She doesn't even realize the effect that she has on him with her hair swept back in an attractive bun, giving him an exquisite view of her slender neck. He can practically taste the salt of her skin on and desperately wants to flee the prying eyes of the Upper East Side elite who currently occupy Butter with them. Of course their appetizers haven't even arrived yet and the potential Hong Kong investors will arrive at any given moment. Still he thinks about it, especially when she slides the toe of her Valentino against his leg and wets her lips.