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fallen all over themselves to get that smile, and guys would’ve followed him anywhere.
     
    The limo pulled up in front of a magnificent high-rise. I’d seen this building, of course, and knew that it housed some very rich people.
     
    “Does Howard have a place here too?” I asked as he helped me out of the limo. I hadn’t seen this listed on his assets. Maybe he was trying to keep it from his wife.
     
    “No.” He slid his arm around my waist and kissed my temple. “I do.”
     
    Of course Gavin lived here. Why hadn’t I thought that? I tried not to look like a gawking schoolgirl as I followed him inside. By the time we reached his top-floor suite, I was feeling overwhelmed. I waited for him to open the door so we could go inside, but instead, he turned towards a different door.
     
    “Let’s go up the stairs.”
     
    “Okay.” Now I really had no clue what was going on. I’d thought he’d brought me to his place to show it to me. We’d order in, and after we’d eaten, we’d head to his bedroom. The roof hadn’t factored into my thoughts at all.
     
    A warm breeze caressed my skin as I stepped out onto the roof. I caught my breath. At first, all I could see was the view. The sun was just sinking below the horizon, casting pinks and purples across the Manhattan skyline. I couldn’t hear the noises of the city, and the silence took me out of that space, making me feel more like I was looking at a vast painting. It looked almost too beautiful to be real.
     
    “Just wait until it gets dark. It’s even more amazing.” Gavin pressed his lips against my ear.
     
    I nodded mutely. I could only imagine what that would be like.
     
    Gavin’s hand on the small of my back nudged me forward, and that’s when I saw the rest. Just a few feet away was a small, intimate table. Surrounding it were candles, some on the ground, some in tall holders. Once the sun was gone completely, they and the lights of the city would be the only things to see by.
     
    “Welcome.” A tall, thin man in a sharp black tux gave a little bow, and it was all I could do not to laugh. Not because it was funny, but because I was suddenly nervous.
     
    Gavin pulled out my chair and I sat. Once he settled across from me, he leaned across the table and took my hand. “I hope you don’t mind eating here instead of in a restaurant.”
     
    “Are you kidding me?” I gestured around us. “This is perfect.”
     
    The waiter returned with wine and poured us both a glass. I took a sip and made a sound of approval. I was far from a wine snob, but I could tell this was quality stuff.
     
    “I wanted to take you to Le Petit,” Gavin said.
     
    I almost choked on my wine. Le Petit was one of the priciest and most elegant restaurants in the city. That was where the old money of the city liked to dine because it cost far too much for even high-paid lawyers to afford.
     
    The waiter came back with two small bowls of soup, placing one in front of each of us before vanishing into the rapidly falling shadows.
     
    “Did you know that the waiting list for a table is six months?” he asked as he took a taste of the soup. “And that was with me using some of my biggest connections.”
     
    I wasn’t sure where he was going with this, but I had no problem listening while I ate. The soup was amazing.   
     
    “But they do have some of the best food in the world,” he continued. “So I figured out a way to get what I wanted.”
     
    I remembered how he’d told me that when he wanted something, he obsessed over it until he got it.
     
    “I talked to the chef and convinced him to make us a three-course dinner of his speciality entrée.”
     
    Wow. I set my spoon down in my bowl. That was impressive. I didn’t know of anyone else who would dare ask a top chef at a world-famous restaurant to make a three-course meal for a date. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach. I was starting to be a bit overwhelmed by the lengths to which Gavin was going for