-haired hostess lit up like a Christmas tree when she saw Alex; her eyes scanned the woman beside him, darting over Angel from head to toe—the once-over not escaping Angel’s educated gaze. She smiled sweetly at the other woman, something like pride surging through her because she was the one on Alex’s arm. Angel shook herself mentally. Snap out of it, Hemming.

“Mr. Avery! When I saw your name on the reservations list, I made sure to reserve a table by the window. It’s such a clear night and the view is fabulous!” the hostess gushed.

“Thank you, Karen. May I introduce, Dr. Angeline Hemming.”

“So nice to meet you,” Angel said with a polite smile.

“Good Evening, Dr. Hemming. Right this way, please,” she said pleasantly.

She led them to a small table at the west edge of the dining room. The sunset through the windows was breathtaking, and Angel took it in along with the simple, open floor plan: white linen, crystal, flickering candles, mahogany floors, and a huge mixed floral arrangement on a table in the center. There were camellias floating in crystal bowls on each of the tables, surrounded by six votives. The whole effect was quite exquisite.

“This is a beautiful restaurant,” Angel said as Alex pulled out her chair, the scent of his cologne was a heady mix of musk and freshness. She couldn’t help but inhale deeply and was intoxicated. Angel shuddered slightly, hoping Alex would miss it.

“Angeline, are you cold?” His voice was concerned. “Would you like my jacket?”

“No, thank you. I’m fine.”

“I suppose it’s the whole half-naked thing you’ve got going on, hmm?” His face split into a crooked grin, and Angel’s heart flopped around in her chest.

“Yes. How’s that working out for you?”

Alex was seated and he leaned back in his chair, his head cocked ever so slightly as his eyes raked over her again. “So far, so good.”

She flashed him a smile. Damn if she could help herself. The waiter was there to take the elegantly folded napkin, unfurl it, and lay it across Angel’s lap.

“Good evening, Mr. Avery, Dr. Hemming. I am Dustin and I’ll be your server this evening,” said the young blond man in a white shirt, tuxedo vest, and bow tie. “Davis, our sommelier, will be with you shortly for your drink order, and I’ll return in a few minutes.” He opened a leather-bound menu and handed it to Angel and then one to Alex.

“I guess you come here a lot,” Angel stated. “Since the staff knows you.”

“Some. It’s an excellent restaurant. We use it for business lunches at times, too.”

“Mmm…” Angel’s mind was racing, wondering if he brought Whitney here and if that was the cause of the hostess’s curiosity. She wanted to ask, but decided not to speak about Whitney unless Alex brought her up.

Alex appeared calmer than she felt. “I want to apologize again for Darian’s misguided matchmaking ploy. It wasn’t fair to you. Angel, I didn’t know what he was up to, so I hope you’ll forgive me.”

She sighed. “Apology accepted.”

“I must admit, however, that at this moment, I’m damn glad he was so insistent. You… intrigue me.”

“You’re just not used to a woman with brains, I guess,” she said, amusement lacing her voice.

Alex’s lips lifted at one corner but he didn’t smile; his eyes serious. “Not one so beautiful,” he said honestly. Their eyes locked and the amusement left Angel’s expression.

Suddenly, another tuxedo-clad gentleman was standing at the table. He was older and distinguished; his full head of hair, stark white and perfectly in place. “Good evening, Mr. Avery.” He nodded in Alex’s direction.

“Good evening, Davis.”

“Who is this beautiful young lady with you tonight?”

Alex smiled. “Angel, this is Davis, the sommelier here at TRU. Davis, may I present, Dr. Angeline Hemming.”

Davis offered his hand and brought Angel’s to his mouth for a small kiss. “It’s my pleasure, Dr. Hemming.”

“The pleasure is mine, Davis. Please, call me Angel.” Angel was at ease with this man, and Alex was enjoying the exchange between the two. She was perfect, articulate, classy… comfortable in his environment.

“Angeline.” Davis repeated the name Alex had used. “What a beautiful name. It suits you.”

“Yes, it does,” Alex agreed, his green eyes narrowing and a smile playing on his full lips. Angel had a hard time taking her eyes off of him to speak to the other man. “Angel, would you like champagne or wine with dinner?”

