Breaking Mr. Cold (Giselle and Donovan) novel Chapter 787

Chris took the initiative to open the door of the backseat of the car for Georgia before respectfully gesturing for her to get in.

"What are you doing? I'm off work today. I didn't ask you out for business. I asked you out to hang out, so why should I sit in the back?"

After she said that, she promptly yanked the front passenger door open herself and made herself comfortable there.

Chris had no choice but to quietly get in as well. After he closed the door, he asked in the same respectful tone, "May I ask where you'd like to have dinner? I'll put it in the GPS."

As he spoke, he kept his eyes forward and didn't so much as glance at Georgia, who was exuding a delicate fragrance and deliberately baring her fair thighs. He looked and acted as if he hadn't been thinking anything untoward at all.

She couldn't help feeling a bit disappointed. However, she still gave him the name of a relatively private and safe resort as their date destination.

"Please fasten your seatbelt," he reminded her politely.

"No, you do it for me," Georgia shot him a meaningful look.

So, he leaned over and reached across to pull the seatbelt for her, fully intending to buckle it for her.

However, Georgia took the opportunity to wrap her arms around him and quickly planted a kiss on his cheek just as he drew close.

Chris paused for a few seconds before swiftly buckling her in and removing himself from her space.

"Hey, what are you putting on an act for?"

"I think about you every day."

Georgia giggled, completely over the moon as she said bashfully, "Oh, alright. Then, hurry up and drive us to dinner." Then, she added meaningfully, "I'm starving!"

Chris hummed in agreement as he pressed the gas, started the car deftly, and merged into the heavy traffic outside.

Although it was currently rush hour, Chris managed to weave through the congested traffic with ease before heading onto a suburban road toward a seaside resort.

Georgia was good friends with the resort's owner, so both the private dining room and the hotel room had been prepared for her in advance. Chris didn't need to worry about anything. All he had to do was wait on her hand and foot.

Once they had dinner, Georgia couldn't wait to pull him into the reserved presidential suite to get down to "business".