Best Served Cold II Sneak Peek
Gold was at her door promptly at 7:57, a bouquet of red roses in his hand. It was customary to bring something to a first date, and it was easy enough to get Dove to precure Belle’s favorite flowers so he didn’t have to go into Game of Thorns at all. Seeing Moe French would simply ruin his mood. And he couldn’t have that. He had to stay focused. This night was all about Belle.
“Oh! Are those for me?”
Lord but she looked beautiful. Not that she didn’t always, but there was some possessive part of him that thought her lovely in his color. Her dress had a modest cut, but still showed her legs and cleavage. Perfect first date attire. His tie even matched.
“Are you spying on me, Miss French?” He asked, his tone light as he gestured to his tie. “Trying to see what color is wear and dressing to match?”
Belle blinked at him from over the roses, and was suddenly giggling. “I’m not sure I could spy on you, Mr. Gold. But I assure you, this is all a coincidence. Come in, I’ll put these in a vase and we can be off.”
He nodded, stepping into the foyer. Or, he supposed it was a foyer. The flat above the library was among the larger he rented out, though it still paled in comparison to what he was used to. Empty boxes still scattered the place, and there seemed to be a bookshelf along every wall.
“I seem to have underestimated your love of books.”
Belle’s giggle rang from the kitchen, and he heard a cabinet door close. “Yes.” She said, turning on the water and talking over it. “I doubt there’s anything I love more than a good story.”
Well, maybe not yet…