“Wine would be nice, thank you.”

Alex was a conundrum. They had bantered back and forth, had very heated exchanges, teased and prodded each other with sexual innuendos, but this version of him was sophisticated and restrained.

Alex looked up at Davis. “We’ll be ordering our meal first, Davis.”

Over the next few minutes, they perused the menu, and when Dustin returned, Alex gave both his and Angel’s meal preferences. After they settled on seafood, he ordered a very expensive bottle of white wine from Davis.

“Montrachet 2002, please, Davis,” Alex said without consulting the wine menu that was offered.

“Very good choice, sir. This must be a very special occasion.” He left with a wink at Angel.

“You know, Alex, that could probably feed a small village in Africa for a year.”

“I doubt that there is much nutritional value in wine, certainly not enough for an entire year,” he mocked with a gentle smirk.

“You know what I mean.” Angel rolled her eyes.

“If you will enjoy the evening more, if I agree to feed a village in Africa for a year, consider it done. Now… can we move on?”

Angel laughed despite herself. The look on his face was adorable, and she had to kick herself mentally to keep her wits about her. “What do you want to talk about, then?”

“Tell me about yourself—your home and family. Where did you grow up?”

Dustin brought the first course of crusted bay scallops and corn soup with crab. “Thank you, Dustin. This looks delicious,” Angel smiled up at the young man and he beamed at her.

“My pleasure. Enjoy,” Dustin said and promptly left.

Alex picked up his fork. “So?”

“So, it’s boring. Nothing like your glamorous upbringing, I’m sure.”

“Tell me. I want to know.”

“Well, I grew up in a small town in the middle of Missouri. Nothing much to tell. It was just my father and me. My mother left when I was only six.”

Alex remembered from the cover letter with Bancroft’s file that her mother was in Texas, but since he hadn’t explored it, he didn’t know more. Sadness briefly crossed Angel’s features, and Alex quickly changed the subject.

“So, no siblings.” It was a statement, rather than a question.

“No. You?”

“Yes. I have an older brother and younger sister.”

“How come your brother isn’t working at Avery Enterprises with you?”

Alex’s eyebrow went up and Angel had the grace to flush.

“Er… Christina Googled you.” She wrinkled her face. “Sorry.”

He put a scallop in his mouth as he watched her quizzically. “I see.”

“Look, I was on the phone with you when she did it. I specifically resisted doing it myself.” Angel felt a hot rush in her cheeks as his eyes narrowed and then he smiled, obviously pleased that she would wonder about him as he had her.

“Well, Cole’s somewhat of a fuck-up.” Alex cringed when Angel looked up from her soup. “He’d rather someone else do the work, take the risks and responsibility. He’s been a disappointment to my parents, and he always expects me to just give him money. I love him, he’s a good guy deep down, but I get very frustrated.”

“You being the chosen one; the golden child, right?”

“I guess you could say I was the one who stepped up when I was needed. Avery is a huge conglomerate and we employ thousands of people throughout our various subsidiaries; people whose wellbeing can’t be risked on the decisions of someone like Cole. My father needed me, so I switched schools and did what needed to be done.” Alex’s voice was calm, matter-of-fact, and Angel strained to hear the regret in his voice, but didn’t find any.

“So… where were you studying before?”

The courses were changed and the conversation continued. “Julliard. I wanted to be a classical pianist.”

Angel gasped. Wow. She’d been a music minor at Northwestern, classical piano and voice. They had something in common. “That’s um… sorta hot.” She smiled across the table.

“I’m surprised your assistant didn’t find that out. It’s no secret. I’ve done several interviews and it always comes up. I think I mentioned it in the Forbes article last year.”

“Well, I didn’t look through her Google pile. She just told me basic information. She was more concerned if your face matched your voice.”

Alex smiled and offered Angel more wine. She nodded and he filled her glass. The wine was delicious, and it was making her feel more relaxed. “And?” he asked.

“You’ll have to ask her.”

He laughed out loud and refilled his own glass. “It’s okay, Angel. I Googled you, too.”