The golden doors of The Gilded Lily opened to reveal a world of opulent silence and clinking crystal. Ethan walked in with Sarah on his arm, her presence drawing looks of envy and curiosity from the elite diners already seated.
"A table on the balcony, overlooking the skyline. I want the most private spot you have," said Ethan.
The maître d' bowed deeply, recognizing the authority in Ethan's tone. "Of course, Mr. Blake. Right this way."
They were led to a secluded corner of the outdoor terrace. Below them, the city was a carpet of shimmering lights, and the cool night air was a sharp contrast to the heated tension they had shared in the SUV. Sarah leaned back in her chair, a glass of vintage champagne already in her hand, looking at Ethan with a mix of professional admiration and personal desire.
"You move fast, Ethan. From the boardroom to the most exclusive table in the city in under three hours," said Sarah Miller.
