Chapter 65 A Date

Alicia Davenport An hour later, true to his word, Daniel arrived outside my office in his sleek black car. I stepped outside, my coat draped over my arm as I approached. He was leaning casually against the driver’s side, his dark brown eyes lighting up when he saw me. “You clean up well,” I teased, eyeing the way he had ditched his usual business attire for a more relaxed but undeniably attractive outfit—fitted jeans, a dark button-up, and a confident smile. “And you,” he said, looking me over with open appreciation, “always look stunning.” I rolled my eyes, but my cheeks warmed slightly at the compliment. “Flatter me all you want,” I said, sliding into the passenger seat. “But if this date turns out to be terrible, I’m holding it against you forever.” Daniel laughed, shutting my door before walking around to the driver’s side. “I like a little pressure. Keeps things interesting.” To my surprise, Daniel took me to a charming little bistro on the quieter side of the city. It was