The date

"So where are we going?" Beatrix asked nervously as she descended from the stairs.

Damien was standing at the end of the stairs, dressed in a dark gray suit with a white silk shirt he'd left open at the collar. 

His hair was combed back, his chiseled jaw shaved and his sensual mouth set in a tight, impatient line.

He looked sinful and solemn until he looked up and smiled, his amber eyes bright and appreciative as they slowly took her in.

Beatrix blushed but forced herself not to lower her head in a self-conscious gesture.

She was wearing a simple black long sleeve bodycon dress that her best friend Stella gave to her paired with stiletto heels. 

She had brushed her hair down and let it float in loose waves around her back and finished the look with her favorite piece of jewelry her dad had given her. 

 It was a pair of big pearl earrings framed by a cluster of small diamonds around it and its matching necklace.