TRAILING TRISHA - A Black Hounds Motorcycle Club Romance (The Fox and the Hounds Book #2) Read Online Free PDF
Author: Fiona Garland
girl!”
The biker grinned. “Who says I can’t kill two birds with one stone? Don’t worry about the details, Trisha. Sit back and enjoy yourself. There’s nothing in the contract against that.”
“What’s on the agenda, Dante?”
Before she could receive an answer, the car stopped in front of a prestigious restaurant. The building was mix of brick and white pinewood. Trisha’s eye opened wide as she saw the name chiseled the stone slab built into the building. “You’re taking us to the Rouge Maison?”
“I’ve scheduled us for a five course meal,” he replied casually, driving up to a valet. The man knew the choice would please Trisha. “After that, dessert, cheese, and wine. It’s not the fanciest place around these parts I’ve been to but it’s nice enough for the occasion.”
The farm girl looked incredulously at the biker turned CEO. “You’re saying the finest four star French restaurant in the state is not fancy?
“Doesn’t come with free apple cobbler when you order like at Big Bob’s Steakhouse!”
Her cheeks couldn’t help but stretch into a wide smile. He wanted to kiss her right there and then. However, one of the restaurant’s employees interrupted them.
His fine uniform and the tag pinned it his coat revealed him to be a host. “Welcome to the Rouge Maison… wait… aren’t you CEO Dante Alastair?”
“Don’t worry, I won’t start a brawl,” Dante teased. “I made reservations a couple of weeks ago. Is everything in order?”
“We’ll roll out the red carpet for you!” the man said nervously. Some of the other guests started to take pictures of the newly formed power couple with their smart phones. Within seconds they would be hitting Facebook and Twitter. “Please follow me and I’ll get you to your table.”
Trisha wasn’t used to the royal treatment. But after a week hard work administrating Foxtail Farms, Dante knew she could do with a bit of enjoyment. More to the point, he loved chowing down with friends on the company’s dollar. It was one of the better perks of being a CEO.
True enough, the food was absolutely delightful.
Trisha had roast duck with a mango chutney. It was some French-Indian fusion dish that looked absolutely delicious. Dante made a mental note to try it next time when he came with Lucia. There were also an assortment of appetizers in this five course meal.
After being thoroughly denied a burger of any kind, Dante just ordered a venison steak and some dark red wine. He even ordered a salad to feign healthiness. Nonetheless, the man was more interested in Trisha’s giddy reactions than the food. The two sampled a variety of fine wines from the menu.
He wondered what they’d do about a ride back home. Both of them were getting pretty hammered. Then again, they could always call a taxi like last time.
The two talked, laughed, wined, and dined. Trisha educated him on the finer points of leafy vegetables. She showed him the difference between romaine lettuce and kale. Or that escarole was another, fancier name for endives with bigger leaves.
Dante even forgot he was to spring the question at the most opportune moment.
Some of the other guests spoke of them in hushed tones or cheekily took photos of them with their smart phones. Even a waiter took a photo of them before being chastised by a senior staff member. Dante was used to such voyeurs but the farm girl must have felt like a prize winning pig at the country fair. Only the wine and food kept her mind off them.
A few businessman attending the restaurant approached them to make small talk and discuss a deal. However, Dante skillfully diffused any negotiation attempts so the two could concentrate on their romantic outing. Food beat finances any day of the week for him.
Their waitress was a star-struck college age girl. The
The biker grinned. “Who says I can’t kill two birds with one stone? Don’t worry about the details, Trisha. Sit back and enjoy yourself. There’s nothing in the contract against that.”
“What’s on the agenda, Dante?”
Before she could receive an answer, the car stopped in front of a prestigious restaurant. The building was mix of brick and white pinewood. Trisha’s eye opened wide as she saw the name chiseled the stone slab built into the building. “You’re taking us to the Rouge Maison?”
“I’ve scheduled us for a five course meal,” he replied casually, driving up to a valet. The man knew the choice would please Trisha. “After that, dessert, cheese, and wine. It’s not the fanciest place around these parts I’ve been to but it’s nice enough for the occasion.”
The farm girl looked incredulously at the biker turned CEO. “You’re saying the finest four star French restaurant in the state is not fancy?
“Doesn’t come with free apple cobbler when you order like at Big Bob’s Steakhouse!”
Her cheeks couldn’t help but stretch into a wide smile. He wanted to kiss her right there and then. However, one of the restaurant’s employees interrupted them.
His fine uniform and the tag pinned it his coat revealed him to be a host. “Welcome to the Rouge Maison… wait… aren’t you CEO Dante Alastair?”
“Don’t worry, I won’t start a brawl,” Dante teased. “I made reservations a couple of weeks ago. Is everything in order?”
“We’ll roll out the red carpet for you!” the man said nervously. Some of the other guests started to take pictures of the newly formed power couple with their smart phones. Within seconds they would be hitting Facebook and Twitter. “Please follow me and I’ll get you to your table.”
Trisha wasn’t used to the royal treatment. But after a week hard work administrating Foxtail Farms, Dante knew she could do with a bit of enjoyment. More to the point, he loved chowing down with friends on the company’s dollar. It was one of the better perks of being a CEO.
True enough, the food was absolutely delightful.
Trisha had roast duck with a mango chutney. It was some French-Indian fusion dish that looked absolutely delicious. Dante made a mental note to try it next time when he came with Lucia. There were also an assortment of appetizers in this five course meal.
After being thoroughly denied a burger of any kind, Dante just ordered a venison steak and some dark red wine. He even ordered a salad to feign healthiness. Nonetheless, the man was more interested in Trisha’s giddy reactions than the food. The two sampled a variety of fine wines from the menu.
He wondered what they’d do about a ride back home. Both of them were getting pretty hammered. Then again, they could always call a taxi like last time.
The two talked, laughed, wined, and dined. Trisha educated him on the finer points of leafy vegetables. She showed him the difference between romaine lettuce and kale. Or that escarole was another, fancier name for endives with bigger leaves.
Dante even forgot he was to spring the question at the most opportune moment.
Some of the other guests spoke of them in hushed tones or cheekily took photos of them with their smart phones. Even a waiter took a photo of them before being chastised by a senior staff member. Dante was used to such voyeurs but the farm girl must have felt like a prize winning pig at the country fair. Only the wine and food kept her mind off them.
A few businessman attending the restaurant approached them to make small talk and discuss a deal. However, Dante skillfully diffused any negotiation attempts so the two could concentrate on their romantic outing. Food beat finances any day of the week for him.
Their waitress was a star-struck college age girl. The
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