Chapter 388. You Are Not Allowed To

Apphia’s POV

“We’ll each have the Kobe steak cooked medium, mashed potatoes, strawberry, and Romaine Salad. I’ll have a glass of Sauvignon Blanc and ...” he trails.

“Baby, what would you like to drink?” he asks me. I shrug my shoulders; I don’t know what I want. I don’t know anything. “Make her the best virgin cocktail you have,” he says, not taking his eyes off me. I flush. The waitress leaves.

“No wine for me?” I pout, jesting. He narrows his blue gaze and shakes his head,

“No,”

“I’ve always wanted to taste wine,” I say nonchalantly. Nicholas cocks his head a little to the right, “Why?”

“I’m curious about its taste,” I murmur.

“Well, you are not allowed to,” he declares.

“You’re no fun,”

His lips quirk up into what resembles a smile.” I can be a lot of fun, dearest Apphia, but in a particular space.” His voice is low and seductive. My heart races in my chest. Why did he say it in that tone? It makes me squirm. I feel pre